friday night marked the last official dan, liann and joanne dining experience in montreal, as i will not be here next year and dan will have graduated by the time i come back. dressed in “semi-formal”, we headed to weinstein & gavinos for an italian dinner (it’s only fitting). liann and i ordered our usual risottos (and the glass or so of wine), while dan had calamari and ravioli (plus the rest of the bottle of wine). we then ordered a gigantic tiramisu to share – in accordance with our florentine traditions – when liann took out a bag of swedish berries (where i’ll be next year) and stracciatella lindt chocolates (my favourite flavour of gelato when we were in italy) to give to me! definitely two of the best going away presents i’ve ever received, knowing my love for cheesy gestures… and naturally, i had to take pictures of it all, hence their “oh god, here she goes again with her camera” looks in that last photo (they’ve grown used to it so i had to ask them to pose like that for me).

andrew bird was sensastional. my favourite song of the night was “why?” (that or his attempt at translating kermit’s “it’s not easy being green” into french) damn you for being so easygoing… and i mean that with all the love in the world, mr. bird!

a fantasy anthropological study of african skinhead fashion from the early seventies, as photographer clayton cubitt calls it. a stunning set of photographs, don’t you think? be sure to see the rest of the series on his website.

it’s april, the rain is washing clean the sidewalks, and i’m tired. the kind of tire that nullifies time and the responsibilities that it brings, if only in my mind. this tiredness seems to me a rewarding feeling though. it slows me down, and it makes me take in the chaos that exists in the present moment, even in the simplest of things, like the rain outside. within an instant, puddles emerged out of the pavement. it could’ve taken a minute or thirty but i didn’t keep count. i just listened to them grow. sensational splashes against the hum of city noises.

all the tire will be out by tomorrow night though cause andrew bird‘s coming to town. i am considering bringing my cello along as an excuse to join him on stage. pizzicato party!