My fall semester is coming to an end. I had the most amazing weekend! I only have one exam on the 15th so I am trying to take advantage of my free time and explore the city before it gets unbearably cold.

So this weekend I saw feist! It was unbelievable. My friends and I got there about an hour before so we were feet away from Feist when she performed! Also, we witnessed the most adorable proposal! At one point in the concert, the video camera on stage zoomed in onto this drum that had a little note with a proposal on it. Before the next song started, Feist asked what had happened and the entire crowd was silent until the guy yelled, "She said yes!" and the entire venue cheered! It was amazing.

I also made a doilie garland finally! I have about 1000 doilies in my room and they have been in their packages until yesterday. I'm liking how it looks in my room!

When I went exploring yesterday I also picked up issue 11 of Four Minutes to Midnight with the most beautiful illustrations. Kevin Lo, the creator of Four Minutes to Midnight, actually spoke to one of my classes this semester. Anyway I haven't had the chance to read through it yet, but the illustrations by Sophie Jodoin are really beautiful. More about the zine here.

I also FINALLY got my hands on a Lula issue! I've been wanting one for so long. My friend works at a magazine store and picked one up for me. I'm glad I know where to find them now. I've just started looking through it, but I am definitely falling in love. Miranda July is interviewed! There is photography by Autumn de Wilde! Perfect issue!

Hopefully I will have more to post later this week because I vowed that I will not start studying until the 8th and until then need to explore and have as much fun as possible! 

Photo by Oyku Oge found here.

Sunday Morning 

Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;

Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued

Elations when the forest blooms; gusty

Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;

All pleasures and all pains, remembering

The bough of summer and the winter branch.

We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings. 

Wallace Stevens

(I haven't posted the entire poem, just my favourite parts, but you should all go read it).