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friday favourites 14.09.12

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my mother reads constantly. she'll read multiple books at once, leaving them in strategic places around her home [although never in the bathrooms] so that she can just pick up where she left off. her brain has this uncanny ability to leap from one track to another without skipping a beat, which i attribute to the fact that she's ambidextrous, so her brain is used to doing things on both sides that most of us do with only one. 

myself, i'm kind of a reading bulimic. not that i'm a bulimic who reads- although that would have been accurate enough at one point- but i tend to binge and then purge. i get so into a book i'm reading that i almost forget to look up every now and again, which can be tricky when doing things like descending stairs, crossing roads or sitting in meetings with people who are wondering why they're paying you. in order to avoid being like that all the time, i sort of starve myself of books a lot, because i like being alive and getting paid. they're two of my favourite things. 

since i currently have a long commute to work, i have been reading more, but i hadn't really found something to fire my imagination. until now. this past week, i've disappeared into the subterranean maze of umberto eco's "the prague cemetery". so if i'm a little less loquacious than usual in the coming week, it's either because i'm absorbed in the book, or because said book as made me too paranoid to speak or write. both are fairly likely.

in those moments when i did glance up from the book, this is what i most enjoyed from the last seven days...

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

naked monks on nightshade? oh brother

man appeals after court determines that surgeon acted reasonably in removing part of his penis without consent. if the verdict is upheld, i'm guessing that's the last time a man goes in for surgery ever. 

"dear homeowner: we foreclosed on the house you built by hand with your father and destroyed everything in it, but it turns out you don't actually have a mortgage. oops. our bad. enjoy your memories, because they're all you have. sincerely, wells fargo."

the horrifying world of 80s muscles.

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

if you're in montreal... wizard of electronica ryoji ikeda presents "test pattern" a new sound and visual piece on saturday night at the phi centre in old montreal. details on facebook

and once you've finished there, head north[ish] to the casa del popolo for the monthly post-punk night with dj tyg and ciemnosc. more facebook...

if you're in new york... definitely check out theologian, the divine phoenix risen from the ashes of navicon torture technologies. they'll be sharing the bill with cenotype and a host of others on saturday, september 15. details on the facebook event page

musical notes

i've had a rolling list of human league songs [although mercifully none from the 1986 reformation, aka "the dark age"] running through my head for days. which is kind of funny, because this is the song that i find can bulldoze through all others and winnow its way to the core of your brain until you can't conceive of anything else and you start to hear people talking in rhythm to it and even passing cars seem to have their motors churning to the beat and eventually it starts to take possession of you and you think that you'd do anything, offer any sacrifice of any one of your irritating neighbours, just to be able to get some other song stuck in your head for a few hours so that you weren't repeating this one on and on and on and on and....


follow-up and shameless self-promotion

as promised, the caustic lounge will return on wednesday, september 26th, which is a significant date in that it's actually the first day i'll be spending in my m---herf--king forties. how did this even happen? quite honestly, i still kind of behave like a university student. i still haven't turned into the reactionary prude that my high school political science teacher told me i would have to be if i wanted to be considered fully adult. i still sometimes wear black lipstick outside the house. how on earth can i be nearly forty??? well, nonetheless, it does seem to be gaining on me and those who've passed that mysterious boundary promise me that the forties are superior in every way to the thirties. so in order to celebrate this somewhat inaccurate increment of time, i'll be playing music for all and then toasting myself, hopefully with pumpkin ale, and getting all squiffy. and you're invited. just stop by and wish me luck in aging and i'll be your loyal friend forever. i'll even help you hide bodies, as long as i don't have to hide them anywhere particularly gross. more details next week, for certain. 

although i've let it lie fallow a couple of weeks, "a definable moment in time" will be returning this week and continuing on from there. thanks very much to those who've taken the time to read it and send me suggestions/ feedback. it means a great deal to me. 

in addition, there may be a new publication in the works in the near future. stay tuned for updates. 

before i went away, i had promised a review of products from guerlain's sumptuous fall collection. unfortunately, i didn't have time to do the requisite swatches and, since i can only really do proper swatching on the weekends [because i can never get myself organised enough to do it on weekday mornings], that's set us back a bit. this week, i promise. and yes... it's worth waiting for. here's a quick peek at guerlain fall 2012 in action: 

guerlinade...
kitteh of the week

i missed my little furbabies so much while i was traveling that it kept me awake at night, wondering why there were no warm, purring bodies close to me. the fact that dom sent me regular images like this is the only reason why there wasn't more bloodshed. 



thanks for reading! as always, more to come soon!

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am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

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