Sunday, April 15, 2007

Rebirth

Springtime in Toronto is not as charming as in other parts of the world where cherry blossoms bloom amidst the birds singing their mating songs. While the snow has melted, instead of seeing bright green little buds of rebirth we are confronted with dead brown grass, partially deteriorated dog shit and garbage that the snow had been hiding all this time.

But having grown up in Toronto, we're all accustomed to the reluctant departure of winter and despite the pre-teen temperatures, girls around the city are already showing more leg and ankles in anticipation of the summer to come.

I've spent the morning dancing around the apartment in a soft-nude-pink summer dress with lace trim and my brand new silver Adidas by Stella McCartney flats listening to 23, Blonde Redhead's latest album. BR is a band that I listened to in high-school that was far ahead of its tim with its distorted layers of guitar mixed with the Japanese opera style vocals of its lead singer. But even as a "sophisticated" teenager, I failed to fully appreciate the unique beauty of this band.

Their new album makes me sway and twirl like a spring blossom in the wind and I think this signifies the fact that my taste is music is changing. Not that I'm renouncing anything that I like, but I'm opening up to more ambient, stylized music like Air and Charlotte Gainsbourg. My desire to jump around with fists in the air has lessened probably because I do enough of that at work in a way.

It's been awhile, Blog, and I guess I'm growing up. Since my last post, I've been working hard and have received some recognition for my efforts; I turned 23 in March; I got my full driver's license last week; Ryan and I are condo-shopping in a highly competitive downtown market; and I started sketching again.

These are all reasons why I have neglected you because I seek balance in my life. Though I cannot give you as much attention as I used to, you are still important to me as a sounding board for ideas, thoughts and feelings. There is something therapeutic about seeing my own words published on the world wide web where anyone could stumble upon it (not that many people do) and can be inspired or intrigued or sympathetic.

I promise there will be other posts soon. I miss you!