This Week Be Like...

"People tend to overstate my resilience, but, of course, I hope they're right."
David Brudnoy

Brittany's Top 3 Public Transit Adventures

In an effort to avoid killing people i choose not to drive. This means that out of necessity i use public transit & it's my experience that the city of Calgary only employs crazy people as bus drivers, for instance, yesterday the driver was rambling to no one & in letting someone onto the bus said
"I was going to go to Banff but then i had to come & get you guys so..."
Last month i sat next to a 40 year old man who had Britney Spears' "Womanizer" blaring from his head phones. There is a well known homeless guy in Calgary who leans in so that he's 4 inches from your face & asks you how your day is, he once showed Hayley pictures of himself with various girls at the zoo. My opinion? He rides transit lines all day long & just never gets off, really why would he?

Environmentalism Isn't Really My Thing.

Musical Moments

So because the little music players i used to dl don't work anymore I'm just going to take the liberty of listing off all of the songs I have loved this month. The ones I can't take off repeat are bolded.

Woman's Work by Maxwell

Every Time it Rains by Charlotte Martin

18th Floor Balcony by Blue October

Call it Off by Tegan & Sara

A Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz

Throw It All Away by Zero 7

Relief by Chris Garneau

The Last Time He Saw Dorie by Copeland

SPANKY!

So my heart was completely broken when i recently found out the adorable child actor who played Spanky on the Little Rascals now works at Wal-Mart. He doesn't even work as like a waiter or a bartender or something... he works at Wal-Mart, like stocking shelves and greeting people with happy face stickers. WTF OBAMA! Fix the economy quicker! Give fuckin Spanky his pride back.

Working Girl.

Postcard poem being submitted tomorrow. Wish me luck friends.

Home is where your heart is, where your art is.

Where the breaking point moves like a hurricane

leaving the rubble of our lives in its wake.

The egg white sofa covers stained with

the sleeping bodies of children

who ache & sway like grown ups

resting away the stench of liquor & shame

Home is where Anderson Cooper is

singing the praises of the war torn diplomats.

The kitchen floors don't creak & they're always clean,

the room full of the stainless steel appliances

my mother never taught me how to use

& i know i don't belong here like the smooth rumble

of spanish hymns

all hips & breaded meat & femininity

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where the art is.

& Now For Something Completely Inappropriate

So it turns out prostitot Noah Cyrus, Miley Cyrus' (you know the really good role model?) little sister, is coming out with a new line of lingerie for children 0-12 years old. LINGERIE. Do children wear lingerie? Is that acceptable now? Between that and the Bratz dolls i think I'll go ahead and pickle my uterus now. Put it in a sparkly earn above my bed and sleep soundly beneath it. Without the pitter patter of a child size stiletto's marking up the hallway & shitting through the diaper thong. If you have doubts about the fact that every after school activity has been infused with a Lolita vibe... Here is a seven year olds dance recital that will make you want to mutate your genitals.

Things That Have Made Me Happy This Year

So for the purposes of focusing on the positive, The following is a short list of things that have made me happy this year so far: Etgar Keret, lysine, Orba, making clever puns about the informal uses of the ipad in my head (imaxipad, ipadded bra), cocoa butter lotion, Margaret Atwood's "Year of The Flood", thick cottons socks, english lectures that are more like comedy shows, ice fog, hot pad, Phil & Sebastian Latte's, Naked Green Machine Juice, incredibly soft blankets from Urban Barn, sleeping during the day, really adorable text messages from my little boyfriend in the morning, Dragonette, home made Sangria, Emanuel Latreau's amazing chocolate croissants, story prompts, editing other peoples work, the way frost covers bare branches, when Chase runs to get something, runs into a piece of furniture instead & walks toward you with his head down like he's really ashamed... that's the cutest thing, JacksonPollok.org, Teen Mom, Jersey Shore, watching TMZ videos of Tila Tequila crying, Make it Or Break it, Shoppers Optimum Card, raking up Shoppers Optimum points in just reeaaallly inappropriate purchases, coasting around FFFFOUND, Phillip Defranco, raising up the class average (FACE), Poladroid, That guy who asked the governor of New Jersey if he could fist pump, fingerless mittens, giving presents, black pomeranians, Awesome Blossoms, themed doorbells, Pac-Xon and OH MY GOD THIS

We Fight. We Break Up. We Kiss. We Make Up

"Apologizing: doesn't always mean that you're wrong & the other

person is right. It just means that you value your relationship

more than your ego."

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Tap Tap Ting

So, i wrote this.

In The Alley Behind the Bank Exists Pinky's Laundromat , it Smells Like Chow Mien & Fabric Softener

In those prosaic days when youth befalled us

with its squeaky hinges & pealing paint

in the home we shared with other young couples

whose screeching disagreements & foul smelling smoke

existed beneath the thin veneer of the floor beneath us.

I loved you most in Pinky's Laundromat behind the bank.

where you sat facing me, admiring

pictures of polished cars & their glistening capable parts.

Where i read Whitman & wrote about Auden

& imagined Ted Hughes & i wished he was you.

Where your frayed wool sweater you wore on thanksgiving

& my thin cotton tee shirt i wore on the first day it snowed,

embraced each other in the rinse cycle.

These things that loosely covered us when we took cruel jabs at each other,

keeping our home hostage in the temperature of our Stalemate.

In those fabrics we sweat & sobbed & kept secrets,

we stripped, swept sweetly over one another

& slept to the steady beating of breath.

I loved you most at Pinky's Laundromat,

Poor & Eager & Beautiful,

You pushed shiny quarters into the industrial dryer

Beneath the slow spinning ceiling fan

Kissed my forehead, admired engines

I thought about Ted Hughes & I knew i wouldn't want him

if i could have you.

Poladroid

I'm sure everyone already knows what Poladroid is, but in case you don't know it's an application that you drag your photos onto it & then they are printed and develop on your desktop so it's pretty cool. Here are some of my own favorite pictures from my trip along the coast this summer.

TA DA!

SartoriaLUST. Janooary 20Ten

Dear SartolriaLUST,

Thank you for wearing away the January blues.

This month was all about the vintage: