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friday favourites 12.10.12

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dom emailed me at work today to tell me he saw snowflakes falling.

let me be clear: dom emailed me from the comfort of our home, where he sat in his jammies and a comfy sweater with our petite, buddha-like siamese curled over his lap and arm, reviewing footage of a music video he shot last night which is technically work, but doesn't count as much because he enjoys it, emailed me in my office in the suburban hinterland from whence i would have to return by myself, in the gloomy half-darkness, depending on the stm's perplexingly unpredictable suburban bus service, as i sat trying to write a seven hundred word media piece recapping a three year biosciences study that i can't pretend to understand, which is really something i thought would end when i graduated from university, to let me know that more than two weeks before halloween, snow was falling.

hey, i don't mind a little snow, but i have a strict "no flakes before samhain" policy that i wish mother nature would respect. it's part of the trade off whereby i refuse to countenance any form of holiday cheer until november. this is clearly a breach of contract.

these are the moments when i have to reflect really hard on the things that make me happy.

like these!

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

i posted this on my facebook wall as "jedis against romney" and one of my friends commented that "jedi", like "moose" is immutable and is therefore both its own singular and plural form. my friends are awesome and i fail as geek.

thanks to the always-inspiring jenny lawson, i've decided that this halloween i'm just going to wear a bedsheet over my head and say i'm dressed as a man's halloween costume. [thanks to dom for finding that link.]

you know those calls you get from people saying they're calling from windows and telling you your computer is sending them messages? dom and i have a game where we see who can get them more aggravated. apparently, we're not the only ones. [thanks to david for that link.]

old and tired: calling bullshit. new hawtness: calling malarkey.

i always wished that i could speak every language in the world fluently. sadly, my wish just got one language easier.

people who are left-leaning and turn out to vote tend to drink cider, guinness and microbrews. it's like they can see into my soul. also, please note where most of the "light/ lite" beer drinkers fall.

ah, the playground, home of whimsy and youthful frolicking and oh my god- kill it with fire!!!

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

if you're in montreal... dominic marceau and most likely a lot of others took some of their personal time to bitch out the montreal film and television commission about the fact that paul thomas anderson's latest film "the master" wasn't given any screen space at any theatre in downtown montreal. and it worked! it's now playing at the amc forum and at the cinema quartier latin [with french subtitles], so get your butts out there.

you know the rocky horror picture show? did you know it was a stage play first? whatever you answered to either of those questions, you should go see the production that's happening from october 17th to 20th at the mainline theatre. it's trendy to hate on the film because it got popular. decide for yourself.

the evolving character that is genesis breyer p-orridge plays heavily in the near future of montreal, with a vernissage for an exposition of their artwork, a live performance and a screening of the film of the romance of genesis and lady jaye. see details of all the events unfolding next weekend here. on a side note, i once had the opportunity to interview p-orridge for paraphilia magazine. i thought it would be a train wreck, because of my own feelings about "stars". it was one of the most pleasant, refreshing and fulfilling conversations i've ever had.

if you're in oberhausen... or, really, if you're anywhere within train-ride distance of oberhausen and you like it loud, this weekend is maschinenfest 2012. every time i say i'm done with the whole "rhythm and noise" thing, i listen to a bit and think "this is just so damn fun...

if you're in chicago... and the words "a night of ritual filth" sound even vaguely appealing to you, check out quimby's book store, where feral house books impressario adam parfrey and smut connoisseur peter sotos will be on hand to guide you into the dark sub-basement of your psyche.

if you're in toronto... be sure to check out "wednesday night walk", episode 4. this is an ongoing series of urban explorations, designed to help people get to know the city in the most direct way possible- by seeing it one step at a time. [and don't ever tell montreal i said this, but toronto is probably one of the most interesting cities to get to know by walking, simply because it is walkable, but no one bothers.]

musical notes

where to start? well, it's definitely fall now- with the changing leaves and the troubled skies and the occasional flurries intermittent cold showers. this is one act that always truly embodies the spirit of the season for me. nods to john carpenter, of course...



follow-up and shameless self-promotion

i have to say that i'm kind of surprised that the most popular post on the blog this week involved me ruining brie for everybody. that said, if you think about cheese in general, what exactly it is, how it's made and how it might have been discovered, it becomes disturbing in a "vivid dream about having a three-way with your brother and your labradoodle" kind of way. new rule: don't think about cheese.

for those who were wondering, we are indeed back to the regular schedule of the caustic lounge, which means that the next one will be taking place on november 7th.

and for any of you who were curious about that seven hundred word thing i had to write this afternoon- i did and not one of those seven hundred words was "fuck". which would make it one up on this blog post. also, when you need to interpret scientific stuff, wikipedia is your friend. written by experts for non-experts. succeed.

and yes, although it's been absent for a few weeks due to travel, death and exhaustion, friday favourites is still an integral part of this blog. so there.

this week's image of the week is apparently an actual ikea display. because why should scandinavians settle for infuriating one religion when they could easily inflame them all?

kitteh of the week

remember that sweet, buddha-like siamese i mentioned earlier? he deserves to be shared.


thanks very much for reading!

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