IMPORTANT RECAP OF ALL THINGS RECENT & GUILLAUME MORISSETTE
an excerpt from new tab at maisonneuve
the year of reading women at the vehicule press blog
which type of vague relationship are you in? at the fanzine
a conversation between two editors at the vehicule press blog
i often think about this thing guillaume said in an interview in 2012, around the time when he was writing new tab:
'what I want the most is to destroy myself for literature. that probably sounds heavy or insane or melodramatic, but what I mean by that is that my life is stupid, like I seriously can’t see myself having babies and getting married and finding solace and meaning in my daily whatever. what I want is to use literature as a kind of death drive, give a shape to my shit-talking, my inner monologue, neuroses, failures, shortcomings, feelings, contradictions, life experiences both good and bad, etc, and use all of those without thinking things like, ‘what will people think of me.’ I kind of want to make fun of myself in a way that’s reckless and borderline irresponsible, but also entertaining/pleasurable for a person to pick up and read.'
Dream Journal (Melatonin): dreamt that i was at a haunted baseball stadium with my family. the umpire (a charming teenager) bestowed upon me a very special sugar glider who enjoy taking hot baths. he gave me a tiny crown royal bag to wear around my neck that somehow doubled as a miniature hot tub and, low and behold, the mini marsupial would just sit still in there, submerged up to its neck. i loved that guy and i loved my family. do not remember the baseball game, i think there wasn’t one. may have had something to do with the haunted nature of the stadium (dark lighting, but we had a good time.)
Status Update: woke up at 8 am, put on teeth whitening strips (day 4 of regimen) and am presently sitting in the tub listening to elevator music, unsure if i am depressed or not. i think i probably am but only a little bit.
Life: life is extremely unfair and complicated (wow). i am lucky in a lot of ways and unlucky in others (wow). how do you become a workaholic? i would like to be lost in work until i die like some of america’s finest adults.
Musing: i think it’s possible that bigfoot has been found many times but i do not believe this is likely or plausible.
Confession: sometimes i am filled with so much doubt i can’t find the words to speak so rather than ramble or speak slowly, i smile and nod. charlie chaplin wrote a song about this once, the smiling when you don’t feel like it. it was called “smile when your heart is breaking.” i think about that sometimes. he married a 16 year old girl, j.d. salinger’s fiance, in fact. i would have left salinger for chaplin too. sometimes you get dumped. especially if you were heartbroken to begin with. felt like saying “life is a zero sum game” but don’t actually know what that means.
Agenda: when my teeth are white i’m going to smile more often. hopefully you mean it when you smile. i don’t think we would like to watch ourselves if we were recorded all the time, do you? maybe if you were some sort of narcissist. but social media is pretty narcissistic and everyone uses that.
Fact: in the middle ages, the franks would settle disputes by branding the accused with an iron. if the wound healed quickly, they would rule that god(s) had given his/(their) blessing and acquit the victim. if not, they’d assume the accused was guilty. when we look back on procedures like this, we might feel as if people were primitive and stupid a long time ago, that we have learned a lot since and are now somewhat more enlightened. what if it’s not that different. what if, just like today, a handful of shrewd people had to devise methods of compromise that would provide a workable solution that could appease everyone, knowing all the while that the explanation was bogus?
Conclusion (Moral): maybe making it work is all there really is to do. most of us don’t want to, not really. too much work. and most of us suck. so that makes a lot of sense.
for instance, dominos recently introduced what appeared to be a new pizza—with a breaded chicken crust. now before you launch into early-aughts daily show-esque hur dur ‘murica rhetoric, please, if you will, recall another dish that involves breaded chicken + melted cheese + marinara sauce. that’s right. chicken parmesan. but try telling that to the agitated harpies in the huffpo comment section blowing off self-righteous steam with so much kale-stank breath. granted, virtually Everything is difficult to understand and you gotta stand for something in this damn world lest you risk being like the proverbial ship that goes wherever the wind blows. nevertheless, fair facebook friends, be careful where you lurk. if you aren’t, you may develop Bad Opinions that do not make any sense, and one day soon you may find your prejudice has rendered you unable to discern between what is pizza and what isn’t.
Have become hopelessly addicted to Facial Feedback Exercises.
Grinning like a goblin on purpose all up in this Whole Foods.
The good vibes, albeit consciously induced, are undeniable.
Smiling even more than everyone else.
Feeling guilty for possibly triggering their Fear of Missing Out disorders.
Middle-aged woman is noticeably tightening her grip on hemp grocery bag (reusable, fashion-forward.)
Vibes are turning sour.
Environment becoming contaminated.
Send help and moisturizer with CoQ10.
My face hurts and I’m concerned about developing laugh lines.