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Winter in April Playlist

23 songs for a white chill mood with a warm hot chocolate and happy heart. They never fail to put a smile on my face, happy easy listening:

Sous le Ciel de Paris – Jill Barber
Cecilia – Simon and Garfunkel
Junk of the Heart – The Kooks
Baby It’s Cold Outside – any version
Benny and the Jets – Elton John
Isn’t She Lovely – Stevie Wonder
Pick Me Up – Hollerado
The Girl from Ipanema – Stan Getz & Astrud Gilberto
Come on Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners
For So Long – Andy Gibbs
The Golden Age – The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Wouldn’t it Be Nice – The Beach Boys
Jammin – Bob Marley
September – Earth Wind and Fire
Put Your Records On – Corinne Bailey Rae
The Lazy Song – Bruno Mars
Masque Nada – Sergio Mendes
Solace – Scott Joplin
Blackbird – The Beatles
Chicken Fried – Zac Brown Band
You And I – Ingrid Michaelson
Oxford Comma – Vampire Weekend
Go Outside – The Cults

Yes, the styles are completely jumbled. But I like variety when I’m listening to music. Inspired by “The Modern Philosopher”, who like most of Canada, is experiencing Christmas weather again, at a very wrong time. Let me know what you think if you decide to have a listen!

Thanks for reading,


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Quivering hands stick into warm pockets and fallen snowflakes drip from eyelashes, melting into tears that congeal from the frost, glazing over again the hint of spring that hadn’t been seen for a long, long time.

Georgia O'Keeffe. An Orchid. (1941)
Georgia O’Keeffe. An Orchid. (1941)

Winters become longer than they seem in February.
How I miss the warm sunshine.

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2013, Let’s Go: Some holiday afterthoughts

It’s January, the awkward month of transition between celebrating and lounging around to getting back on your feet to catch up with a schedule again. When the long awaited winter wonderland of snow  goes from this:

Here we go again

To this:

Ah, the beauty of city snow. Maybe part of it is psychological as there is not much to look forward to anymore – just the rest of the long,  not-so-cold-but-wet winter up ahead. I miss the holiday music playing on the radio, bustling streets full of people searching for goodies, and just all the smiles of having time to spend the way we wanted. This year, we were lucky to visit Ottawa and had a great time visiting family and friends. I suppose the ending of the season makes it that much more special. Until next year, it is currently still a time of reminiscence for me:

A Charlie Brown Christmas

On a bright note, we survived the apocalypse – despite the scary coincidence of New York flooding just like in the movie 2012 – and society can continue stumbling along trying to find the meaning of life. Part of my New Year’s resolution is to blog every other day… starting today.

It is good to go back to school, dance, and be back with friends but I cannot say that I have the same enjoyment for deadlines and assignments yet. There’s something satisfying about getting back to being active and productive, our minds, bodies, and tummies just can’t handle it yet.

The rhythm will come back soon I’m sure, and in the mean time, do the world a favour and wear some bright colours to cheer up the grey of post-holiday depression. Happy weekend and belated New Year!


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A walk in suburbia

I have always had indecisive taste. In grade 1, they asked me what my favourite colour was; I listed all seven in the rainbow. Last Sunday I decided autumn is my favourite season. It was the perfect day for a walk, full of typical stereotypes, which, in truth is what makes fall so wonderful:

Of course it’s the leaves.

The crunch of curled up shells beneath your feet; the earthy smell of those that have escaped raked piles and large brown paper bags, softening into the brown mush of soil. The whispers of certain lingerers rustling against the wind, echoing through streets of the neighbourhood.

The flutter of nature’s paper in orange, yellow, red, and everything in between – some oscillating gently to the ground, others swirling around vibrantly as if they knew where they were going. A car roars past sending an enormous wave of tiny yellow leaves behind its wheels, glinting gold in the sunlight against a clear blue sky.



The air is crisp, not too hot, and not too cold. Breezes are cool enough to sharpen the senses and numb fingertips, and the sunshine warm enough keep your cheeks from getting too rosy. It’s weather for denim or leather jackets, boots, scarves, and my favourite, comfy sweaters. It’s layering at it’s best – without the overstuffed feeling of giant heavy winter coats and occasional long underwear.

 The  distant honking of Canada geese and the scurrying of fat balls of black fur that are squirrels up trees reminds me that winter is coming. There is anticipation in the air as the last remnants of summer slowly disappear, giving way to the beginnings of the chills and darkness that will be the next half a year. The soft glow of sun, breezes, leaves – it all makes you feel so close to nature.

It’s a rather thoughtful and reflective season, and I like that a lot.


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