Archive for January 24th, 2006

Fly me to the moon

or anywhere else in Canada. See the plane above? That could be my plane taking me ANYWHERE IN CANADA TODAY FOR *FREE* since I share the same last name as a party leader who ran in the election. As I was being led around like a stray inmate at the voting poll yesterday, when I was finally led to the right voting station the woman who assisted me in getting my vote on told me a shocking story…

“Hey, your last name is Martin! Did you know that Westjet is giving away a free flight to anyone who shares the same last name as a party leader in celebration of the election?!”



Naturally I rushed home as if 1000 killer bees were chasing me to research this delicious good news.


I had to have booked my flight by THURSDAY OF LAST WEEK.


Another stipulation was that I absolutely had to fly today only. In all reality that would have been fine because I only have 2 classes today, and who the tits would pass up a FREE FLIGHT ANYWHERE IN CANADA?!

I shed a single tear because I could be in chilly Montreal today, or perhaps St. Johns, Newfoundland. Hell, I would even fly to Flin Flon Manitoba for free (though it’s been suggested that Flin Flon is stiny due to freezing sewage pipes in the winter that burst)!

So sadly I won’t be flying anywhere this month because Westjet was sneaky enough not to advertise this offer.

Ah well, I get to fly next month, so I’m not going to get all hot and bothered!

The Inbetween Place

So I imagine that you’re going to read this blog, and you may think I am off-kilter by the end, but I say these dolls are genius! I’ve seen the Little Apple Dolls for a few years in these bizarre boxes on the shelves of Spencer’s Gifts. Somehow they’ve always caught my eye, and I always check to see if the store has any, but I’ve never bought one. I would always seem to forget the name of the dolls when I got home, so alas, I could never look up the name of them. All I knew is that they had porcealin white skin (which, for the record, I hate porcealin dolls normally), hollow asian holes where there should be eyes, and no mouth. Creepy, no? Well my friends, I have a lust for stuff like this. I don’t really know why, but I have been interested in bizarre things like this since I was little (I absolutely LOVED Beetlejuice, I wanted to be Lydia). I’ve managed to collect a lovely 18″ Edward Scissorhands figure and some of the Final Fantasy Characters (Lulu!), the alice figure from the video game American McGee’s Alice, characters from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a few from The Corpse Bride. I have a thirsty interest in the stranger side of life. (Don’t fret, Spongebob Squarepants sits with my books along with Beaker from The Muppets.) Now that you all know what a huge nerd I am (bookworm AND action figures?!), let’s talk about how sweet these dolls are.

I finally managed to remember the name, “Little Apple Dolls” after a visit to Spencer’s Gifts with my boyfriend. Somehow today I managed to recall this information, and with nothing else to do today I spent the afternoon researching how these odd dolls came to be.
Apparently this female artist, Ufuoma Urie created photograph projects using dolls that explored myths to do with creation and destruction.The symbol of the wounded, “pin-cushion” apple as an inanimate object who is capable of showing emotion as hero/saviour/sacrifice began to feature prominently in narratives the artist had written. As a symbol in myth, fairytale and religious texts, the apple has represented temptation: an alluring yet tainted object not appearing as it seems: that which is desired which ultimately unsettles those who come into contact with it.

The apple developed a persona in its own right, acting as protector of souls and guardian to the children or rather the hand-crafted child sized dolls. The dolls are a visual combination of foetus/toddler and skeleton. Their faces are not fully formed. They are without key facial features which may render them monstrous yet they are creatures of beauty. They look the way they do because they inhabit the place in between life and death. They are meant to represent a border: they are not dead but they certainly are not alive. One would imagine that each doll character has had a similar experience to the Little Girl in the main story and has ended up in between places.

I got to reading this intense story of a lonely girl who ends up dying of a mysterious sickness and lives in a place between life and death, the “inbetween place.” Fascinating! There is a story for each little girl. Most involve myth and magic, and all involve death…being stuck between life and death. I read each carefully crafted story and I was hooked! There are stories about everything from a little girl eating a demon from the inside of his stomach after he consumes her to a lonely girl forced to kill herself to save her own soul. What imagination! There is one particularly intense story of twin girls who represent creation and destruction, who end up killing each other in an attempt to regain balance in the world. There’s lots of Greek and Japanese mythology to these tales.
I love when I find really creative things!

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