Get to know a Static contributor: Greer Brabazon

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Static’s second issue, First Times in Toronto, is out October 20th. So to celebrate, over the month, you’ll get to know the contributors of the issue through some of their first times in Toronto.

Between finishing her sociology degree and working for a brain and spinal cord injury prevention foundation, Greer Brabazon yearns for a day with no obligations, no running to-do lists and too much free time. Although she enjoys trying to save the world, she wishes she spoke fluent French and lived every Wednesday in a black and white film. In the meantime, she will read books, love dinosaurs and the muppets, write about aboriginal identity and draw for Static Zine. Her mixtape boombox is featured in both issues and she’s illustrated both of Bhairavi’s articles so far.

First time I felt like Toronto was home was when I told my parents I wanted to go home after staying with them in the house I grew up for one and a half days.

First job was a research assistantship with the most spacey professor in my department who recently asked me if I had friends to spend my 23rd birthday with.

First house was a dream I had when I was 6.. but will not resemble the apartment I had on Baldwin Avenue with a crazy Russian landlady and her Russian mafia-goon-property manager.

First favourite neighborhood was Kensington Market.

First concert was Simon and Garfunkel’s reunion tour with my parents.

First bar/club I went to was the Green Room when I was sorely underage with two of older sister’s roommates.

First outdoor concert has yet to have happened! Unless you count a band playing in someone’s backyard while 40 people guiltily shoved their faces full of homemade doughnuts.

First record store was She Said Boom on College.

First in-store was The Drums at Soundscapes.

First favorite book was The Poisonwood Bible that I cried while reading on the TTC to and from school.

First library was actually near High Park when I was in day care and lived on Runnymede when I was 3 years old.

First celebrity sighting was the Canadian actor Nicholas Campbell who I recognized from my father’s Da Vinci’s Inquest phase.

First kiss was with my incredibly sexy Quebecois ex-boyfriend who thought he was too short to play basketball.

First heartbreak was responsible, mature, and involved sticking up for myself, but it was all the stuff that came right after and in the months following that was the worst.

First New Year’s was always in another city!

First Valentine’s Day was with the aforementioned Quebecois squirt who got mad at me for buying frozen berries for my breakfast smoothies.

First time I stayed up all night was for a course in a program at a university that I hated and involved eating apples every hour on the hour to keep myself awake.

First time I went to the islands was for a friend’s birthday party where I drank her wine, ate her watermelon candies, and voluntarily tossed a football for the 4th time in my life.

First trip out of Toronto was to visit my parents for my birthday about two and a half weeks after I had moved in.

First time I got lost was in Kensington Market with a friend.

If I had a last day in Toronto, I would cry and then convince myself that I would come back.

Issue 1 goes into final production mode

Melody 3

Berry 1

Greer 1

Aviva 1

jessica 1

Catherine 1

Last night was the final production night! Melody finished her second article, Berry laid down her page (and Greer added some artwork), Aviva seemingly destroyed her page (but didn’t), I put my touches on the cover and editorial page (while Aviva fell asleep) and Catherine ogled over her layout by Juliana. It was successful and there were plenty of high-fives. AND NOW WE ARE DONE. And taking it to the printers today. GET PSYCHED, guys.

We’ll be unveiling cool details all week… :)