May 2011
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If ever I encounter writer’s block, I watch dance videos. This is why I put together dance posts every so often. (Only once.) Here are my choices for “Hips that Rock you off that Block.”
1)This dude is uber-irritating, but then again he taught me how to Rogger Rabbit. No, he really did, but through this video. I could never deal with him in real life. Irrelevant information....
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The Shapes of Stories
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Rare are the moments when problems are solved as quickly as they surface. And by “problem” I mean a typical first-world problem: wah, I can’t find a magazine that I want in the current city I am living in. Boo. So I bitched on the internet. So I wrote a letter to an overpriced, inanimate object. So what? Did I think anything would come of it? No. Bloggers or writers partake in...
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I'm Writing Imaginary Letters and Sealing Them...
Dear Apartamento,
I thought we had something. What happened to your Canadian distributor? I can’t find you in Montreal anymore. Pourque? I went to FOUR stores today looking for you. (I know, I need a life. But that’s a different letter. Probably intervention-styles, and from my parents. Anyways.) I can only take so much rejection and so many “WHAT?” faces from...
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“I only care about waterskiing.” Preach, Diana Vreeland, PREACH.
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I visited Toronto last week (and a bit of this week, too). It was nice skipping out on events in Montreal I didn’t really care to attend in the first place. You know: same shows, same places, same people. Blah blah. It wasn’t long enough for me to miss anyone or anything, but it was just enough time for me to catch up on sleep; forget about the internet and other people’s lives;...
“I asked poet Gillian Sze what would be the perfect revenge. She replied,...”
– from Sean Dixon’s The Perfect Revenge, Part 2 in The National Post (via gilliansees)
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“I knew the one palm reader in Chinatown who could actually tell me my future....”
– Sloane Crosley. How Did You Get This Number. (Last time. I swear.)
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A Dinner in Toronto
“I am so, so sorry I’m late! My streetcar just got into an accident with a taxi. I had to walk.”
“Welcome to Toronto.”
I’m out of town as of this morning! I’ll be back on Monday. No computer, but I will be tweeting!
Confession
sylviawrath:
Sometimes I feel sad knowing that I will never love anything in life as much as Drew Barrymore loves mascara in those Covergirl commercials.
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My friend Claire took this. (She doesn’t have a website.) Baby’s first bubble machine. Magic. (To clarify — just in case — not my baby. I don’t have a baby. I can be a big baby though…)
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A Different Guillaume.
“In general — and not just in Montreal — I feel like music is over-promoted, which makes literature under-promoted. Some random band that has like, one EP on bandcamp with songs about flying coasters or some other thing, will get more free blog/zine/newspaper coverage than published writers, who will get maybe a quick review thing in The Mirror and a book launch in front of...
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Guillaume Bresson.
All: oil on canvas. All movement choreographed. Almost.
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She sews poems onto clothes in thrift shops. Instant. Girl. Crush. Courtesy of reverend-green, aka Glenda.
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This is the closest I can get to Stella’s citrus-fruit prints, although I’m pretty my some of those fruits are just discolored tomatoes. But a tomato is a fruit, right?
But what I really want is a shirt with some pineapples on it. Really, I do.
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“The photo collage is a way to travel that must be used with skill and precision if we are to arrive […] The collage as a flexible hieroglyph language of juxtaposition: A collage makes a statement.” - WSB (1962)
I’m late on this. (Am I late on this?) I just recently came across Inge Jacobsen’s hand-stitched covers of Vogue.
She also embroiders Valentino and...
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I’m in a café far, far away from the hip* East End of Montreal, and I don’t really care: a nice little breeze here, a garden outside for the customers/coffee drinkers, a barista who sings to you as he pours the coffee into the steamed milk. Oh, and a graphic designer or two sketching in each corner.
I give you the best cover, nay magazine/zine, I have seen from Canada this month:...
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McQueen.
MUGLER.
(Just “saying.”)
So this makes Gaga —> Isabella Blow, right? Yeah right. (Keep dreaming, Gaga.)
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I am updating this blog (properly) soon! I promise. Until then, I have a column here, in which I discuss writing in Montreal (aiming for Canada, but for now, Montreal (alas, no traveling budget)). The idea stemmed from a discussion during a recent job interview. And well, after the election results (and subsequent cuts to arts funding in Canada), why not discuss this further? Send in your...
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”Have you ever seen lesbian sex, Trevor? Life-sized, unpixelated lesbian sex?”
“Why? Have you?”
“Because,” you reason with him as he chews his cud, “I would imagine it’s not all strippers with whorish tan lines in a pool somewhere.”
“I get it.” He sits back in his chair.
“What is it...
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No words.
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DO IT.
I know that this went down last night, but
this is going on too, today, one day only. SO VOTE!
Check here before you leave your house and MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE FOLLOWING IDs:
and for students:
This is from the website, but there’s more info you need to check out and double-check.
I can’t tell you who to vote for; that’s up to you to decide. But yes, you’ll...
