Lyndsie Bourgon

TORONTO TUMBLR MEETUP

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 09:59:55 -0500

deepr:

when: Friday April 16th 2010 @ 8pm

where: The Rivoli 332 Queen Street West, Toronto, ON M5V 2A2

It’s official! I’d appreciate it if you guys could reblog the crap out of this post for anyone living in or near Toronto - it’ll be awesome to see everyone who can make it!

For serious. I will be there, and probably overdressed.

Ummm so I don’t really technically *know* any Toronto tumblr’s, but I read them! So I’ll be there!

hipsterpuppies: for tillie, having a mad men premiere party...

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 16:11:15 -0500

hipsterpuppies:

for tillie, having a mad men premiere party means dressing up, drinking manhattans and being totally fucking insufferable

[photo via justin g]

millenial.

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 15:48:21 -0500

missprotestalot:

This blog isn’t about anything. Because I’m 23, and I don’t know what I’m about.

You should enter this contest.

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:34:50 -0500

You should enter this contest.

incandescentlywitty: mymyheyhey: (via yimmyayo) I might not...

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 21:07:29 -0500

incandescentlywitty:

mymyheyhey:

(via yimmyayo)

I might not come back.

being bold

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 19:49:00 -0500

“I’ve noticed that some younger writers are really being brave, trying out new things, and I think they may sense that a lot of big publishing is shitting the bed anyway, that getting out of the mindset that there is a nice living to made writing serious fiction is the important first step. Then you are free.

I think the internet has been great for new fiction. That’s been the big change. People are still writing stories and novels and a few are great and some are good and most aren’t very good at all. I guess what’s different is that you could go through your awkward stage in private. Back when I was figuring out how to write the internet existed but not like today. We’d have the same conversations that people have online now, rants about the more established writers we revered and hated, and we made a lot of stupid pronouncements about the state of literature and how it’s all shit except for so-and-so and what’s-her-name and, of course, us, but the only witnesses were a few people and a sofa and some beer cans. Or you might show somebody a story you wrote, but there was no posting it on a blog. So there was no real record of when you were a dumb, scared, angry baby who didn’t know how to write yet.”

sam lipsyte. (via meaghano)

I added the bold emphasis.

Back in high school I shared a little Xanga (yes, wow) network with some of my writer friends. We met at writing camp, and then throughout the year we’d post our poems and stories online for comments. It was public, but nowhere near as public as my every day life is now, which I suppose is why I don’t post that kind of stuff online anymore. Maybe I should start.

A book you may enjoy if you enjoy books

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:21:22 -0500

meaghano:

sharingtime:

This is your last day to buy the Coming & Crying book, folks. Sadly, they didn’t go for the title I suggested: Sex Is Disgusting And We Should All Be Ashamed Of Our Bodies.

LEE!

So what I’m wondering (and will Tumblr answer?!) is: Will you send the book to Canada?

Tea time at Downing St.

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 15:54:33 -0500

Tea time at Downing St.

sodisarmingdarling: joncrowley: bbook: cvxn: Image by...

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 15:53:34 -0500

sodisarmingdarling:

joncrowley:

bbook:

cvxn:

Image by Vancouver’s poet laureate, Brad Cran, who correctly notes that “in this case, a picture is better than a poem.”

...And the bonus Canada Also Reads Rule I didn't include...

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 12:26:00 -0500

...And the bonus Canada Also Reads Rule I didn't include...:

When you start to get some notoriety and attention know that every single person who was a jerk to you in high school will email you to congratulate you and pretend they didn’t actually call you obscene, soul-crippling names and throw things at you in the cafeteria. Sorry, you can’t tell them about the years of therapy they are ultimately responsible for. Instead you will have to have polite email exchanges with them about all of those great high school memories you don’t actually have. There is no way around this. Best to write a stock email and cut and paste it as necessary.

from: staceymayfowles

whatever you do, keep writing

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 16:35:56 -0500

Everyone’s talking about the Guardian’s Rules for Writing Fiction. Now we have our own Canadian version! First post is from the lovely Stacey May Fowles, and my fave piece of advice is:

“No, the main character is not based on me. It’s fiction.” Repeat as needed.

"ever tried. ever failed. no matter. try again. fail again. fail better."

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 16:28:00 -0500

“ever tried. ever failed. no matter. try again. fail again. fail better.”

- samuel beckett (via sodisarmingdarling)

hey remember the night I wrote a story about my mom and then got...

Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:09:08 -0500

hey remember the night I wrote a story about my mom and then got off the stage and saw MY MOM standing there? From florida somehow? Yes. Thanks for coming everyone, that was maybe the best thing ever.

john:

The long line down Crosby Street in Soho for Tumblr Reads.

Tumblr writers, celebs, and the rest of us, and both David’s and Meaghan’s Mom. That was seriously fun.

I’m moving to New York only so I can attend Tumblr reads.

branchmagazine: Graphic Design: The Forgotten Web Standard -...

Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:51:43 -0500

branchmagazine:

Graphic Design: The Forgotten Web Standard - Slides in 3 Minutes

Roger Ebert: The Essential Man (Esquire) “…In 2008, when he...

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:43:15 -0500

Roger Ebert: The Essential Man (Esquire)

“…In 2008, when he was in the middle of his worst battles and wouldn’t be able to make the trip to Champaign-Urbana for Ebertfest — really, his annual spring festival of films he just plain likes — he began writing an online journal. Reading it from its beginning is like watching an Aztec pyramid being built. At first, it’s just a vessel for him to apologize to his fans for not being downstate. The original entries are short updates about his life and health and a few of his heart’s wishes. Postcards and pebbles. They’re followed by a smattering of Welcomes to Cyberspace. But slowly the journal picks up steam, as Ebert’s strength and confidence and audience grow. You are the readers I have dreamed of, he writes. He is emboldened. He begins to write about more than movies; in fact, it sometimes seems as though he’d rather write about anything other than movies. The existence of an afterlife, the beauty of a full bookshelf, his liberalism and atheism and alcoholism, the health-care debate, Darwin, memories of departed friends and fights won and lost — more than five hundred thousand words of inner monologue have poured out of him, five hundred thousand words that probably wouldn’t exist had he kept his other voice. Now some of his entries have thousands of comments, each of which he vets personally and to which he will often respond. It has become his life’s work, building and maintaining this massive monument to written debate — argument is encouraged, so long as it’s civil — and he spends several hours each night reclined in his chair, tending to his online oasis by lamplight. Out there, his voice is still his voice — not a reasonable facsimile of it, but his.

“It is saving me,” he says through his speakers.

He calls up a journal entry to elaborate, because it’s more efficient and time is precious:

When I am writing my problems become invisible and I am the same person I always was. All is well. I am as I should be.”

In the words of my esteemed colleague Michelle, “This...

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 12:39:48 -0500

In the words of my esteemed colleague Michelle, “This makes me simultaneously gag and go ‘aww’.”

sometimesagreatnotion: Happy Valentine’s Day. Ha. I am in bed...

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 23:56:00 -0500

sometimesagreatnotion:

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Ha. I am in bed with my headphones LOL-ing and my roommate was like WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT? and i was like, “I DON’T WANT TO SHOW MY BODY TO A MAN OF MY GENDER!”

This Valentine’s Day I’m covering gold medals and Olympic tragedies and epic, annoying theme songs. I’d rather be home, watching Alfie: “I have to sing tomorrow!” You know that great part when he gets invited to the hip party and he sneezes into the cocaine?

“It’ll be great - all those New Yorker writers out there, and we’ll be in here, quietly screwing.”

It’s a day for awesome video. This project is genius.

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 15:01:00 -0500

It’s a day for awesome video. This project is genius.

Is it public knowledge that Steve Nash is hilarious, and I just...

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 12:24:40 -0500

Is it public knowledge that Steve Nash is hilarious, and I just didn’t get the memo? I read an awesome article about him in Fast Company, and then checked out some of his movie clips. But his new commercials for VitaminWater are absolutely hilarious. This is just one, I encourage you to watch them all. You can thank me later.

Photo

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 10:04:18 -0500