It's funny sometimes.
From shitty work days (and nights) to late night pool hopping and park hangouts.
Every day has a new adventure, challenge, chaos, love, loss, joy and rage.
It seems that every day has been bouncing from one side of the spectrum to the other. Highs and lows every day. Sometimes I hate it and am ready to throw in the towel and start swinging at everything. But it's good to remember those other days and those highs that happen too.
Lazy days make me occasionally pensive, although today's a pretty general pensive moment.
Can't win 'em all, I guess.
-janeovision
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Mmhmm
I love those kisses where when after you walk away you touch your lips just to keep that moment close. Just to yourself.
-Janeovision
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-Janeovision
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Interning blog-hurry up and wait...
Hurry up and wait.
I've worked in the theatre world for a while now - 6 years semi professionally and 15 years through my lifetime on and off in tutus and school plays - and there seems to be this constant pattern:
HURRY UP AND WAIT!!
You must be on your toes and ready to do anything at a moments notice, but you may or may not have to wait impatiently and anxiously until you are called. It could be theatre, dance, film, or production, but you better be ready at a moments notice after those 14 hours to work your little tushie off.
You'd think, in the rest of the world, that must be different. You think, " I've been conditioned to this because this is the world I'm in. The rest of the world has it so differently, so much easier!"
Um...nope.
Throughout this internship, I am sending emails and hunting down people and making countless phone calls. And then I wait. I wait for a response. I wait for people to show up. I wait for my phone to ring. I wait. And I wait. And I wait...
And then I go into meetings feeling unprepared because I am in limbo because of everyone else. And I hate feeling unprepared. For anything!
This is the job that you assume that, of course that person is up at 4am checking their email with baited breath, dying to respond to me wih positive news, progress for our project, and finalizations on contracts so that I can sleep. Because the doors only open in 2 weeks (holy crap!!) and my mild case of OCD is making my insomnia that much more fun, and I am trying to be successful at what could be my future career...
Yea... No biggie.
But, of course, this is what I thrive on. I love the stress and chaos before the big show. After all, isn't that what makes the show worth it in the end? I certainly hope so, because my beer is empty and blind optimism is one hell of a buzz.
Oh the life of an intern...
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I've worked in the theatre world for a while now - 6 years semi professionally and 15 years through my lifetime on and off in tutus and school plays - and there seems to be this constant pattern:
HURRY UP AND WAIT!!
You must be on your toes and ready to do anything at a moments notice, but you may or may not have to wait impatiently and anxiously until you are called. It could be theatre, dance, film, or production, but you better be ready at a moments notice after those 14 hours to work your little tushie off.
You'd think, in the rest of the world, that must be different. You think, " I've been conditioned to this because this is the world I'm in. The rest of the world has it so differently, so much easier!"
Um...nope.
Throughout this internship, I am sending emails and hunting down people and making countless phone calls. And then I wait. I wait for a response. I wait for people to show up. I wait for my phone to ring. I wait. And I wait. And I wait...
And then I go into meetings feeling unprepared because I am in limbo because of everyone else. And I hate feeling unprepared. For anything!
This is the job that you assume that, of course that person is up at 4am checking their email with baited breath, dying to respond to me wih positive news, progress for our project, and finalizations on contracts so that I can sleep. Because the doors only open in 2 weeks (holy crap!!) and my mild case of OCD is making my insomnia that much more fun, and I am trying to be successful at what could be my future career...
Yea... No biggie.
But, of course, this is what I thrive on. I love the stress and chaos before the big show. After all, isn't that what makes the show worth it in the end? I certainly hope so, because my beer is empty and blind optimism is one hell of a buzz.
Oh the life of an intern...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
lookie loo!
lookie loo!!!
just about to crack this puppy open and dive into the radiohead thought process… the lineup at yonge and dundas square was crazy too! they were at the YDS then moved across the street in front of the H&M… the line was massive each time. lots of fans out there ready to read.
nice to know press is not dead when you have the right thing behind it… that is, a huge band that has an endless fanbase always ready to grab the newest rare paraphernalia.
Enjoy, radiohead fans!
-janeovision
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Omnomnom... A series. 1. Rosemary Flatbread
So today I spent my day in jeans and a bra and a kitchen. I went on a hard core cooking spree with what I had in my fridge and what I had been planning to cook for a while now.
As I was walking around, barefoot and covered in flour, butter, and cream (yes, please enjoy that mental image-don't forget the bra) that I love cooking like this! When I have days off from serving nouveau-riche, holier-than-thou dummies at my current serving gig, I like to cook some nice meals for myself! Open a bottle of wine, sear chicken, stew potatoes, create roasts, and maybe even put some of that wine in the food!!
Since I'm blogging more these days, and I'm trying to make this a regular thing for my own mental stimulation, I'm going to have a foodie series in this chaos that I call a blog.
So!! Let's start this thing!!
Difficulty rating: Omnomnom (outof a 5 noms)
Flatbread Ingredients
3c flour + flour for dusting and kneading
2-3tsp Rosemary, fresh or dry
1tsp salt
1tbsp olive oil
1 1/4c water
1/4-1/2c Parmesan
Topping Ingredients
Diced tomatoes or grilled cherry tomatoes, cut in quarters, or sundried tomatoes, if you want to go fancy
Fresh or grilled peppers
Crisp red onion (mostly for colour, and taste obv.)
1tbsp butter, melted
1/2-1 tsp minced garlic
Cheese, grated (cheddar, marble, Zamarano, feta, whatever floats your boat)
Blend together all ingredients until it makes a dough. If you find it's not completely blending, add more water, 1tsp at a time, but remember, less is more. Once it's collected, knead the dough on a floured surface until smooth and not lumpy (5ish minutes) then put the dough in a well oiled bowl and let sit for 30-40 minutes.
While this is setting, this will give you time to prepare the cheese and veggies! Obviously you can add any vegetables you wish, and prepare them anyway you wish.
After the bread has set, knead the bread again and blend in the parmesean. Then divide the dough into 8 even pieces. Grab one piece and divide that in half as well. Knead both pieces of dough to a 5" round, give or take. I made the bread smaller for my own preferences, making 16 rounds, but 8 works just as well.
Have a large skillet ready, at medium heat. You'll know it's hot enough when you drop a spot of water and it boils instantly. Toss on your rounds and let cook a few minutes on each side. Let it brown and bubble and then flip. The longer they cook the tougher they are.
Make your garlic butter, toss on your toppings and cheese and melt in the oven.
Take it out and eat.
Don't burn your tongue.
The bread alone is pretty good, and the parmesean is optional for you vegans. Oh and for you meat eaters? why not add bacon, proscuitto or grilled chicken? It's great on it's own as a dipping bread with some saucy meal. I just had no interest in sauce. I wanted garlic and butter. The veggies were cosmic balance.
Try it out and tell me what you think.
pretty good for basic ingredients...
-janeovision
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As I was walking around, barefoot and covered in flour, butter, and cream (yes, please enjoy that mental image-don't forget the bra) that I love cooking like this! When I have days off from serving nouveau-riche, holier-than-thou dummies at my current serving gig, I like to cook some nice meals for myself! Open a bottle of wine, sear chicken, stew potatoes, create roasts, and maybe even put some of that wine in the food!!
Since I'm blogging more these days, and I'm trying to make this a regular thing for my own mental stimulation, I'm going to have a foodie series in this chaos that I call a blog.
So!! Let's start this thing!!
Rosemary Flatbread with Garlic Butter, Cheese, and Vegetables
Difficulty rating: Omnomnom (outof a 5 noms)
Flatbread Ingredients
3c flour + flour for dusting and kneading
2-3tsp Rosemary, fresh or dry
1tsp salt
1tbsp olive oil
1 1/4c water
1/4-1/2c Parmesan
Topping Ingredients
Diced tomatoes or grilled cherry tomatoes, cut in quarters, or sundried tomatoes, if you want to go fancy
Fresh or grilled peppers
Crisp red onion (mostly for colour, and taste obv.)
1tbsp butter, melted
1/2-1 tsp minced garlic
Cheese, grated (cheddar, marble, Zamarano, feta, whatever floats your boat)
Blend together all ingredients until it makes a dough. If you find it's not completely blending, add more water, 1tsp at a time, but remember, less is more. Once it's collected, knead the dough on a floured surface until smooth and not lumpy (5ish minutes) then put the dough in a well oiled bowl and let sit for 30-40 minutes.
While this is setting, this will give you time to prepare the cheese and veggies! Obviously you can add any vegetables you wish, and prepare them anyway you wish.
After the bread has set, knead the bread again and blend in the parmesean. Then divide the dough into 8 even pieces. Grab one piece and divide that in half as well. Knead both pieces of dough to a 5" round, give or take. I made the bread smaller for my own preferences, making 16 rounds, but 8 works just as well.
Have a large skillet ready, at medium heat. You'll know it's hot enough when you drop a spot of water and it boils instantly. Toss on your rounds and let cook a few minutes on each side. Let it brown and bubble and then flip. The longer they cook the tougher they are.
Make your garlic butter, toss on your toppings and cheese and melt in the oven.
Take it out and eat.
Don't burn your tongue.
The bread alone is pretty good, and the parmesean is optional for you vegans. Oh and for you meat eaters? why not add bacon, proscuitto or grilled chicken? It's great on it's own as a dipping bread with some saucy meal. I just had no interest in sauce. I wanted garlic and butter. The veggies were cosmic balance.
Try it out and tell me what you think.
pretty good for basic ingredients...
-janeovision
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Let your senses guide you...
Senses
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly become flushed with emotion because the dude who just walked past you smelled like your ex? Have you purchased a vintage sweater and notice it has the same flower perfume still on it that's just like the one your grandma used to wear? What about the smell of sweat and leather that immediately brings you back to your dancing days, hours of practice in the studio before the first time you step on stage?
It amazes me how the senses, specifically the sense of smell, can trigger memories that you may have forgotten, overlooked, or even locked away. And each smell is like a fingerprint. To one person, it may just be the smell of fresh-cut lumber, but to you it's that time you helped your dad build that project together and when he taught you how to properly use a hammer. Just from smelling something!!!
The other day I was going through my books. Just looking through my modest collection and looking for something to read. I cracked open an old book and I was instantly brought back to the days I would go to the library with my brother and my friend. We'd read Garfield comics, sweet valley high books and R.L. Stine books, bringing home piles upon piles of books every day. I was maybe 7 or 8 when I did this. I hadn't thought of this in ages! I was the cutest nerd ever reading terrible books, but the smell of books brought me back to this!! That's pretty cool!
This post doesn't really have much of a conclusion besides... Go smell some shit. Seriously. Go through old stuff - sports gear, books, stuffed animals, clothes - and see what memories are sparked. It's nice to take a break and remember stuff in a non-conventional manner... It's weird, but it actually makes the memory more meaningful!
Go try it! Stop and smell the roses... And sneakers... And books... And whatever else thatyour can get your hands on that may spark a memory. It's nice to step back and remember... And maybe forget the crap you're dealing with right now.
Take a moment to remember what you forgot so you can forget. If only for a moment.
-janeovision
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Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly become flushed with emotion because the dude who just walked past you smelled like your ex? Have you purchased a vintage sweater and notice it has the same flower perfume still on it that's just like the one your grandma used to wear? What about the smell of sweat and leather that immediately brings you back to your dancing days, hours of practice in the studio before the first time you step on stage?
It amazes me how the senses, specifically the sense of smell, can trigger memories that you may have forgotten, overlooked, or even locked away. And each smell is like a fingerprint. To one person, it may just be the smell of fresh-cut lumber, but to you it's that time you helped your dad build that project together and when he taught you how to properly use a hammer. Just from smelling something!!!
The other day I was going through my books. Just looking through my modest collection and looking for something to read. I cracked open an old book and I was instantly brought back to the days I would go to the library with my brother and my friend. We'd read Garfield comics, sweet valley high books and R.L. Stine books, bringing home piles upon piles of books every day. I was maybe 7 or 8 when I did this. I hadn't thought of this in ages! I was the cutest nerd ever reading terrible books, but the smell of books brought me back to this!! That's pretty cool!
This post doesn't really have much of a conclusion besides... Go smell some shit. Seriously. Go through old stuff - sports gear, books, stuffed animals, clothes - and see what memories are sparked. It's nice to take a break and remember stuff in a non-conventional manner... It's weird, but it actually makes the memory more meaningful!
Go try it! Stop and smell the roses... And sneakers... And books... And whatever else thatyour can get your hands on that may spark a memory. It's nice to step back and remember... And maybe forget the crap you're dealing with right now.
Take a moment to remember what you forgot so you can forget. If only for a moment.
-janeovision
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This is going to hurt.
This is going to hurt.
Oh valentines day. The day where people are forced to prove their love to their partner because the holiday says so and you look like a complete turd if you don't. It's also the day where those single folks either sulk in their own assumed lonliness or reject the holiday completely, because, well who needs love anyways.
I look at this holiday somewhat differently.
I'm a single gal. I have been for a while now, and I'm beyond ok with this. It's not that I'm against love or relationships, but I haven't found anything and I tend to be careful of my heart. What's the rush anyways? To me this holiday is not about being in a relationship or being single, it's about love.
Love is a fucked up thing. I don't beat around the bush, it is. But that's what makes it so wonderful and powerful. This emotion rips you apart and throws you around like a ragdoll. It tears your insides out and hollows you out, an empty shell of your former self. Now this all seems pretty terrible. Why would you subject yourself to such masochism? Well there's also the other half of love. The part that makes you weak and stupid. The part that makes you numb to everyone else but the person you can't quit thinking about. You're goofy, passionate, illogical and make poor decisions and more of a fool of yourself than drugs and alcohol can do to you.
Wait... That's better?!?!
Like I said, love is pretty fucked up.
Love is a messed up thing. But that's what love is. Love is the biggest challenge and biggest risk you will ever take in your life. People don't realize the danger and the leap that you are terrified to take. It's the biggest terror you will ever take. It's the most ballsy thing you will ever bring on in your life. With love, only the strong will survive. Love is something the cowards cannot handle. With love, go big or go home.
So with these challenges, why even try love? Well, why the hell not?!?!! Love is the best risk you'll ever make. And you know what? A lot of the time you're gonna fail. And you're gonna fail hard. The hardest part of love is getting back ip again and keeping the armour off and letting yourself fall on that blade again.
Love is not for the weak. Even when it's family or friends. Love is never an easy task. But I love the concept of love because it's the greatest battle I will ever fight. And I'm ready to fight it.
Bring it on love, do your best, do your worst.
-janeovision
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Oh valentines day. The day where people are forced to prove their love to their partner because the holiday says so and you look like a complete turd if you don't. It's also the day where those single folks either sulk in their own assumed lonliness or reject the holiday completely, because, well who needs love anyways.
I look at this holiday somewhat differently.
I'm a single gal. I have been for a while now, and I'm beyond ok with this. It's not that I'm against love or relationships, but I haven't found anything and I tend to be careful of my heart. What's the rush anyways? To me this holiday is not about being in a relationship or being single, it's about love.
Love is a fucked up thing. I don't beat around the bush, it is. But that's what makes it so wonderful and powerful. This emotion rips you apart and throws you around like a ragdoll. It tears your insides out and hollows you out, an empty shell of your former self. Now this all seems pretty terrible. Why would you subject yourself to such masochism? Well there's also the other half of love. The part that makes you weak and stupid. The part that makes you numb to everyone else but the person you can't quit thinking about. You're goofy, passionate, illogical and make poor decisions and more of a fool of yourself than drugs and alcohol can do to you.
Wait... That's better?!?!
Like I said, love is pretty fucked up.
Love is a messed up thing. But that's what love is. Love is the biggest challenge and biggest risk you will ever take in your life. People don't realize the danger and the leap that you are terrified to take. It's the biggest terror you will ever take. It's the most ballsy thing you will ever bring on in your life. With love, only the strong will survive. Love is something the cowards cannot handle. With love, go big or go home.
So with these challenges, why even try love? Well, why the hell not?!?!! Love is the best risk you'll ever make. And you know what? A lot of the time you're gonna fail. And you're gonna fail hard. The hardest part of love is getting back ip again and keeping the armour off and letting yourself fall on that blade again.
Love is not for the weak. Even when it's family or friends. Love is never an easy task. But I love the concept of love because it's the greatest battle I will ever fight. And I'm ready to fight it.
Bring it on love, do your best, do your worst.
-janeovision
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