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I visited the MOMA (Metropolitan Museum of Art) today and wandered around this massive building for almost three hours. We started with Egyptian art and mummies, moving on to the Byzantium period and then European art. We were not so into these exhibits, not till we reached, maybe,  the European Renaissance section.

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I’ve realized as a journalist and blogger that occasionally gets published and occasionally has readers, and as an actor that occasionally gets acting roles and occasionally takes classes, that it is important that I stay impeccable with my word. I came across this theory of being impeccable with my word during the class I’m taking with casting director Ron Leach, when I found my major weakness was memorization of words—something I’ve struggled with all my life, stumbling over Shakespeare and ruining countless *significant* auditions (i know, i know, all of them are significant.)

There are many ways to look at this theory of being “impeccable” with my word, the core of which is taken from the book “The Four Agreements” by Don Miguel Ruiz. Yes, it can be found in the self-help section and I did wear sunglasses when perusing this area of Indigo.. Read the rest of this entry »

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Someone asked me today why I am so enamoured by spoken word, and what the difference is between spoken word and rap, or why I would listen to spoken word and not simply listen to music, which is in abundance, he asked me why I’m so into spoken word but not so into rap. He referred to this J. Ivy Def Poetry piece I once posted on my Facebook.

I responded at first saying that I love words. I do. I’m addicted to them. I added that rap is close to spoken word, that rap is an offspring of spoken word, that all rap is spoken word but not all spoken word is rap. Read the rest of this entry »

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I feel like I should write something about Michael Jackson before I bury it. When I first heard, I didn’t really digest it. I didn’t think of the hours upon hours I used to spend listening to the “Bad” album, or the first taping of my voice with my brother singing, at 4yrs old, ‘mama se mama sa ma ma coo sa, [wanna be startin somethin]’ or the countless videos I watched of his, the times I’ve broken it down to his stuff and simply used him as an inspiration for all things dance, expression, vocal…lyrical..he was a true performer, as seen in every single one of his massive hits and the not so magnified, low-profile tunes. Read the rest of this entry »

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I thought I’d share my views on The God of Small Things, a book I just finished reading last night after a long stretch. Written for the purpose of Facebook’s Visual Bookshelf.

“This is the sort of book that slowly weighs down on your mind and heart, kinda like the moth that figures so prominently in its pages. Roy’s writing takes some getting used to, it’s very quirky, but once you’re thinking like her and her characters, Read the rest of this entry »

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A poem

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I planned a little rendez-vouz avec mon chum ce soir au Restaurant Grace a coin de Palmerston et College. I don’t know where along the way I started speaking French mais..I mean, but..I guess other languages come more naturally to me when I have two drinks. So Grace is highly ranked by Toronto’s restaurant critics, and I’ve been meaning to try it. Additionally, I wanted to for once treat my boyfriend to dinner! This did not work out as planned! Read the rest of this entry »

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Those of us who wait for the first glimpse of sun are quick to shed the boots and coats and head to our favourite Toronto patios for sangria and calamari. Don’t pretend you don’t do it. I know when we saw the the light a few weeks ago, my friends and I started our lengthy wait in a line up at Black Bull, near Queen and Soho, for 20mins. It was OK for the first little bit, ordering water indoors as others manned the lineup..but we got restless and left the Queen West hood for Little Italy. Our crowd of 4 quickly turned into 6 and then 8. Larger groups are harder to manage but more fun at the end of the night:) Read the rest of this entry »

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The travel bug has infected me again, and I am tempted to leave but just as pressed to stay. I want to stay because several things are putting me on the edge of my seat. You know, when you plan enough seeds, and it rains enough along the way…something oughta sprout, yeah? So right now, I see these little sprigs of green among the weeds. But everyone is pitching trips my way, tempting me with everything from free flights and rides to ghetto style roadtrips (which I absolutely adore and live for, moreso than airports and speedy arrivals)….. Read the rest of this entry »

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