SWEDISH MEATBALLS!

Hey folks,

So, I finally had the honour of visiting Winnipeg's first Ikea store! It was, surprisingly, not as crazy as I had imagined it would be on a Saturday. In fact, it was quite pleasant.

I gingerly went from floor to floor, showroom to showroom, expecting to see a gaggle of people fighting over a blue and white decorative pillow. Alas! No one was. I roamed Ikea without all the hassle I was expecting.

I enjoyed the arrows on the floor. It's impossible to get lost, and if someone did I would totally throw some serious shade their way.

I have to say though, I almost blacked out and went on a shopping spree for my imaginary apartment that I want. Those showrooms are deadly and full of frivolous purchases for someone still living with their parents. No joke.

Although I didn't buy anything this time round, I did make my way to the Ikea Restaurant and Cafe and had the meatballs, which I haven't eaten since I lived in England. While I enjoy mine more well done, it  was a nice throwback to yesteryears. The brown sauce was as a delicious as I remember and, unlike my sister, I had mashed instead of french fries... because you don't have this meal with fries! It's mashed!

All in all, not too shabby for a Saturday morning. It beats laying in my bed for the majority of the day doing nothing. Here's to being productive. Cheers.

GIRLS!

I really wanted to start an unofficial countdown to the HBO series "Girls" today, but because it doesn't air till Jan 13 (six days after my birthday- so basically a present from HBO), it's a very awkward countdown.

Anyway, the trailer :

is totally amazing. The trailer is amazing for several reasons: Shoshanna and Ray! the return of Booth, and of course Hannah being delightfully amazing and awkward. 

Check it out! And when it's appropriate... we'll count down. Actually let's start now! 44 DAYS TILL GIRLS!

Cannes Lions

This is going to be a really short post, but it's a fun post. Therefore by the end, you will be happy you stumbled upon it anyway.

These were two of the commercials from the 2012 Cannes Lions International Festival. Such a good time. You should have been there :)

A Fly's Tragedy

      I’m propped up on my hind legs, slowly rubbing the ends of my front two legs together. My wings flap, excitedly, as I spot the window, which is opened ajar. I must have been buzzing around this room for hours, I think, seeing as the sky has now turned a heavy grey.

            I leaned my body forward, my wings preparing themselves, and then I zip right. Then left. Then forward. Then I spin in a circle. I zip down. Then up. Then down. Down. Down, until I land underneath the curve of the table.

            I quickly waddle over the edge and onto the flat surface. Almost immediately, my senses burn with such sweetness and such tartness that my eyes begin to water. My wings flap and I hover above the table, letting my nose guide me towards the scent. I drop down at the edge of the large pool of orange juice. I lift up on my hind legs and rub my front two legs together. My abdomen shudders.

            I dive headfirst into the liquid, burying myself. I close my eyes, the juice tasting lukewarm and rotten as it slides silkily down my gullet.

            Then my wings twitch.

            I open my eyes, annoyed, and look up. A red, crisscrossed rectangle is hovering above me. My eyes flash to the orange juice- then I zip forward. Then right. Then left. Then forward. Then I spin in a circle. I zip down. Then up. Then down. Then up. Up. Up, until I land on the refrigerator door. I cock my head to the right and then to the left. I do this a few more times.

            I see the human now. He has a large swatter in his hand. Behind him, I see the orange juice, and behind the orange juice I see the window. I want both.

            I lift off of the refrigerator door, and fly at a leisurely pace well above the human’s reach. All I know is that if I don’t acknowledge him, he won’t acknowledge me. However, I feel the human following me with his eyes, the swatter ready at his side. I tremble.

            I pass the orange juice, keeping my nose held high, but its nectar tantalizes me, and my mind becomes hazy. I loop around, suddenly, and down I go, spinning like a leaf to the ground.

            My wings extract, stopping my descent. I focus on the dark sky, knowing it’s where I must go. I zip to the right, and then to the left. Then forward. Then I spin in a circle. I zip down. Then up.

            I don’t know where I’m going. I’m zipping up and down, right and left, forward and backward… It’s like I’ve already been swatted. All of a sudden, I find myself on the tip of the human’s nose. My eyelids are drooped, and my smile dreamy. I lift up on hind legs, rubbing my front two legs together.

            Then the human jerks back. I shoot back and then up. I land upside-down on the ceiling. I’m facing the window now and watch the human open it even further. He rolls his eyes and walks away.

            Have I won?

            I fly forward, a cool, damp wind covering me. I zip forward into the abyss when I hear a loud, sharp crack. The world becomes an electrifying white, my wings stop, and the sky falls away from me. 

               THE END

Melted Cheese: it's for you to eat

Love, love, love

A friend told me in class, "I used to just put a piece of a cheese on a plate and put it in the microwave for ten seconds and eat it."

Another friend, on Facebook,  remarked that all she and her friend could see on the Salisbury menu was "cheese", which I corrected to "melted cheese."

That comment was liked and got me thinking about how much of a staple melted cheese is in someone's diet. There's melted cheese in grilled cheese, on cheeseburgers, pizza, nachos, French onion soup, and of course homemade macaroni & cheese.

Adding melted cheese to your meals is imperative as well. No one ever enjoyed FOS because of the bread and gratuitous amount of onions. They expect that thick layer of cheese melted on top, which some restaurants choose to be stingy on. I've had this happen, and the FOS was effectively ruined.

Of course, melted cheese isn't the healthiest aspect of one's diet, but you forget, because it's so damn good. It's like a cheese blackout and when you come to, it's like "what happened? Oh my, God."

And then you're like, "whatever, it was good."

Melted cheese is also an art.

Although, you can mess this up quite easily if you're not careful. Like not letting it melt enough, or melting it too much. This is serious. If you burn it, you have less cheese. You lose.

However, if you don't melt it enough, you just have a warm piece of cheese and that's gross. Ew.

Therefore you need to monitor that cheese like a child: checking on it every few seconds, examining its faculties to make sure nothing is wrong, and eventually removing it from the situation entirely.

Seriously.

Some excellent cheese suggestions, if you'd like to spicing up the experience, I would suggest a piece of bread, pesto, and melted white cheddar cheese. It's relatively healthy- if you use whole wheat.

Also, melted cheese sauce on broccoli. Replace pasta with broccoli and you have something a dietician might let you get away with. Us cheese lovers know where to cut corners when it counts. It's important to sustain our cheese-tastic lifestyles.

Melted cheese is the pinnacle of life. It makes a dish immeasurably better, especially if there's wine. It's going to be an amazing party.

"Jiminy cricket, he flew the coop!"

"Moonrise Kingdom" came out a while ago.

However, that doesn't stop it from being one of the best (if not the best) movie to come out in 2012.

For the first time, I watched the movie last night and I'm truly disappointed in myself that I didn't make the time to see it earlier.

"Our daughter's been abducted by one of these beige lunatics!"

Moonrise Kingdom is about a young boy and girl who run away and fall in love on the New England island of New Penzance. The parents of the girl, a Scout Master, and Police Captain all proceed to find the children (and in some cases forbid them from seeing one another again) during the film.

Edward Norton is great as the quirky Scout Master and Bruce Willis is sympathetic as the Police Captain who's having an affair with a married woman (who just happens to be the mother of the runaway girl). However, the two young actors who play the runaway couple: Sam and Suzy (Jared Gilman and Kara Haywardare, respectively)  are the real gems of Moonrise Kingdom. 

Gilman and Haywardare play their characters with a precociousness and naivety that reminds you of the simplicity of love. 

"We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?" - Suzy (AWW) 

Sam and Suzy, in a lot of ways, have a better and more mature understanding of what they want out of life, which is a treat to watch. The adults on the other hand, well, they're just learning.

Check it out:

5 Reasons to love Tina Fey

Tina Fey is pretty amazing.

Courtesy of Vanity Fair

The reason why I'm doing this post now is because of her comments made at the Center for Reproductive Rights Inaugural Gala. Here's the video:

The video is pretty amazing, but so is she. "5 Reasons to love Tina Fey" isn't the most accurate title for how much I adore this woman. It should be "A million reasons and counting to love Tina Fey". Unfortunately, though, I don't have that kind of time. So I'll limit it to the best (IMO).

The top five!

5. 30 Rock

Fey has many great catchphrases from this show: "I want to go to there" and "Hipster nonsense. I'm out." However, I also appreciate as Creator of the show, she sets herself up with a lot of attractive Hollywood men, like Jon Hamm, James Franco, and Jason Sudeikis. However, the show is also smartly written, and Liz Lemon is a multifaceted character that time and time again I find I have a lot in common with. 

4. Amy Poehler 

Their friendship reminds me so much of my own friendships with my girlfriends. I only wish I had the opportunity to work with them on fun projects that paid us millions of dollars. So this may be more of a jealousy consideration than love. Nonetheless, they're a refreshing sight to see. Can't wait for this year's Golden Globe Awards when they host the show together. So. Excited.

3. Mean Girls

BEST. MOVIE. EVER. I don't think I need to say more. 

2. SNL

The Sarah Palin impersonation. Flawless. I don't think I can do it justice in words. So here is a video.

1. She speaks up for women. 

She isn't alone in this category, but she manages to be one of the most eloquent speakers on women's rights. Her  comments at the Reproductive Rights encapsulated how ridiculous these comments made by male politicians are. Why are men making decisions on how we govern our bodies? They're ours. Their comments belittle us and as she succinctly puts it: "I'm gonna lose my mind."

Rape is rape. There is no legitimate rape. There is no rape that could be thought of as God's plan. It's a terrible, violent act and by pretending otherwise is an insult to rape victims.

Todd Akin and Richard Mourdock, stop talking about rape. Your words are a verbal slap to women everywhere and Tina Fey, thank you for publicly telling them that.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Last night I went to see The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I'm a little late, it came out two weeks ago, but that didn't stop me from eagerly watching and re-watching the trailer until I did (I had to wait for a friend to finish midterms). The wait was, of course, worth it. The movie's fantastic.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is based on the book by the same name. It's about a boy, whose friend committed suicide the year before they both were supposed to have started their freshman year of high school. Charlie, the protagonist, begins high school alone, but soon after meets Sam and Patrick. Sam and Patrick are outsiders, or wallflowers, and the three of them begin hanging out and showing Patrick what life has to offer.

Logan Lerman, who plays Charlie, really surprised me in the film. It's a difficult part: there's a lot of subtly and nuanced acting needed in order to express what the character is feeling. Lerman did that, and he did that fantastically.

Courtesy of Vanity Fair: Watson, Miller, Lerman

Emma Watson and Ezra Miller were just as fantastic too. Even though Watson's accent came through a few times, it wasn't annoying. One hardly noticed within the bigger picture (ignore the pun). However, it was Miller who really stole the show. I won't be the first one to say this, it has been noted by other reviewers that Miller played Patrick to perfection.

I don't want to give anything more away, because everything in this movie counts. I recommend seeing it. I really do.

If it isn't for the terrific casting, it's for the storyline and the nostalgia it brings for high school. I felt my chest tightening remembering how excited I was to end high school and begin university. Then there's The Rocky Horror Picture Show film participation scenes- they're amazing.  And if none of this excites you, go for the music. The Smiths are prominent in the film and it's absolutely amazing. I love, love, love The Smiths and you should too.

Nightmares, nightmares, nightmares

CreComm nightmares are common for many students' in this program. My nightmares are usually the result of an innate fear of auto-failing on assignments.

^ Need this 

These nightmares normally leave me with residual feelings of anxiety for the next few hours after I wake up, and then finally, finally, I've able to convince myself that it was, in fact, a dream.

Why I'm writing about this now, is because the one I had this past weekend took the proverbial cake in terms of horrifying pseudo reality. There was no level of Inception here- I was fully immersed in this one.

The premise of this dream had to do with a PR assignment: the Pitch Email. First of all, in my dream, I hadn't even started the assignment. Second of all, the assignment was due in less than an hour. As you can see, I was already screwed over.

The dream began with myself and Larissa, a fellow CreComm, walking up a grand staircase in Red River (makes sense) trying to find a computer lab, when I dropped my iPhone down four flights of stairs. It smashes at the bottom, of course.

However, I ignore it, which should have been my first clue it was a dream. A girl on the ground floor looks up at us, and I smile back as if my iPhone hadn't almost hit her on the head and given her a concussion.

Finally we make it to a computer lab. All the computers are taken (of course) except the one at the end, which obviously doesn't work for me. So I open my own laptop, which refuses to type out proper sentences. My pitch ends up looking like I had a two-year old type it out for me, and all the while, while this debauchery is playing out, the time is ticking away. There's only ten minutes left until class starts and I've neither finished my assignment nor woken up.

Larissa becomes exasperated with me, and I'm freaking out wondering whether I should handwrite it or not. Of course I never get around to doing it. That would have made too much sense, but what even made less sense, was thinking my PR teacher wouldn't notice me not handing it in. Hah. Hah. Hah.

Auto-fails never go unnoticed.

Eventually I woke up. However, not without feeling that I've somehow ended my CreComm career before the first semester has even ended. Even now, a few days later, I'm still reeling from this dream. You don't even want to know the nightmare I had before my Radio Style Analysis was due... Or possibly the nightmare I'm going to have in the nights leading up to the Personality Profile. It's never ending.

So the next time you see me, please wish me sweet dreams or, at least, give me some valium.

HP at the DP

I'm super excited, but I'm also about to divulge how much of a nerd I am, which leaves me anxious as well. I have a lot of silly quirks: my obsession with cats, my addiction to cupcakes... but this might take the proverbial cake...

All right... Here it goes... I'm hosting a Harry Potter themed dinner party- and it's going to be amazing. In actuality, however, this shouldn't come as much of a surprise to people. You already know how much I love fancy dress parties, and this is just an extension of that.

Yet, planning the logistics of this party took more research than I had originally anticipated. First of all, most Harry Potter related foods are candies, desserts, and chocolates. So basically you can't be dieting.

And while gorging on sweets is all well and fun, there should be some substance, and yes I came to this conclusion on my own.

Toad in the Hole

So during one of my Google searches I came across a recipe called the Toad in the Hole. Funnily enough, besides the popular pub in Osborne, I had no idea it had any real significance with British culture. God, how ignorant was I? Anyway, the Toad in the Hole is basically sausages in batter, which I can guarantee you is fattening beyond belief.

Therefore it must taste amazing.

The guests for the evening are bringing the rest of the food. We're having curry (which is really popular in the UK), and for dessert a treacle tart, which is apparently Harry's favourite dessert as well (something that I wasn't aware of).

 Now onto preparations! Accio decorations!

Obviously I don't live on a secret island inside a massive castle full of chambers and secrets. It's disappointing, I know. Unfortunately I live in the suburbs, with my parents who would prefer I don't redecorate our home to look like something from the 1600s.

Easy right?

Since it's dinner though, I think a mass of candles would work around the dining area. Do you think I will have any luck in finding floating candles?

No. Probably not.

Not to mention it's a fire hazard, but I'll probably attempt it anyway. It's the pyromanic in me.

However, I could also just get my cat to stick around as decoration for a bit. I'll pay him in tuna, don't worry.

It's going to be a good night though, regardless of floating candles or hanging sheets to resemble ghosts. We'll have wine and butterbeer, well actual beer because the recipe for butterbeer sounds vomit-inducing and that's what real alcohol is for!

However, I really feel it would add to the ambience if Rupert Grint made an appearance. NBD right?

Although, I'd settle for Snape too.  

Keeping It Classy

This Saturday is Nuit Blanche. And I'm determined to make it there. 

I haven't had a lot of luck in the past. Whether it's going to the WAG- or any other venue for that matter- my celebration has always been deterred. 

There were the unfortunate times when it was full by the time of my arrival, and even by sheer determination to wait it out. Just. In. Case. Not enough people left in order to let me in. 

Other times, I've just been sick. And this is not the kind of sick that you can cover up on Cold FX. No, it's the kind of sickness that keeps you bundled up on your couch mourning and reading your friend's texts and status updates detailing how much fun they're having at Nuit Blanche. A big side-eye to whenever that happens. 

This year, however, it will be different. I'm prepared. I'm popping vitamin C, making sure I have the night off (and morning), and resting, obviously.

Well... as much as I can being a student in Creative Communications. Sigh.

Yet, what I'm terribly excited about this year is the Mad Men inspired party happening at the Manitoba Museum. I'm all about fancy dress parties. In fact I live for these kind of parties. They don't happen enough in Winnipeg, and whenever I suggest themed parties to my friends, it is largely ignored. "Hells bells!"

Betty and Don Draper in Rome

Ahem.

Anyway, ideally for this, I want to emulate Betty Draper's hair and outfit from the episode "Souvenir". It's a pretty sweet up-do, and the dress is fabulous as well. Of course I have neither the money nor the expertise to craft this look, but I'm going to try pretty damn hard regardless.

Let's hope I have enough time.

Luckily for me, though, there's the internet- my saviour. Youtube is filled with tutorials on sixties hair and makeup, and what makes these videos so useful are the variety of ways in which you can learn. For me, if I can't do one hairdo, I can go onto the next. It's amateur hairdressing at its finest, and I like to keep it classy. Not too mention reading some of the comments can be a delight for the eyes. Trolling is an art form.

For this weekend I plan to drink an Old Fashioned, or maybe just a classic gin martini... possibly more, but that's to be expected, and I'm all about authenticity. Roger Sterling understands my dilemma:

Hope to see you there!

"Hair-swinging" and "Finger-wagging"

As I was the reading the weekend edition of the Winnipeg Free Press, I came across an article on Michelle Obama. I've always been a supporter of Mrs. Obama, from her crusade for healthier eating, to her ability to appear so approachable and friendly that I could imagine myself in the White House baking cupcakes with her. It's a dream.

Courtesy of People

I'm embarrassed to admit though, I didn't read the newspaper as religiously as I do now. Especially during President Obama's presidential candidacy. However, Helena Andrews article "Michelle Obama Superstar" enlightened me to how the media originally viewed Michelle Obama. Andrew wrote Obama was considered "too militant, too angry, too unpatriotic, too deprecating of her husband or too hard. Just too much."

Furthermore, Obama said the media seemed to want to pin her down "as some angry black woman." And yet, Obama has shown to be far from this stereotypical and insulting observation that was so quickly thrust upon her.

It seems that words like "angry", "militant", and "hard" are used often and carelessly to describe women like Obama in the media.

"People aren't used to strong women; we don't know how to talk about them"says Obama and I have to agree. Last year I wrote a paper on the identity of gender in the media. I based my paper on an article written by John Doyle from the Globe and Mail. His article focused on Sara MacIntyre, BC Premier Christy Clark's new director of communications.

Courtesy of the Vancouver Observer

There was an incident where MacIntyre refused to let the media talk to Clark. This is how Doyle described it:

"It’s tremendous television. MacIntyre, all gum-chewing, hair-swinging, finger-wagging, mall-rat malice and attitude, expressed her utter contempt for the reporters and TV crews with aplomb. She was so sharp it looked like she’d even cut herself if she happened to look at herself. The idea that a reporter might want to ask the Premier a question was, to her, so patently outlandish that one imagined her cackling with derision in her dark

lair after the event."

I'm not going to assume anything about MacIntyre, or even Doyle. The actual topic of the article doesn't bother me. In fact I agree with Doyle's account of the "CTV reporter in Vancouver [who] condemned the hostility to the press as undemocratic, a rebuke to voters who want to see politicians questioned." What I don't agree with is the language Doyle uses in his article to describe MacIntyre.

This isn't just a fanciful recreation of events. What Doyle is actually inferring here, is to make MacIntyre’s behaviour appear erratic, inadequate, and unacceptable for the circumstances. One has to wonder if Doyle’s description of MacIntyre would be the same if she had been a man instead. It's this idea that is perpetuated in which women cannot be strong or powerful- they have to be cold, calculating and villainous.

It's a social problem, but it's also an easy scapegoat when we don't want to recognize that a woman like MacIntyre can rival her male counterparts- or do her job, which may not be what the media or the public want, but what she was hired to do. 

This is apparent to Meryl Streep as well. Streep calls this a "special venom" reserved for powerful women. Streep says "[that] culture wants to cast them as cold. As if somehow they’ve lost their maternal bearings, their essential womanhood, to occupy this space. As if they’ve had to cut off their…whatever it is…to succeed" (W Magazine).

The Iron Lady

Streep, who has portrayed Margaret Thatcher, appears to understand the dichotomy regarding strong women. We can't be both powerful and retain our womanhood. Thatcher made sacrifices in her political career that are never fully realized or appreciated. While I don't agree with all of her political decisions, I have to respect that she stood by them. Isn't that what we expect in a political leader? Why then is a woman still being chastised when she pretends otherwise? 

Power is considered a mans forte, but rather ironically, having to give it up is his weakness. What MacIntyre had was the power to control the media, which in general is never well-received, but this was particularly venomous. Perhaps she could have handled it better, but again, what if Clark's  director of communications had been a man? Would this have generated the same kind of controversy?

While Michelle Obama has quickly turned her "militant ways" into a "mom-in-chief" can-do attitude. Not all women are afforded a "second" chance. 

However, this isn't to disregard her. Not at all. Michelle Obama is paving the way. Her DNC speech is something to watch:

Yet, whether it's "angry black woman", "bitch", or "cold" these words reflect back a detrimental picture of ourselves. While many groups of people will take words and make them their own, as women, should we do this as well? It isn't uncommon to hear a woman who takes the lead to be referred to as a bitch. Even I, regrettably, use the word sometimes. Do we have to re-appropriate this word to become our own? To have its connotations become positive? 

We deserve to be strong and powerful, and have it recognized as strength. Not as some coinage made famous in a song from the nineties. 

What do you think?

"Time spent with cats is never wasted"

Time spent with cats is never wasted - Sigmund Freud

I recently wrote a blog on how much I love cupcakes, and now I want to share with you how much I love cats. I honestly don't understand how anyone could not like cats. Unless your allergic, but then again I'm allergic... so... that's a wash. There's no excuse.

My oldest cat Puff died this summer. He was nineteen years old and outlived his life expectancy, according to the Vet. He was a trooper though, and had some serious attitude. He had this expectation that he should be carried around the house like an Egyptian Prince- I'm not lying, he would cry if you ignored him.

He was a great cat and it was heart-breaking to let him go.

Puff, Ashley, and I

Feel free to giggle at our matching outfits. Although I'm truly surprised my mom didn't make a matching one for Puff too.

Anyway, I always love prowling (pun!) the internet for interesting cat-related delights. Today I came across "Colourful Cats- The Art Of Painted Kitties" on the website So Bad So Good. 

As you can see, it's pretty cool. One would say puurrrfect (okay I will stop. It was reaching, I know). ANYWAY, Heather Busch and Burton Silver, who look to love cats as much as me, created these amazing pictures through photoshop. I recommend following the link: 

http://sobadsogood.com/2012/09/11/cats-of-colour-the-art-of-painted-kitties-by-burton-silver-and-heather-busch/ 

I know cat memes, pictures, tumblrs, blogs are a dime a dozen, but if you have anything to share with me I'd love to see/ read it! And if you have Instagram, check out nala_cat. It's one way to lose hours. Seriously.


Rebecca

Keep Calm and Eat Cupcakes

If you don't already know, I have a severe addiction to cupcakes. I use the word "severe" like I'm pretending that this is a bad thing. That delusion, however, needs to stop because if we want to be honest with one another: cupcakes are never a bad thing.

My love for cupcakes was realized with my discovery of Cake-ology in the Exchange District. I
remember my first trip through the large black doors on Arthur Street under the magnificent sign of a two-layered white cake. Once inside I was overwhelmed by the selection, not just of cupcakes, but of cakettes and then real cakes! As I racked my brain for an occasion to buy an actual cake, I instead showed a rare act of restraint and simply bought a carrot cake cupcake. It was for the best, really.

Photo courtesy of Cake-ology

Alas, this carrot cake cupcake was amazing. Despite having a bias towards all things carrot-y, I find that sometimes people can screw up the delicate taste such as putting walnuts or pecans in the cake. In the words of the Princess Bride's Vizzini that's "inconceivable!" but people continue to do it anyway.

Cake-ology then, did it perfectly. Not to mention as a consumer (literally), you are spoiled with cream cheese icing.

I recommend anyone looking to satisfy their sweet-tooth to go there. Here's the contact link: http://www.cake-ology.ca/contact/

Now, lets get down to serious business: Cupcake Wars. This is a show on TLC and it is about people baking cupcakes to win a $10,000 grand prize. How I wish I could be a judge on this show and be able to say: "This cake made my stomach angry."

An episode during the sixth season had the competitors compete to have their cupcakes showcased at a kick off party for the game app "Angry Birds Space". Again, why am I not a part of this?

Below is a clip of the first, second and third part of this episode. And what I love about this show is the little montage at the beginning with the amazing quips about how wonderfully snotty the judges are and how much these people secretly want to flip a table on their baking partner.

What I took from this episode is: sweet or savoury? That is the question m'dears and generally I prefer my cupcakes sweet and topped with gratuitous amounts of cream cheese icing. Yum.

Photo courtesy of Delicious Cooks

What is your preference then? Sound off below or let me in on the other amazing cupcakerys, which Winnipeg has to offer!

Bloggin' at ya soon,

Becky

Shamelessness and ManyFest

This past  year, I had the opportunity to work for the Downtown Winnipeg BIZ as their PR intern. Not only did I get to hang out with some pretty amazing people, but I also learned some very valuable skills.

During this summer I was given the task to coordinate an event that would interrupt the press conference for one of the biggest festivals this city has to offer. Of course, I'm referring to ManyFest. ManyFest is a collection of entertainment, arts, community, and healthy living that takes over Broadway on September 7th, 8th, and 9th.

The best part of the festival is the wine tasting, but that's just me.

Dancing in the street

Courtesy of Poster





 The press conference for ManyFest was on September 4th in front of the Fyxx on Broadway. If you weren't there, or didn't catch it on the news, here's a video-link to watch:

http://www.cbc.ca/manitoba/scene/other/2012/09/04/manyfest/

As you can see, the press conference gave a little taste of what's to come, and that little flashmob there- I coordinated it! And it makes me immesaurably proud and shameless to say so. Furthermore, the amazing Reanna Joseph from BOSS Studio chereographed the dance and I will shamelessly promote her as well. She's fantastic.

Although it was one of the most anxiety inducing assignments I've been given in a long time, it also was the most exhillerating, exciting, and fulfilling one as well.

For more information about ManyFest, please visit the website at http://www.manyfest.ca/.

I'm assuming I will see you this weekend, then?


Becky

Introduction

My name is Rebecca Henderson and I am a Creative Communications student at Red River College.

I want to have an idea of what to write for this blog, but I haven't gotten that far yet. I've just managed to make it super pretty... Sigh... Which is also not to say that I don't have ideas. My problem remains that every idea seems better than my last and by the time I begin to work one out in my head, I find I've come full circle, back, to my first idea. 

What I've come to learn about blogs though, through reading a million of them a day when I'm supposed to be working or doing chores, is that they need dedication but they also need brilliance. Therefore, I want this blog to be better than my first blog, which I abandoned very quickly. So, in the meantime, while I think of something terribly brilliant to write, I will share a picture from my desktop that I think everyone WILL enjoy: 

And while you're admiring this little eye delight, listen to this lovely cover of Bruce Springsteen's "I'm Going Down" by Vampire Weekend. It's very good.

And in the end, think of me and my great idea. 

Bloggin' at ya' soon!

Becky