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No, but seriously.

I have a store as of today. It is in cyberspace.   It is in the matrix.   It is in virtual reality.   The ideological ramifications of this are blowing my mind a bit.

Etsy on its own is a really interesting convalescence of mainstream industrial capitalism and DIY-ish local economics.   In a sense, my store maybe epitomises this a bit because, other than things like thread and elastic that are hard to reclaim, I don’t use new materials, period.

Anyway, k8000000 designs currently features reworked women’s apparel of the kind that I would wear or that maybe I would wear if I were an ever so slightly different person, or the kind that I would wear if I didn’t already have too many clothes.  BUT.  I would really like input, any and all custom orders, and suggestions!!  I want this more than sales (and sales would make me very very happy, of course) because I am just one person living in one bubble and I can’t possibly tap all the ideas and desires and knowledge out there.  This whole thing is also turning out to be a really big learning experience for me, and there are a lot of areas I can improve, and I have a feeling that anyone reading this and their extended networks might have a lot to say.

So, here are my requests:

1) Please tell me what you think/want/would like to see!

2) If you see anything that you like, or that you know someone who would like, please spread the word!

From the depths of my vegetable heart, thank you!

Also,  unique new pieces will be added at least a couple times a week, so if you are interested, stay tuned!


I still haven’t booked another road test. My license expires at the end of June. I’m beginning to think that I won’t bother getting my full license…after all, I was never planning to own a car. And now that this sweet ride is sitting in my room, I think I may just compete with the traffic on two wheels. Riding on the road, even in Kingston, is a bit scary. I went out with a few more adventurous friends yesterday during rush hour. All that I can really say is that there was a lot of adrenaline pumping.

For anyone who is considering doing some road biking, I seriously recommend investigating fixed-gear bikes. YOU CAN BIKE BACKWARDS. I’m sorry, but I still can’t get over that. I haven’t done it yet…my bike is still on its free-wheel setting while I get used to the geometry and such, but give it a few weeks, and I will be able to bike in all directions. Nothing will stop me…except maybe mud (I slipped off the pavement yesterday, lost all traction in the muddy grass beside it, and then fell comically sideways).  Obviously, biking backwards is just a novelty–the real beauty of fixed-gear bikes is their speed and the punishing regimen they deal out. You can’t coast. Once you start, your pedals are always in motion…until you break, skid, or crash. Fabulous. Frightening. Yes!

Okay, clearly, I’m not a great spokesperson for fixies quite yet. I should also get back to reading about sex and gender.

Since I’ve quit Facebook and I’ll be spending most of the next month cross-legged on someone else’s couch writing term papers, I’ve decided I may as well make my announcements here. You’re the people that matter, anyway.

  • I’m doing my MA at Queen’s come September. Exciting but not exciting.
  • I’m going to be in Chicago for a few days at the end of April…does anyone want anything/does anyone have places to recommend in terms of food and cool experiences?
  • I will make this for you on request. It is massively delicious, and I need to justify my bundt pan purchase by making as many cakes as possible.

If this were real, I would become the most hardcore football fan. Immediately.

Yes, I am aware of the somewhat unnerving lyrics of this song. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to stop listening to it.

They’re Harvard grads, apparently.

says it all.

In the midst of today’s snowstorm I got my wisdom teeth removed. I couldn’t imagine my face any rounder, but it is, and I very closely resemble a very greedy, geeky (the glasses) chipmunk with a ponytail. When I got home and I was waiting for my mom to come back from the pharmacy with pills, I experienced the most intense, excruciating pain ever and curled up in a little sobbing ball. Realization: I can be kind of a baby. Luckily, I now have a steady stream of ibuprofen and codeine. How did people manage to have teeth pulled before the advent of modern medicine? Huge shout out to whatever let me be born in the 20th century. And I get the internet. Score.

I can say that the procedure itself was pretty smooth though. I don’t have very much fear for medical things, and had a good time with the nitrous oxide. I was put completely under, and the last thing I remember was attempting to calculate how much money my orthodontist makes from doing wisdom teeth extractions. Apparently he does one an hour every day around this time of year, and charges $1700 each. Jeez.

Anyway, what are your wisdom teeth stories? From telling people about getting them out this past week, I know everyone loves sharing them. I have enormous amounts of baking I want to do next week and I’m willing myself to get over being able to only eat slurpy liquid things asap. Getting over my face looking like a bouncy ball with a nose would also be cool. Also, I need movie suggestions, because at this rate it looks like I’ll be curled up in my living room for at least another day. Go!