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dj kali @ burning monday 2009.12.21

ah yes, the solstice. the longest night of the year... and, apropos to that, this was an extra long dj kali set. thanks to all who showed up for the last kali appearance of 2009.

part one- the "first" hour

i said i'd do it and i did. actually, could have gone on for a while like this, playing only lead off tracks from albums. would have helped if i hadn't forgotten a couple of important cds at home but hey, i never claimed to be perfect.

the ramones :: blitzkrieg bop
the minutemen :: bob dylan wrote propaganda songs
the damned :: neat neat neat
devo :: uncontrollable urge
gary numan :: me! i disconnect from you
blank dogs :: no compass
my bloody valentine :: only shallow
ride :: seagull
the cure :: one hundred years
cocteau twins :: blood bitch
killing joke :: requiem
nick cave :: do you love me?
sleep chamber :: el topo
coil :: the anal staircase
current 93 :: dogun
wire :: i should have known better
human league :: almost medieval

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part two- the usual

and then things settled back …

q: are we not still devo?

devo are a bit of a strange bird. the huge majority of people remember them as the men in flower pots energy domes, responsible for "whip it" back in 1980 and subsequently held up as iconic geeks in popculture.

on the other hand, the band has had a loyal fan base that borders on a cult, owing in large part to the fact that their infectious music serves as a delivery system for some pretty smart and complicated ideas, well ahead of their time.

personally, i always counted myself as somewhere between the two groups, but I live with someone who is proud to be among the latter, so when we found out that the band was including toronto in the itinerary of their tour, featuring back-to-back shows of the band's first and third albums performed in their entirety, it seemed only right to make the pilgrimage. (note for the geographically challenged: toronto is still damn far from montreal, so it is a pilgrimage and not a whim.)

the shows fall on a monday and tuesday, which normally ar…

back to live

if you live in montreal, or virtually anywhere in canada, being a music fan is like following the fashion world- your life is divided into two separate seasons, spring and fall, when interesting shows come to town and you are compelled to venture out of doors and see what is to be seen.

there are always shows, of course, but i tend to find that, in these parts, winter shows are rarely exciting enough to tempt me into the arctic temperatures and while BIG shows are common enough in the summer, those of us whose tastes are off the mainstream are left twiddling our collective thumbs.

there are always "the latest" acts to check out in the live circuit, but one of the things that interests me is going to see acts who have reformed, those who don't tour as often, those i either haven't seen in a while or who i missed because i was living in an area of the world that didn't see a lot of tours back in the day. (i hesitate to acknowledge that this is not only because i…

dream jobs

courtesy of the always brilliant cyanide and happiness...

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.11.16

this was, on the whole, much more enjoyable than my last set. a few "standards" plus i got to play some things i'd been meaning to get to for a while. and personally, i think the martin rouge- kali- uriel line up works pretty darn well.

these immortal souls :: marry me (lie! lie!)
danielle dax :: bed caves
oto :: blue arrow
killing joke :: follow the leaders
chrome :: in a dream
p.i.l. :: memories
specimen :: dead man's autochop
swans :: laugh
blank dogs :: no compass
xeno and oaklander :: blue flower
martial canterel :: arctic invention
gelatinous citizen :: big sounds for happy cows
hula :: cold stare
sleep chamber :: dominatrix
clock dva :: the hacker
haus arafna :: satanas and friends
suicide :: cheree
novy svet :: todo por ti
human league :: the path of least resistance
john foxx :: underpass
wall of voodoo :: back in flesh [r]
perverse teens :: la baboute
holger hiller :: jonny
synapscape :: spill
komm intern :: ufo
von magnet :: 12x compass
spk :: metal field
severed heads :: we have co…

... with a vengeance

it's all well and good to hope that the universe has some sort of balance and that karma, or some variant of it, will ultimately bring nature's most flagitious examples of questionable humanity to the miserable end they so richly deserve. but in every person's life, there are those cases where it seems almost necessary to give the karmic engine a bit of a jump start.

invariably, these cases are not monsters on a global scale, but those who have somehow offended us personally. perhaps it is that personal element that makes us (well, since i'm the one talking, that makes me) so determined to unite such people with their miserable destinies before the universe can complete the job. i'm also humble enough to think that it's because there is obviously such a great karmic clean-up backlog that it's unlikely any sort of grand power is going to be getting around to putting a boil on the backside of the guy who honked his horn for ten straight minutes because there …

girders

Test of mettle
supple over heat
Given form under a determined hand
Unyielding pressure
properly placed,
each point chosen
Subject
Born of a belly of fire
(Fold backwards as needed)
Bent out of shape
and stays there
Twisted
Tempered
Even tempered
Strength safe in cooling
Blunt object
earthbound-heavy
sunk and settled in place
Steel trap teeth snap shut
to a grin
gleaming all unfortunate truth
Bent to a will
and hardened against it

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.10.05

well, what can i say? the weather was crappy. i was in a foul mood for reasons that don't need to be aired in public. i discovered mid-way through the set that i could actually dj off my phone. a gang of people showed up requested punk music and bought me a pitcher of cider which is, apparently, what my integrity sells for, probably have never been happier to see the end of a dj set... not sure what it all adds up to, but here's what it sounded like.

leather nun :: slow death
cabaret voltaire :: red mask
the pop group :: justice
implog :: she creatures
cultural amnesia :: dialogue of skull and soul
coil :: restless day
crash course in science :: cardboard lamb
bene gesserit :: tonight
portion control :: chew you to bits
led er est :: woman in a cafe communication
amor fati :: listen, little man
ait! :: i wanna be your mann
oto :: blue arrow
the birthday party :: release the bats
the damned :: neat neat neat
dead kennedys :: moon over marin
magazine :: shot by both sides
chrome :: in a dream
vir…

bottom feeder

this is the text of the poem i wrote that appears on the sleeve of the subliminal 7" "look at the creation"... now sold out but not unavailable.

yes, it was written about someone in particular. no, he will never see it and chances are, he wouldn't get it if he did.



Bottom feeder.
Do you know what you are?
Do you know?
I’d love to tell you,
Love to show you to yourself
Black whole hollow is yourself
I’d love to be your mirror,
Wicked ruler, the usurper
King of all the filth that you survey,
Unworthy of reflection.
That cheap coat of paint
That rat-skin cloak you hide in
These things do not disguise
The sick scent that clings about you
Dose of failure and envy
What do you say, salamander?
That endless expulsion of air
Whittling word-shapes with your skin-flaps
Spit bile at beauty
Burn it away for others.
Can you say
Your time has passed?
Can you say
You have no rightful place here?
Say
It is long past the hour
To let him that moved you hither
Remove you hence.

the googles, they do nothing

one of the things you like to think when you've been busy is that the fruits of your labour can be recognised by others. however, what i've determined after a short research effort today is that the ability to "get your name out there" is entirely dependent on how (un)common your name is.

a quick internet search on my name yields results for a celtic harpist, a wedding photographer, an author from the province right next to mine (seriously, if you search on amazon, i'm not even the first kate macdonald who pops up), a "home economist and food stylist" and a bunch of graduates from my alma mater (well, one of them) whose chief unifying feature is that they're not me.

the internet has a way of making you realise how far from unique you really are. apparently, if i want to become the most renown kate macdonald, even the most renowned author named kate macdonald, i have my work cut out for me. on the other hand, if i ever want to tell people i'm act…

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.07.20

since life is getting a little hectic for me at the moment, i'll be taking a hiatus from dj'ing. here's the playlist from my last hurrah (for the moment). many thanks to everyone who came out. this was pretty fun to do.

hilt :: birdwatcher
scorn :: automata
young gods :: si tu gardes
numb :: revenant
bardoseneticcube :: unititled
death in june :: to drown a rose [r]
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
generentola :: la gata
holger hiller :: jonny
p.i.l. :: careering [r]
devo :: freedom of choice
1000 homo djs :: apathy
the birthday party :: release the bats
eyeless in gaza :: voice from the tracks
human league :: the path of least resistance
xeno and oaklander :: blue flowers
martial canterel :: arctic invention
herz juhning :: i deserve
byetone :: plastic star
die form :: analogic
gary numan :: down in the park
coil :: ostia [r]
sol invictus :: looking for europe
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian knights
the cure :: strange day
joy division :: dead souls
iggy pop :: the passenger
velvet underground :: …

dj kali @ unsound 2009.07.11

this turned out to be kind of a kali marathon (not used to doing more than a couple of hours in one go), but a lot of fun...

ramleh :: say fuck
god :: on all fours
ice :: skyscraper
implog :: holland tunnel drive
suicide :: ghost rider
dive :: infected
subliminal :: so young with me
spk :: despair
steelhook prostheses :: metacaral removal procedure
cazzo dio :: il tempo della locusta
irm :: inside the skull of a mannequin

*

novy scet :: un souvenir di kashmir
muslimgauze :: mint tea with gadaffi
coil :: where are you? [r]
ait! :: donna

*

maska genetik :: haut
unidad sasao :: aba kak odin

*

sutcliffe jugend :: dirty
haus arafna :: paranoia
whitehouse :: killing hurt give you the solution

*

swans :: time is money bastard
foetus :: ramrod
test department :: compulsion
chrome :: future ghosts
wire :: mannequin
killing joke :: follow the leaders [r]
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
devo :: mongoloid
perverse teens :: la baboute
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
sleep museum :: porcelain
severed heads :: spitoon thud
amor fati :: li…

microclimatisation

for years, i've been fascinated by the small. perhaps it's because of my diminutive stature, but i'm convinced that there is as much to be learned from observing tiny, anomalous phenomena as from the great trends of history. after all, everything large is composed of a multitude of smaller parts and, if you really want to understand how the superstructure works, it helps to know something of all its underlying components.

recently, i've even come to notice this about the weather. living in montreal, an island set in a narrow river, with three large hills (we call them mountains) in the centre, real mountains to the north and a large plain to the south, i've become aware that the city is not so much a cohesive meteorological whole as one might be given to think. the neighbourhood of notre-dame-de-grace, located to the west of the hills that we call mountains, is consistently cooler and rainier than areas on the eastern side. by comparison, neighbourhoods in the east…

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.06.15

ok, i realise that in some instances, i'm engaging in a sort of hit-making that would normally make me uncomfortable, but there really are tracks that deserve to be "club anthems- far more than a lot of tracks that actually are...

annie anxiety :: third gear
bene gesserit :: you can dance it, if you want
danielle dax :: kernow
severed heads :: bladders of a thousand bedouin
implog :: she creatures
synapscape :: tale
mimetic collective :: mimetic sonar
byetone :: plastic star
the klinik :: black leather
front 242 :: rerun time
clock dva :: the act
hula :: cold stare
killing joke :: exit
the gun club :: sex beat
the damned :: new rose
six finger satellite :: baby's got the rabies [r]
fad gadget :: ricky's hand
gary numan :: praying to the aliens
pailhead :: don't stand in line
devo :: freedom of choice
siouxsie & the banshees :: arabian nights
the cure :: strange days
o paradis :: desnuda
novy svet :: marlene
joy division :: transmission
tuxedomoon :: no tears
spk :: metal field
martial ca…

what's this now?

jsut wanted to call your attention to a new blog i've started to coincide with a new project. the blog is located at http://conversionfilm.blogspot.com/ and will track the development of a new feature film (from a script i wrote) that i'll be working on over the next few months.

this marks my first time being involved with film and the aim for the accompanying blog is to track both the development of the project and to record the steps that we go through in trying to realise a completely independent production.

so wish me luck and here goes... something.

scorn tissue

i've always been aware that i have a tendency to frown a lot. my brow furrows when i concentrate. my expression when i talk to other people often involves an expression of curiosity or skepticism. and, yes, that means that i developed lines around my eyebrows at a young age.

what i'm realising now is that i may have moved beyond the point where "wrinkle" describes what's on my forehead. looking at the line- properly a "glabellar line", it looks a lot more like a scar than a line in the skin. it's a deep ridge that's obviously been there for a long time. if i stretch out the skin, the way it would be stretched if i had plastic surgery, the line is still clearly visible (although this procedure would give me these nice, almond-shaped eyes).

there are a number of options open to someone in my position. aside from the aforementioned plastic surgery, i can also choose to have my face pumped full of botox, or i could have a process called subcission, …

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.05.11

jill kroesen :: i am not seeing that you are here
implog :: holland tunnel dive
blockhaus babaies :: beat me
alien sex fiend :: r.i.p.
siouxsie and the banshees :: spellbound
o.t.o. :: blue arrow
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
tuxedomoon :: no tears
perverse teens :: la divine
opus finis :: havoc heap
coil :: who'll tell?
kr :: 40
clock dva :: axiomatic and heuristic
geomatic :: turn the coil
dive :: treasure
maska genetik :: the ocean
d.a.f. :: sato sato
blok 57 :: warm leatherette
synapscape :: hormona
controlled bleeding :: the fodder song
revolting cocks :: attack ships on fire [r]
din :: stab [scissor mix]
screamin' jay hawkins :: i put a spell on you
joy division :: walked in line
killing joke :: psssyche
liars :: there's always room on the broom
gang of four :: return the gift
hula :: big heat
click click :: black curtains
november novelet :: glass
depeche mode :: ice machine
death in june :: flieger
sol invictus :: looking for europe
novy svet :: en possession de te

sprung

they say that the change in season creeps up on you, but i think that it occasionally leaps up and whacks you on the head. i don't know if this happens to anyone else, but i was out on friday night, checking out the weekly descent into comedic dada that is the too much comedy show. when i went in, there were buds on the trees, waiting, i thought, to bloom into that pale lime shade known everywhere as "spring green" over the course of the next few warm, moist days.

except that, a few hours later, by the time i came out of said comedy show *poof* spring had arrived. all those little brown buds had opened and, within a couple of hours, while i was inside, the world had shifted. at once strangely beautiful and startling...

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.05.04

the pop group :: she is beyond good and evil
hula :: ghost rattle
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
danielle dax :: bed caves
james plotkin :: hung on a line
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
the birthday party :: release the bats
the cramps :: primitive
unidad sasao :: antenna
sukia :: feelin' free
ronin :: cri du chat
position parallèle :: hotel du nord
gary numan :: me! i disconnect from you
chrome :: anorexic sacrifice
john foxx :: underpass
devo :: gates of steel
big black :: kerosene
dead kennedys :: halloween
joy division :: warsaw
minimal compact :: next one is real
pailhead :: don't stand in line
foetus :: butterfly potion
implog :: she creatures
herz juhning :: rituals
november novelet :: street of lost hearts
spk :: metal field
der künftige musikant :: es ist kalt
the klinik :: obsession
front 242 :: aggressiva
ministry :: we believe [r]
clock dva :: the act
novy svet :: en possession de te

INTERFERENCE.

out now! "interference" a collection of my short stories, available from lulu.com.

these seven stories were composed over a lengthy time span and i've selected them to form this anthology because of their thematic links. each of the stories deals with thoughts of anxiety, particularly the fear that surrounds our control over our own lives.

this is my first solo published work and i hope that it brings something to all who read it.

purchase here

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.04.20

diatribe :: ha! fucking ha!
numb :: eugene
skinny puppy :: dig it
moata omen :: ash nazg
haus arafna :: paranoia
staccato du mal :: departures
karl runau :: hope for your understanding
sleep museum :: porcelain
clock dva :: bitstream
die gesunden :: die gesunden kommen
perverse teens :: la baboute
nina belief :: android emotions
amor fati :: listen, little man
ait! :: donna
virgin prunes :: bau dachong
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
killing joke :: unspeakable
pailhead :: don't stand in line
x-ray specs :: the day the world turned day glo
devo :: gates of steel
the cure :: one hundred years
wire :: should have known better
d.a.f. :: der mussolini
severed heads :: spittoon thud
current 93 :: dogun
coil :: the anal staircase
annie anxiety :: turkey girl
chris & cosey :: lost
fad gadget :: ad nauseum
novy svet :: en possession de te

bell's hell

oh, i thought this was done already. i thought the blogs about bell canada were at an end. after all, since i'm no longer a customer, it stands to reason that there is nothing further that they could do to hurt/ annoy/ gouge me. ah, so much for reason.

the day before yesterday, i received a bill in the mail. this was not my "final bill", for services rendered, which has already been paid. this is a bill charging me for a disconnection fee ($25, which i think is asinine, but which i can probably come to terms with) and a fee for the early termination of my contract ($75).

that second charge had me scratching my head. early termination of contract? i certainly never signed a contract with bell and, even if i had, i would have looked at it carefully enough to determined that it included no provision that they leave my previous number active without telling me and then try to blame me (and charge me) for their mistake.

so, once again, since i obviously have far too much time…

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.04.06

clair obcsur :: pilgrim's progress
maska genetik :: haut
scorn :: silver rain fell
coil :: princess margaret's man in the d'jamalfna
unidad sasao :: aba kak odin
opus finis :: malacoda
die form :: in a tea room
nocturnal emissions :: don't believe it's over
martial canterel :: foreign birthplace
the klinik :: moving hands
skinny puppy :: assimilate
the human league :: empire state human
devo :: freedom of choice
siouxsie & the banshees :: nicotine stain
holger hiller :: jonny
chrome :: in a dream
joy division :: dead souls
killing joke :: war dance
cocteau twins :: blood bitch
cranes :: starblood
death in june :: holy water
the cure :: a hundred years
splintered :: nail fetish
dive :: dead or alive
young gods :: si tu gardes
laibach :: die liebe
subliminal :: so young with me
swans :: time is money, bastard
klangstabil :: anti-communication
novy svet :: en possession de te

dj kali @ burning monday- catch up

here's the play lists from the last two weeks at burning monday. i'm off until april 6th, as the club has other monday night commitments, so i'll have plenty of time to plan what to do for the first set of spring!

2009.03.09

muslimgauze :: hamas cinema gaza strip
geomatic :: the bliss
klangstabil :: anti-communication
moebius plank neumeier :: speed display
ait! :: i wanna be your mann
smersh :: she is nervous
geins't nait :: trailles
amor fati :: listen, little man
jouissance :: the primrose path
the danse society :: continent
sleep chamber :: dominatrix
killing joke :: unspeakable
pere ubu :: final solution
cocteau twins :: wax and wane
the pop group :: she is beyond good and evil
devo :: uncontrollable urge
chrome :: anorexic sacrifice
magazine :: shot by both sides
joy division :: digital
dead kennedys :: moon over marin
the cure :: pray for today
sisters of mercy :: floorshow
gary newman :: the machman
skinny puppy :: falling
severed heads :: spastic crunch
depeche mode :: ice machine
cabare…

critiquing the critic

i'm not one who normally likes to take on people i see as my intellectual superior, but this article from the guardian by lauded and occasionally infamous author salman rushdie is shocking ill-informed for such a cerebral bright light. it's too bad, because i think that the subject of the article, the process of adaptation, is one that warrants a lot better than the glossing-over it gets here.

my first set of problems with rushdie's argument stems from his points on the much-celebrated, much-hyped, oscar night darling "slumdog millionaire". i haven't seen the film, so my disagreements with rushdie don't have anything to do with a divergence of opinion on its quality.

to start with, rushdie begins his criticism of the film by attacking the plot: "Swarup's novel is a corny potboiler, with a plot that defies belief: a boy from the slums somehow manages to get on to the hit Indian version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and answers all his questions…

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.03.02

misfits :: hatebreeders
siouxsie & the banshees :: hong kong garden
killing joke :: psssyche
god :: on all fours
big black :: kerosene
scorn :: light trap
chrome :: heart beat
current 93 :: the red face of god
spasm :: firepool part i
maska genetik :: haut
butthole surfers :: cherub
hula :: at the heart
xeno & oaklander :: blue flower
tuxedomoon :: no tears
siouxsie & the banshees :: happy house
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
sleep museum :: who we are
staccato du mal :: departures
din :: blutung
clock dva :: bitstream
haus arafna :: satanas and friends
synapscape :: spill
annie anxiety :: turkey girl
severed heads :: the bladders of a thousand bedouin
mulimgauze :: priyanha tumdesh chalao
wall of voodoo :: factory
novy svet :: en passession de te

mourning after

it's been nine months since i lost morgan, my little feline companion of almost nineteen years. i still think about him pretty much every day. thinking about him still makes me cry sometimes, such as this past weekend, when i was playing with a kitten whose behaviour reminded me uncannily of him.

however, my remaining felines have served notice that the official mourning period is at an end, that a crucial bridge has been crossed.

within the last couple of weeks, both of my cats have started climbing into what was once morgan's chair and napping. for almost nine months, neither of them would touch it. arthur, my elder cat, slept under it, but neither of them would raise a paw to its surface. now that's changed. i'm not sure why, but the invisible barrier has been pierced and now there is frequently a cat- it alternates which one- in the chair.

it both warms and pierces my heart seeing them in there, but i think i get the message. they'll always be climbing into HIS…

goodbye and good riddance...

well, after a slight delay, i am officially severing my ties with bell canada. yesterday, i arranged to have my telephone services transferred to another provider- something that even a few years ago would not have been an option.

strangely, i remember that years ago, bell canada's customer service was not that bad. it seems that, perversely, they've gotten worse since the market has opened up. then again, maybe it's not so perverse. after all, the opening of the market to competition means that everyone is vying for the greatest number of dollars. so in order to get the largest infusion of money, companies like bell are going to give priority to their largest customers, the people who have the biggest effect on their balance sheets, whereas, when customers had no one else to go to, bell might have been able to afford a slightly more egalitarian structure. chances are that my nightmarish experience with bell is offset somewhere along the line by a huge corporate contract t…

odd man out

since no one else seemed inclined to mention this, i'd just like to call attention to a little fact about barack obama's brief sojourn to canada last week. he met with prime minister stephen harper and leader of the opposition michael ignatieff, which means the meetings involved two men who believed (although i don't think either of them still do) that the current war in iraq was justified and necessary and one man who didn't. guess who the odd man out is? hint: i shudder for my nation.

auto-destruct

i don't own a car. i never have and, considering that it's my preference to live in cities, i don't plan on owning one in the near future.

that said, when the auto industry came begging to government to save them, both in the united states and, more quietly, here in canada, i wasn't entirely averse to propping them up. even if you take the libertarian capitalist view that, if these companies are allowed to collapse, someone will buy up their assets and start a new car company, you need some kind of plan for dealing with the interim real world where millions of people in both the primary and secondary industries will be thrown out of work. basically, the government is going to pay for those people one way or the other, either in the form of auto-industry support or in the form of employment insurance and welfare. by bailing out the car companies, you at least have the chance of getting the money back at some point in the future.

this was supposed to be the week where we…

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.02.16

sometimes, you are the technical glitch you fear... everything at the bar worked fine, unfortunately, i forgot to bring a quarter inch adapter for my headphones, so i was sort of flying blind, unable to listen to anything on cue before i actually played it... whoever thought a quarter inch could make such a difference?

coil :: careful what you wish for
nocturnal emissions :: don't believe it's over
xeno and oaklander :: blue flower
perverse teens :: la baboute
six finger satellite :: baby's got the rabies
big black :: kerosene
jfk :: oh men
wire :: mannequin
iggy pop :: i am the passenger
the cramps :: human fly
novy svet :: rios del exceso
john foxx :: underpass
holger hiller :: jonny
die form :: analogic
herz juhning :: i deserve
front 242 :: rerun time
the slits :: typical girls
kukl :: the spire
liars :: there's always room on the broom
siouxsie & the banshees :: hong kong garden
joy division :: warsaw
death in june :: heaven street
numb :: eugene
hula :: cold stare
severed heads :: sp…

press corpse

i watched most of barack obama's speech and press conference the other night, more by accident than by design, and i couldn't help but notice something that made me angry. (in general, i try to avoid watching a lot of television, since there's almost always something in there that causes my blood pressure to rise.)

the questions that were directed at the new president were generally very well-thought out, intelligent, challenging ones. this was one of the first opportunities that the washington press gallery had to directly question obama, so maybe they were like kids on the first day of school, energised and eager, but their input could hardly have been in greater contrast to that displayed during the seemingly interminable bush years. i routinely remember, during the few press conferences i watched during that time, that i was often given to wonder if the members of the press had had a contest where they decided chiefly to ask questions submitted by preschool children (an…

dj kali's musical emporium!

one of the projects i've been working on lately is developing a music section for a new arts magazine called PARAPHILIA. as part of that, i now have a separate blog, which will feature content separate from that included in the magazine, but related.

those of you familiar with this blog will have an idea of the kind of music that i'll be covering. those interested in submitting material for review should feel free to contact me for details on how to do this.

the blog- still very much in its infancy- can be found here... more information to follow in the near future.

tool time

i don't know a whole lot about home renovations or building maintenance. being a lifelong renter with no immediate urge to change limits my ability to effect major changes in my habitat (landlords tend to get a little annoyed when a tenant removes a wall). that said, there are a few things that i've picked up over time that have served me well. i'm very familiar with the perils of measuring windows to fit blinds (you only think they're rectangular). i can accurately locate studs in the walls (yes, we all have them). i know how to attach ceiling lamps.

and another thing that i've learned is that hardware stores have products specialised to meet the needs of most jobs. so as long as you know what it is that you're doing- what you're drilling into, what surface is being painted, what voltage plug you're working with- the tools for the job are pretty idiot-proof.

if i know these things, i assume that people who actually have some financial stake in building…

ready or not, here it comes

i really need to carry my camera with me at all times, because it would allow me to get better images of this kind of thing.

i haven't quite figured out what happened. all i know is that i walked up the stairs from the place d'armes metro, on my way to pick up some groceries in chinatown and, when i reached the exit level, water was coming at me. it was coming in quite a flood, as i think you can see in this photo, hastily taken with my mobile phone while while i was being jostled by similarly confused fellow travelers.

this wasn't the high water mark, either. as i stood there, trying to get a decent shot, i noticed the indoor tide rising. glad i thought to wear some pretty massive boots, or this would have been uncomfortable, to say the least. at an estimate, i'd say that inside of a minute, i went from standing on dry ground to being in almost two inches of water and there was still more coming.

all this serves to remind me of the strange sense of delight i get in see…

interference

the honeymooner. the psychiatrist. the lonely girlfriend. the alienated student. the paramedic. the government spy. the mortician's daughter.

seven characters. seven short stories.

coming soon.

save me

amidst the agonisingly detailed and yet strangely uninformative coverage of this afternoon's airline crash in the hudson river, i've heard a refrain that never ceases to grate on my nerves.

repeatedly, the announcers on the news marveled at the "miracle" that the plane landed and that no one was killed. that this happened is no doubt remarkable, but to say it's a miracle is to denigrate the work of the pilot, co-pilot and crew who were actually responsible for the plane's landing and for getting the passengers out of the plane to be rescued. pilots are trained for this kind of thing, but landing a passenger plane on a narrow strip of water between two densely populated metropolises goes well beyond what any training program could cover.

if i wake up tomorrow and find out that the entire crew passed out before landing and that the plane guided itself by chance to the hudson, then, i will agree, that is something that could be deemed miraculous. because in that…

not seeing red

****************warning!!!! girlie post!!!!!!**************

so i've been thinking, as i often seem to do during the winter, that i might like to change up the hair colour a little. my natural colour, if memory serves, is that sort of nondescript tone that no one actually wants, hovering on the bland border between blond and brown. i've been changing that to light blond, but i'd given some thought to trying out red, a colour i often used in the past. i'm too cheap to actually go to a salon and pay them to do it, so i figured i'd see what was available at the local drug store (where i usually get my hair care products).

it seems that at some point, i missed a memo declaring that all shades of red need to be visible from space. i've done all sorts of funky colours with my hair and i like them fine on other people, but at this point, i'm in my mid-thirties and have no desire to look like one of those women who's desperately trying to prove she's still…

when the internet tells you to shut up

i've noticed that whenever i try to post comments to other people's blogs, i'm required now to select a profile to post from (because having a blogger i.d. apparently isn't enough) and to type in a word verification. the problem is that the word i'm supposed to type is blank. i can't see it and i can't advance without entering it. the internet has officially told me to mind my own business... i'll be over here in the corner, thinking about your blogs...

dj kali @ burning monday setlist 2008.01.05

foetus :: ramrod

oh, it all started out so well, but there then followed a brief period, where the always helpful katacombes staff had to figure out why the sound wasn't working and why only one cd player seemed to function. there was music playing during that time, but it wasn't really music i intended to play. for a few minutes, this looked like it was going to turn into my shortest dj set ever, but providence prevailed and things continued...

the cramps :: the crusher
devo :: gates of steel
joy division :: digital
death in june :: heaven street
hula :: at the heart
d.a.f. :: sato sato
coil :: heartworms
november novelet :: we fade away
clock dva :: bitstream
severed heads :: mambo fist miasma
danielle dax :: kernow
skinny puppy :: falling
john foxx :: underground
perverse teens :: la divine
dark day :: arp's carpet
killing joke :: war dance
wire :: i am the fly
chrome :: gehenna lion
konstruktivists :: white design ii
tuxedomoon :: no tears
siouxsie & the banshees…