September 2011
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Electric lighter.
Ever heard these jokes before?
1) How many performance artists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: I don’t know; I left after 3 hours.
2) How many spoken word artists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: I don’t know; I didn’t go.
People, for the most part, don’t like going to readings. Unless you’re David Sedaris, readings are poorly...
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“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more...”
– Sylvia Plath
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Sometimes, I do leave the house.
And sometimes socializing isn’t too painful. Well, it depends on the people you’re with.
Some of my Favourite Album Covers
When your friend is running late and you want to avoid the giant scene outside a craft fair, you pop into a record shop where the walls aren’t quite plastered yet. You jot down the names of your favourite covers. You come home, you look them up again and it’s just not the same thing online. The covers aren’t battered and peeling off. You can’t smell the years...
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Some photos from an article I didn’t want to submit.
But. Books. Duh.
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Watchfightthisgeneration:
A few things to note:
1. This is what I do when I procrastinate.
2. There are a few parts where I am holding an imaginary microphone, not giving the air fellatio, although I can see the resemblance of both actions.
3. Practice makes perfect.
Chandler Levack procrastinates better than you do.
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One of my favourite songs in high school? The girls had this VirginSuicidesvibe I liked?
“I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I...”
– David Lynch (via black-wolves)
WatchIan Frazier wrote about Theo Jansen in this week’s New Yorker. He’s a Dutch artist “who makes kinetic sculptures that walk on the beach.” Jansen calls them “Strandbeests.” Sometimes, ‘growing up,’ isn’t always about growing up. There’s hope, apparently.
Summer 2011 (Reprise?)
We put holes in walls. We sat in imported grass high up above the city. We told the police that this time — we swear! — we would keep it down. We were called street kids. We drank shitty wine. We bought each other bagels. We ate burgers next to cardboard-James-Dean. We dyed our hair different colours. We tied flowers to our bikes — even the...
