I made a new Tumblog at tomboyfemme.com that’s a collection of photographs, articles, and links from around the web pertaining to a “tomboy femme” gender identity/style. Tomboy femme is the term I have chosen to apply to my own gender identity (my own spot on the butch/femme spectrum). I invite discussion – if you’d like to talk to me about it, send me a message through Tumblr.

Good news. I managed to get most of my old recipes back – after I switched webhosts and lost all of my WordPress archives, I thought these were gone forever. But, hurrah! They are not! Malloreigh’s vegan on-the-fly recipe listing is back from the dead. (How seasonally appropriate.)

I feel like if I were to document, with photos and videos and words and links, everything I did, my blog would do really well. If only I had the energy!

See, I have this theory that people like to watch other people do ordinary things, but do them with gusto and energy (if not style). Why? Real life has become interesting again, thanks to the internet, because associated with those tasks is a personality, and there’s a social aspect, too.

I just put the lemon poppyseed muffins from Vegan Brunch into the oven. While I was mixing them I thought, hey, I should be taking photos of this, or making a video, or something. But then I’d have to upload and edit the photos, or edit and subtitle the video, and gods know that I don’t have time or energy for that.

Even if I have spent the last six hours bumming around online.

okay, so this is what i am up to.

i’ve undertaken a project to draw pictures of scatterheart, after jesse saw this drawing of mine. i think i’ll do a great job, but i’ll want to colour it and i don’t colour as well as i wish i could. entirely due to lack of patience and not at all due to lack of skill.

i’ve been working the last couple weeks on perfecting a website i made for women into healing centre, a local drug and alcohol addiction treatment and recovery centre located in maple ridge (a suburb of vancouver’s suburbs). it’s going really well and i’m quite happy with it, though i still have a few plans for it that haven’t been brought to fruition.

a new layout for this very site (that is, malloreigh.com, because i know you may well be reading this elsewhere) is in the works. slow but steady.

i’ve just done a couple of graphic ads for juicy! juice bar, a raw, vegan, & otherwise super-rad whole foods vendor in new westminster (another vancouver suburb). this place is owned and operated by my good friend, the yoga princess katie kitson, for whom i will someday build a personal portfolio (you heard it here first). juicy’s grand opening is september 14th – discounts and free samples will be all the rage that day, i hear.

i’m back in school for the fall, taking four classes (and hopefully, soon, a fifth, if i can nudge my way in). and no, i’m not at concordia – i’m still in vancouver at langara. speaking of which, @langaracollege, why was there someone with a stinky, emission-spewing leaf blower having a joyous time blowing irrelevant surfaces the other day? and why is the cafe in the new student union building using styrofoam when the cafeteria uses compostable greenware?

yes, i am that asshole student who agitates for constant vigilance on the eco-friendly side of things. we’ll never be doing enough. whatever, someone’s gotta do it, and learning makes me idealistic. (as if i wasn’t already?)

i’ve been tumbling quite a bit. check that out if you like pretty and interesting things.

ETA: These are from Ruminations.

“More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.”

“Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.”

“Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw it.”

“I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.”

“I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.”

“A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.”

“LOL has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say” ”

“How many times is it appropriate to say ‘What?’ before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?”

“While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and i instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.”

“Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if
I do!”

“There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.”

“I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone
and run away?”

“I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.”

On another note, there’s this asshole spider that’s been hanging around in our house for the last few days. He does unnerving things like drop rapidly from the ceiling while I’m moving through a room or the hallway, and then do it another few feet away a few minutes later. What a creep.

Right now, he’s walking along the floor, still attached to his web string. He’s brown and has these spindly legs and his body is about the size of a clove. Perhaps I should find out if he’ll kill us.

I love it when local shit is bumpin awesome.

Turns out that when Joey Comeau blogs your photos, you get 700 views in one day. And it’s not even one I particularly like.

I just went hiking. Went up to Garibaldi lake, north of Squamish. Did 10k yesterday, and then 9 back down the mountain today. My legs are jelly. Turns out I’m not much of a hiking person – I got mega-grumpy both on the way up and the way down. Good to know.

Sexy People: A Celebration of the Perfect Portrait showcases a standard of photographic excellence that I can only attempt to strive for.

hal visited vancouver and experienced a day in the life of a bunch of self-obsessed internet hipsters, ie, me and my friends. his experience – and his insight – are interesting – as are our comments. i have trouble articulating in my blog sometimes, due more to laziness than anything else, but here’s my shit, as stated in a comment on his post:

Wed July 15, malloreigh said:
discussing all of those things with you helped me get some perspective on it, too, in a way i hadn’t before. i feel violated all the time by everything i do. maybe it’s time to change it?

nice to have met you and thanks for doing a day in our lives. i feel like everyone should. we have a good time, and yeah, we’re a bunch of vain, self-obsessed pseudo-intellectuals who are more interested in self-analysis than anything else. and i think a big part of why we throw so much of our lives on the internet is to gain insight from other people. maybe they can figure us out, if we can’t.

Tens of thousands of protesters hit the streets in the aftermath of the Iranian election as the government rolled out a nationwide censorship campaign, shutting down mobile phone service, text messaging, and access to news sites. Fortunately, proxy servers have been set up to allow media access from within Iran’s borders – and once again, Twitter rises to the foreground as a powerful media/access/publication tool.

Twitter: the social networking tool we didn’t know we needed until we had it. I’d reference my old post about something similar, but I lost my blog archives and Electric Kitten (now under new management!) hasn’t responded to my request to have them retrieve my SQL table in exchange for my hard-earned cash. Thanks.