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i agree, smedley [or, smokers totally saved our planet in 1983]

so this conversation happened [via text, so i have evidence and possibly so does the canadian government and the nsa].

dom and i were trying to settle our mutual nerves about tomorrow night's conversion screening, remembering that we've made a fine little film that people should see. which is just about exactly what dom had said when i responded thusly:

me :: i agree smedley. [pauses for a moment] did you get that here?

dom :: no?

me :: the aliens who were looking at earth and then decided it wasn't worth bothering with because people smoked even though it was bad for them?
come to think of it, that might mean that smokers prevented an alien invasion in the seventies.

dom :: what ?!?!?

me :: i've had wine and very little food. [pause] but the alien thing was real. [pause.] well, real on tv.

dom :: please eat something.

of course, i was wrong. the ad in question ran in 1983. this is the part where i would triumphantly embed the ad from youtube, except that the governmen…

our adventures through the hearing glass

so dom and i went on air to talk about conversion and the upcoming screening we're having at the musee des beaux arts here in montreal.

the gentle folk of symbiose on cibl 101.5fm here in montreal brought us on at their peril to discuss the film, the screening and our upcoming projects.

i have had a long relationship with campus/ community radio and i've always respected what cibl has been able to accomplish. when i used to live the somewhat sketchy east end of the city, their studio was located down the street and around the corner from me. now, however, they've moved into swanky new digs right at the corner of st. laurent and ste. catherine, where their signal is broadcast not only over the airwaves, but also outside, to curious passers-by.

all this to say that it was an honour to be invited. here's a little photo essay i did while the whole thing unfolded, which was probably annoying as hell to the people trying to interview us.

anyway, like i said, the new studio i…

making faces :: summertime blues? nars has the cure!

i keep mentioning how my infatuation with nars took hold because of their product names. not just the ubiquitous "orgasm", but the fact that they have products named after classic low-brow films ["night breed" and, of course, "deep throat"], marlene dietrich ["scarlet empress", "lola lola", "blonde venus", etc.], under-appreciated cinematic classics ["night porter", "blade runner"] and some of my musical icons ["blondie", "heart of glass", "new order", transeurope express"]. so when i heard that nars was releasing a blush called "boys don't cry", it was pretty much a done deal. i knew it was coming home with me and it didn't matter if the blush turned out to be green. because it's called "boys don't cry".

it's released as part of a collaborative collection with french designer pierre hardy of two super-sized blushes and a half a doz…

seasonal colour analysis for cats

thinking a lot about colour and seasonal palettes lately has made me aware of the shades that make up everything around me. that has manifested itself occasionally in me trying to "drape" dom while he wonders which of my neurons are misfiring now and, of course, to me marvelling at the beauty that makes up our fur-children.

so just for fun, i thought i would do a quick analysis of each of them. now there is an important caveat: colour analysis is based primarily on the skin and how it reacts to other colours around it. obviously, being covered in fur, cats can't "react" to colour in the same way. so really, this is more about training the eye to recognise the makeup of colours rather than performing a true analysis. also, cats don't especially like draping sessions.

so we have five cats to look at today, representing a broad spectrum of fur, eye and paw/ nose leather shades. let's start off easy:

seth





bright winter, no question. the sharp black and whit…

who's on team edward?

so i tweeted this the other day:

"ffs, edward snowden is not the issue!"

that was in response to the sudden shift in media priorities from the rightness or wrongness of the american government dropping in for a peek-a-boo at their citizens' personal exchanges to talking about the man who leaked details of the operation to the guardian newspaper. is he exaggerating the extent of the problem in order to get media attention? does he fancy himself a rebel in the mould of julian assange? is he trying to make a political point against a president he doesn't like [snowden is apparently a libertarian republican who supported the candidacy of ron paul]? should we, the onlookers/ victims treat him as a hero or traitor?

the point of my tweet was to throw my opinion out there: we shouldn't give a shit. because ultimately, what we should be talking about [and don't think that this kind of program is limited to the united states, just because that's the one that got le…

making faces :: 40 lashes

well, i don't know if it's quite forty, but i thought that it might be a fun idea to do a "lightning round" series of reviews on mascara.

mascara is the one thing- even more so than lipstick- that i cling to in my makeup routine. it's the thing i'm least likely to leave the house without. but i sometimes find it less than exciting to review, because you don't have the excitement that colour products can bring. the differences tend to be fairly subtle, especially in photographs.

so here's a quick review of this mascara fiend's findings in the field. for the purposes of comparison, i've given each a grade.

armani :: eyes to kill extreme
this holds the distinction of being the only armani product ever to disappoint me. i make no secret of how much i love most of their products and this mascara isn't bad, but i found that the formula was very thin and wet, especially when fresh. i found i liked it more after i'd been using it a week or so […

encore?

lately, i've gotten back into the habit of attending shows. actually, i never lost the habit, but there was an extended period when the shows that were happening in montreal just didn't excite me that much. but in the last few weeks, there's been joel dittrich at elektra, the ryoichi kurokawa/ emptyset show at mutek, soft moon performing with the excellent local post-post-punk troupe dekoder and, most exciting of all, the canadian debut of william bennett's afro-noise project, cut hands. that's a great diversity of performances in a variety of different spaces and the contrasts got me thinking of the things i appreciate about live music and one thing in particular that i don't like.

it's quite easy to see the appeal of a live show- at least to me- the energy of a crowd can augment the thrill of seeing a favourite artist, plus there's that combination of the familiar and the unknown- you'll be hearing things that you've heard before, but often …

it turns out i am an intolerant person

i'm lucky when it comes to allergies. aside from the fact that i seem to get strange bouts of them from nothing and everything a few times i year, there's nothing that i have to take pains to avoid. a peanut is not an object of fear for me. when i have had reactions, they've generally been of the mild contact dermatitis sort- which is sort of what you'd expect from someone who tries a lot of different types of cosmetics and skin care.

but as it happens, i'm not 100% allergy-proof when it comes to foods. relatively late in life, i discovered that i have a problem with grapefruit. it took that long, because the couple of times i tried it as a child, i found the flavour of grapefruit so detestable that i wanted it nowhere near me. so it wasn't until i was in my thirties that i thought to try it- as part of a coulis served over grilled fish in a restaurant. i still found it unpleasantly bitter and far too acidic to be palatable, but the next day, i also felt like …

about last night

i really have to stop doing this.

apparently, while he was off in the land of nod, i awakened dom making giggling noises. whatever was going on in my head, i assure you it was friggin' hilarious, but when i tried to explain it to him, all that came out was "i was spitting food!!" which really he didn't find funny enough to warrant being disturbed in the middle of the night. i'm not even sure if he realised that i was trying to explain the joke to him, or if he thought i'd just been sitting in bed, happily spitting food on myself and giggling.

if you've ever had the experience of someone not getting a joke that you think is absolutely hysterical, you know how frustrating it can be. and if you've ever had the experience of being frustrated by something when you're half-asleep, you know that frustration can quickly escalate to childish rage, because you just can't rationalise what's happening.

so my brain got a full charge of child rage and…

making faces :: j'adore dior encore

i feel like dior is one of those brands that gets the short shrift from me. at least, i think that's how i feel, undeservingly bad.
because i don't really know what a short shrift is. i just assume it's something that's bad and more that it's

it's true that i wasn't blown away [at all] by their fabled diorshow mascara. but i did really like their hydrating concealer until i found the new nars radiant creamy concealer, which works a little better for me. and their nude skin foundation and powder have both served me well. my greatest problem with dior is that i often feel that their colour selections mirror things that i already have in my considerable stash, whereas other brands have tended to come out with things that felt more unique to me. so all of my dior desires seem to get put perpetually on hold, while i'm off grabbing things that seem a little more immediately "necessary".

i have to say that i fell in love at first sight with a couple…

the law of the letter

this is an odd bit that i wrote a little while ago. i think i meant to add more to it, but i never got around to that and, reading it, i do think that it functions fairly well as is.

*

Funny now, I thought I heard you, heard those footsteps in the snow,
heard the light click-click of heels along the winter's last ice
that's grown slick with the inexorable thaw, the sweet retreat of the east wind,
the toothless roar of March's latest tantrum sounding out the rite of Spring for all of us
is how it's been these last weeks.
And yes, it does seem strange without you, so perhaps it was just to give myself some comfort
that I imagined I heard your spider-like steps.
Perhaps I wanted to think you'd come back to get me.
Perhaps I thought you were back, wet and frozen and angry
ember-eyes glowing like Chinese lanterns inside that bony cage of a skull;
you always needed some meat on your bones.
But that's my foolishness, finding devils in the air when I exhale
and it wasn…

dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 05.06.13

sometimes, the sound gods are angry. things got off to a late start last night, because the sound equipment was trapped underneath a theatre group doing improv in the back room until nine. then it got delayed more because something had eaten the main cord up front. then we set up in the back and everything was fine, although you could only hear what we were doing in the back room, whereas we usually find our way into both. 
nevertheless, it was a lot of fun and it was great to see all those of you who came out. and for those of you who didn't... this is what you missed...
mr. dna
primal scream :: burning wheel
blur :: music is my radar
talking heads :: making flippy floppy
david bowie :: boys keep swinging
the cars :: candy-o
crash course in science :: second glance
second layer :: courts of wars
orchestral manoeuvres in the dark :: electricity
celibates :: coming alone
frank alpine :: dark places
skinny puppy :: morpheus laughing
future of the left :: you need satan more than he needs yougod :…

making faces :: burberry bits

during my brief sojourn in the west last month, i did have the time to stop by the holt renfrew there and
see one of the only two burberry makeup counters in canada. i'm not in the least bit happy that this collection has been limited to the toronto and vancouver flagship stores, especially since we have a beautiful flagship store here in montreal. and now that i've actually gotten to try burberry products, i'm even less happy about the limited availability.

burberry are still newcomers to the cosmetic world, having launched their collection just a few short years ago. they've already become darlings of the makeup mafia, with virtually all of their products garnering rave reviews from ladies who know their stuff. as you might expect from a design house, the products are pricy and even by the standards of prestige brands, their prices are high, but it's worth noting that you tend to get a fair amount of product. which is especially nice when you're limited as t…

mental health mondays :: we've been saying this for years

there have been many, many, many controversies that have plagued the development of the latest diagnostic
and statistical manual of mental disorders, but in the debates over how conditions were included, excluded and evaluated, something new has slipped into the crazy playbook, something that coffee drinkers would salute as basic common sense: caffeine withdrawal is now considered a mental disorder.

so if you've been telling people for years that they shouldn't talk to you before you've had your coffee, or arguing that you're a different person when you're caffeine-deprived, you can now relax, because the psychiatric powers that be agrees with you.

in the most basic terms, this means that psychiatrists acknowledge that going without caffeine, when you're a junkie, can mess you up. however what's not clear- and what won't be clear until some brave soul decides to test it- is how much it can mess you up. does it mean that you can show signs of irritabili…

this is what happens when i try to do laundry

so, i was quite insistent that i had way too much house work to catch up on to allow myself to spend my saturday doing things that i might enjoy. but under the guise of killing time until the unbearable heat and humidity subsided a little, i decided to try my hand at doing a "found footage" video, the type of which dom has become so adept at.

i've only ever done one other video by myself and that was all stuff i shot on my phone, so this is still pretty new creative territory.

the idea for this one actually came from martin, who suggested that dom should do some kind of video based around the terrifying and beautiful tornado footage that's been so abundant lately. i passed that suggestion on to dom, but he didn't seem that interested. i was about to start arguing that doing a video about storms and climate and fear was a goddamned incredible idea, but then it occurred to me that arguing with an artist about what they should use as inspiration or subject matter ra…