the book: what appears to be an insert calendar, long and slim, unassuming cardboard cover spruced up with a sushi tape spine and matching puffy sushi platter stickers
date: toronto august ’09->
interesting tidbits written on the covers: “i’m readier than tevin campbell”, “hip hop vampires”, “not empressed”, “inapt”, “ravenous reading”, “cat gang bang”
the mirror has two sides: “DEFECTIVE MODEL MINORITY/amasian
riff on that jay-z lyric: “fraternities are for fucking assholes, not fucking assholes”
dedicated to jay-z, mj and cher: “there’s no real farewell tour until you actually go away”
-MY FUCKING SCHEDULE AS A HAIR BITCH AT THE HOUSE OF LORDS, HOLY SHIT!!!!!
-also, one of my first toronto flops-the social bookworm reading club (aaaawwwww!) on sundays-coincidence, never.
-“chillax sounds like it was invented by the copywriters at starbucks”
-passages from the chuck palahniuk book written in eastern european grammar that i almost threw against the wall until “neck of turtle sweater”, which was not only the turning point of the book for me, but the assassination of archduke francis ferdinand in the birth of my confidence to do that dang accent (and shortly after the establishment of the “no accent” rule in my workplace)
-“six degrees of superhead”-a dissertation if i ever heard one. adding that to list of things to do.
-lots of handwritten instructions to library routes
-all-direction writing in teeny monthly schedules, honestly i can’t even look at it (sigh). i’ve rendered myself a code kind of uncrackable.
-“i’m not quitting, i’m done”.
and, that would be the mic drop.