These photos by Wolfram Hahn seem especially relevant now having just come home for Christmas break, and in being mildly exhausted and anticipating sickness, kind of just sit myself down in this ugly floral chair, drink rum 'n' colas, and watch a few episodes of Ellen DeGeneres or anything on the Food Network.
If anything, being submersed in that university/counter-culture bubble sans television or trips to the mall just makes me a little more surprised by mall culture. In Zellers I saw a Poo-lar Bear jellybean dispenser. Really? I know fart jokes have got a pretty good hold on the market, but I just couldn't really get behind things that dispensed candy as feces. Mum later told me she once bought a similar toy but sheep-shaped.
My sisters also insisted on keeping the TV ringing in the background while decorating the Christmas tree. A lot of tears from teenaged mothers and, "Oh ma Gawd"s from Dr. Phil will now join in the tradition of hanging the funky golden and teal boot ornaments on the tree. The television as a tool just has a way of cheapening every moment. Why are we afraid of ourselves? Blah blah blah, TV PARTY.
Otherwise, it looks like there might be a tiny emerging folk scene in the hometown which would be exciting, but before the night on which I could see that became too uncharacteristic a whole group of us drove down to a desolate park (and by park I mean snowbank) in the middle of nowhere to drink wine and smoke doobs. This following a solid five day recording session is insofar making Christmas break pretty tolerable, if not enjoyable.
... Just wish we had Scrabble in the house.
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