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post-friday favourites 06.05.12

image of the week
ahem... i probably should have realised this was going to happen, but the fact is that my schedule, already fairly densely populated, got even busier than anticipated in the last few days. so i've completely neglected the blogosphere and, what's worse, i left my damn phone at home last night, which sort of quashed my plan of live-tweeting the final night of montreal's elektra festival.

but that doesn't mean i wasn't thinking about the blogosphere. [on a side note, my spellcheck now accepts "blogosphere" as a word. also, it accepts spellcheck, which it didn't used to and which always made me laugh. thanks for killing another bit of humour in the world, spellcheck.] there were still lots of things i wanted to share with you. here are some of the ones i'm willing to talk about in public.

good news :: things i can't make up from around the internet


the right wing has moved on to a more controversial "flay the gay away" policy. i understand this guy said afterward that he meant this as a joke. because the idea of beating up children for seeming effeminate is so damn hilarious.

of course, there are times when a good smack might seem appropriate for the little buggers...

occupying wall street is so 1712...

evidence has shown that if you believe in climate change, you're probably killing people right now. [link courtesy of boing boing]

goings on :: stuff you can [and should] participate in


if you're in montreal... offbeat fashionistas will want to mark next weekend on their calendars, as it's the semi-annual sale day at "the grover", also known as that loft complex where so many montreal designers have their studios. new collections will be available, but the real reason to go is that you'll find incredible deals on things you might have missed [or passed on] from previous seasons. it's a great way to find clothes that don't look like the window displays at the mall and you'll be supporting local business, which will make you even more awesome. "the grover" is at 2065 parthenais, east of papineau metro, accessible by either the ontario or ste-catherine east buses. cash, debit and credit cards are all accepted and several vendors have "man chairs", where your beast of burden can guard your purchases and relax while you model.

if you're in new york... you can catch the feral books tour, which will be making stops in brooklyn and manhattan. an independent publisher in every sense, these appearances by owner/ editor-in-chief adam parfrey will feature a slide show on the history of secret societies in america.

musical notes


well, this isn't so much a musical note as a music and video note, but my frequent collaborator and better half dominic f. marceau has created another short film, this one using the music of haus arafna. check it out!



follow-up and shameless self-promotion


i was deeply hurt to find out that my friend and would-be partner james francis has actually been approaching lots of other people to get his $20 out of libya. i mean, what are the odds?

i'm hoping to have this month's episode of "more like space radio" up by late next week... already up to number three! if there's anything you'd like to suggest, please feel free to email me at info [at] fsquaredmedia [dot] net.

kitteh of the week


credit again goes to dom for this wonderful shot of our little girl looking very fierce.



thanks for reading and i promise that i'll remember what day it is next week...

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