"visually restructure"

Indulging in my one summer tv weakness....Big Brother (ya ya I know), a Vichy commercial came on. Now typically i just roll my eyes at all of the ads that shamlessly target the poor vulnerable baby boomer market with their promises to eradicate, disintegrate and eliminate the aging process....

Vichy's claim to "visual restructure the surface of your skin" made my jaw drop.

what the hell does that mean? We all know that half of what we see in the mirror is a result of own's own illusions and delusions...that our inner mirror provides such a strong reflection, one that can often make it hard to see our wonderful selves as we truly are.

Therefore, does Vichy's claim merely help validate the fact that we truly believe what we want to see? I'd have to say it's the only way the Canadian Marketing Association and consumer protection agency could allow such ridiculous advertising...if consumers are too stupid to believe it, then they deserve to waste their dollars.

so inspired it hurts

discovered this photoblog recently

http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/

and everytime i visit the site, i ache. a good ache..but an ache.

the ability to see the extrodinary in the ordinary landscapes that surround us is quite an amazing talent. it's an ability i'm not sure i have but i think with any art..the more you practice the easier it gets. honestly, visit this blog.

i've been contemplating my place in this great big world for a while now and have recently settled on freelance photography as my next 'career'..leaving behind the few others i've tried out along the way. i'm currently in the process of figuring out how to turn this pipe dream into reality and sites like this both fuel the fire and threaten to snuff it out at the same time. the fear of failure is strong but one i have promised myself to look straight in the eye and say fuck you.

Getting Gas

Since i got my car just over a year ago, i've taken much more notice of the annoying games that the gas companies play, dropping and hiking prices as it suits them. Seriously, i doubt that the price of a barrel of oil changes between 10 PM on Monday night and 7:30 AM on Tuesday morning but i may be wrong. probably not though.

Last night on my way home from catching up with E & T over cheese, pate and the obligatory glass of red wine, I planned to stop for gas. Planned to. As I approached the station I saw cars virtually parked on top of each other, extending out into traffic in an apparent game of 'how many idiots does it take to cause a car crash". Gas was 85.6 cents per litre.

It all made "sense."

Three hours earlier it was at least 95 cents. That 10 cent savings obviously must have been well worth the 20-30 minute line up i'm guessing those fools waited in to fill up.

This morning on my way to work I stopped for gas and of course, gas was back up to 96 point something. $4.00 extra I paid to fill up my tank vs waiting in line like a moron.

Of course, perhaps I can only mock because of the fact that work covers my mileage so I pretty much drive for free all year;)

summer lovin'

so...i've realized that i've become a bit of a kissing bandit as of late
and i'm perfectly okay with that
in fact...summer is almost over and methinks this girls' got a bit more smooching to do.

you CAN make friends with salad

i just had the pleasure of spending the long weekend, camping up north with 16 virtual strangers who now feel like old friends. I tagged along on a friend's annual camping trip and came home feeling so 'filled with fun' that I was glowing (and not just from the three days spent outdoors drinking in the cancerous rays).

At 29 the thought of barreling into new friendships seemed odd. I thought i had my lifelines set - and for the most part i'm sure that's true, but i'm excited to think that there is also a world of new connections just waiting to be made. In a year that has been spent being stuck in the past, panicked in the present and unsure of the future, it was a much needed dose of hope and inspiration.

now if i could just get the dirt that seems to be tattooed onto the bottom of my feet off I would be complaint free.