Bachelor Life in the Big City

Although I am hesitant to admit it, I am a single yuppie with too much disposable income in the big city. I'm not the starving artist I once was; for the first time ever I have a salary and a somewhat stable living situation (I've become a lot of things I really don't dig, but I digress for now). Thus, I eat out a lot, as some of you loyal readers might have gathered in posts past. But to cut back on eccentric spending, most nights of the week I do actually cook for myself. Most of the time it goes horribly wrong, so I stick to the old faithfuls.

After 7+ years of cooking for myself, I still haven't mastered the omellete. It's such a fantastic idea on paper: your favourite ingredients wrapped in a light blanket of egg. Delicious, if you can execute properly. That I cannot do. Below is testament.

I guess this post should really be called "Fun With My New Camera pt. II". This was supper last night. It started out with good intentions: eggs, marble cheese, mushrooms, and green peppers. The end result:

So I did the only logical thing: drowned it in BBQ sauce.

Aesthetically, it was a disaster. Tastily, a success.

I guess the point here is that I'm officially on holidays. So no updates for almost two weeks. I figured I'd leave something here to fill that digital void. First legit holidays ever, so I'm totally stoked. I promise lots of stellar pictures upon my return.

The Red Snapper

I finally bought myself a new camera. I've had my eye on this particular Kodak model for a while, and picked it up Friday. Pretty stoked about it. Snapped a few shots over the weekend, so I decided to post a few here. I'm still getting the feel of the camera, so a lot of them didn't turn out that well, but that'll come once I actually learn how to use it. Heheh. So please pardon the rustiness.

Saturday night I checked out Sleater-Kinney at the Phoenix. It was a solid rock n' roll show from start to finish.

Like I said, still getting the hang of this new piece. This shot doesn't quite capture the HOTT-ness that is Corin Tucker. Maybe it does, though...it looks like she's made of magma.

Sunday was the "Taste of Little Italy" festival in...er...Little Italy. I had a killer veal-on-a-bun and some deadly ice cream.

That night I got hungry again so I went to grab a burrito. I figured I'd stop by the Muchmusic Video Awards and snap some pics. This is Alexisonfire. The song they played was pretty good.

Everything else about that sucked and was boring, though. The teenagers started getting to me so I left.

Yeah, so this round of pics isn't that good, but there'll be more to come. I hope to finally update the "photography" section as well. But in the meantime, I'll post more shots of my summer exploits here on the blog in the coming months.

Hope you're all enjoying the warm season. Take care.
W.

I Scar Myself for the Sake of Art

My newest tattoo, burned into my flesh by my man Wes at New Tribe here in Toronto. I'm really happy with how it turned out. Beforehand, I only had a vague notion of what I wanted: just a detailed tomahawk. So I ran into him on Queen St. W a few weeks ago and let him know. "Let me work on something," he said. "I'll call you in a couple weeks."

He gave me a shout, I checked out what he conceived, and totally dug it. An appointment was booked, and I went in last week. Took about two hours, and he gave me a really great deal. It's healing up rather nicely and should be totally good to go by this weekend. Thanks a million, Wes.

So that's number seven...still not sure how many are to come. What a crazy addiction.

Photo courtesy Ian Kerr during our latest weekend exploits.