being (m)

Who the hell?

So who I am? I’m a music publicist living in Toronto with a singular ability to create tomfoolery in the most innocuous situations. I asked my beloved and crazy talented writer friend Paige how I should describe myself and she sent me the following text in an email. It’s pretty damn apt.

Meghan Swinkels has spent a lot of time sitting on a stool at the back of the bar watching Rutger Hauer films while Toronto’s finest pour their hearts out onstage. She’s a friend and a burritoist. She keeps a ranked list of almond milk lattes within shuffling distance of her bed. Once, for thirteen months, she lived in Calgary, but she doesn’t regret it. For two years her keyboard was broken and she had to copy/paste the letter M every time she wanted to use it (so she stopped using it, which made signing emails awkward). She is a pony expert. Sometimes, she has all the feelings. But she will not steal your dog.

This photo was taken by my sister after I tangled with a tree stump and lost during what should have been a peaceful walk through the woods in March 2012. She eventually helped me after securing sufficient photographic evidence of my mishap.

I also sometimes look like this, but only with the help of trained professionals.

It took me FOREVER to figure out where exactly to stand as I took this picture so that the huge pile of dirty dishes on the counter behind me would not be visible.