August 2011
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“I’m just trying to beg the world: just, just, just give me a chance. Just, just give me a chance. Just let me take a breath. Just stop — just for a minute — I want to call my parents.”
If there was ever someone — anyone — who could ever articulate your thoughts on something, well, it would feel good. (Whatever that means.) You feel normal. You...
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“She can take the gut-level and she can articulate it…”
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Ciao, Summer.
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BIG SMALL - JASON HARVEY from Tim Kelly on Vimeo.
Just when I think people aren’t doing anything in Montreal, they are. This series on local artists / musicians / writers is for Pop Montreal, and I never thought I would be blogging about Pop Montreal, but surprise! I like the videos, but I like this one because it actually makes me laugh. I mean, even his homemade tattoos make me laugh....
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Last week, I went to a white wine disco party. I’m totally serious. White wine + energy drinks = no hangover. Oh and I can spell well drunk. Not important. Anyways, someone said that The Rapture covered “The Thong Song.” Well sort of. Then the guy played it. This is it.
It is white wine music.
It is.
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tomakepoesis:
Sometimes I construct characters for anonymous bloggers according to their posts.
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Read it this, and then read this.
As for number 2: I don’t really need to wear a bra — superfluous, really. And so much so that you couldn’t tell if I were / weren’t anyways.
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1999 Madonna was / is my fave Madonna.
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Caroline Mauxion
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“Students and colleagues fondly describe her as shy, but she wasn’t shy — she was thinking, and ignoring you.”
-Robert Chirstgau on Ellen Willis
When I heard about Frankie Barnet from Jack Allen, I knew I wanted to interview her. Jack, as he puts it, “runs his mouth about literature and publishing,” and he puts his money where his mouth is.
But when I went to meet Frankie, I made one mistake: I forgot to tell her what I looked like, and I forgot to ask her what she looked like. Perhaps it was because I had read Madeline...
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What do Spike Jonze, Lil Buck and Yo-Yo Ma have in...
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Now you've given me the evil eye / What?
August, the death of summer.
Omg, I’m kidding.
Omg, you don’t care.
Summer Camp. Think: first kiss (?), awkward dances, canoeing, falling into a lake, getting lost in the forest, or your camp counselor telling you that the rocks turn into trolls (true story).
Me: In my cover letter, I said I would probably get crushed under of pile of books one day. (And what does that say about me…)
Alex: Statistically speaking, that you’re literate.
Me: And that I’ll die alone.
Alex: When you’re with a book, you’re never alone. You have someone else’s soul. No?
(I’m behind on a lot of things, I know. My computer is...
aelxi-deactivated20120223 asked: then gilles at the bookstore told me he had built his own coffin out of books and had to donate them to avert physical entrapment so that his soul and spirit as light could be set free.
oh and i don't how to write on tumblr. they don't make it easy.
oh and i don't how to write on tumblr. they don't make it easy.
aelxi-deactivated20120223 asked: whooo arrrr youuuuu?
There was this garden party a couple of weeks ago in Guillaume’s garden. It was a literary event / reading. A bunch of us attended and/or read. The garden was packed — like, every seat was filled. It started to rain, so we moved inside. There were little fabric jellyfish hanging from the ceiling. Zoe K performed. That’s her singing in the vid. Whether you like what...
A friend just emailed me this with a subject line saying “Remember when?” And yeah, I do. This is me in full prefect uniform at sixteen. I was in Stratford getting my Shakespeare on because my high school believed in a strong Shakespeare and theatre education just as much as it actively believed in God. (We prayed three times a day. Even if we weren’t Catholic.) But it was a...
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“Usually I phone these people and I say, Um, I notice you said you were interested in this — and I want to make sure that this class will provide what you’re looking for. I might point them to one of the videos on YouTube of fifteen people screaming in a room. I usually don’t hear from these people again.”
— Misha Glouberman with Sheila Heti, “Keeping...
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When I was last in Toronto, I came by this poster in a vintage shop on Ossington. I liked all the mullets. I liked that a cat had a dunce cap. The subjects are awkward, stiff hillbilly types. Sold.
The artist is Adrienne Kammerer, and she’s an art-school dropout. She doesn’t just draw mullets, but she makes things like zines. (So visit her blog.) The perfect pairing with a vintage...
