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friday favourites 24.05.13

image of the week
the internet is amazing. every week, there's something that i say [write] in public, something that becomes part of the eternal record of the internet that i could never have imagined myself saying. this week it was "can you pay for the penis cages and nazi coins in monster money?" i could try explaining, but really, the important thing is that that quote is now in some way associated with my name.

i can't wait to mention that in a press release. or on the back cover of a book, where most people put the quotes praising their writing.

but aside from monster money [which is a thing], it's been a hell of a week...

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

since we've been talking about colour analysis by seasons lately on more like space, why don't you have a gander at what the seasons look like when you take them in their totality.

in case you hadn't heard, montreal, the second largest french metropolis in the world, was under orders to boil water before consumption for a day and a half. it's like something out of another century. and apparently, so are our comedians.

we're all mad here...

an analysis of the case for saying canadian prime minister stephen harper is conducting a war against science. read it now while it's still legal to use your brain for something other than toil.

musical notes

compactor "multiple fractures", video by dom... perfect music to listen to when you need something to drown out the rage in your brain.



quote of the week

It is most unfortunate, very unfortunate, that colleagues and the great people of this city have been exposed to the fact that I have been judged by the media without any evidence.-toronto mayor rob ford, making a much-anticipated statement to the press
follow-up and shameless self-promotion

well i guess that quote [which makes less sense every time i read it] is kind of a spoiler: rob ford [finally] made a statement today to say that he doesn't use cocaine and he's still as serious as ever about keeping suburbanite taxes and taxpayer expectations low. there was a lot of pressure on him to make a statement, but now that he has, it's kind of anti-climactic. did anyone seriously expect ford, who was- sorta- removed from office by the courts for using taxpayer dollars to pay public servants to work for him as chauffeurs and gardeners- to just cop to smoking crack because someone says there's a video of him doing it?

gawker have done what any media of the digital age would have done: initiated a kickstarter project to raise $200k to buy the damn videotape. although there have been some complications, the project is zooming ahead and i encourage you to donate, because even if the owner of the tape doesn't resurface and the money goes to charity, there are a lot of people in toronto who need help because not-currently-crack-addicted rob ford has cut the services that they could have turned to.

i also wanted to thank those of you who responded to my "i am better than rob ford" declaration by buying my book, which saw a nice little rise in sales. if you enjoyed it, i have good news:

another is coming.

i can't commit to exact dates at the moment, but i can tell you a few things about it:

1. it is a short novel, not a collection of stories.

2. the overall tone is lighter than the stories in "interference", but also a bit more perverse.

3. it's called "tricky".

and apparently last week's image of the week has competition:


kitteh of the week

since we've had so many close-ups of eyes this week... here's julia!


thank you to all who have read this... your support, your interest and your feedback [public and private] mean more to me than i can possibly express.

here's the source for this week's image of the week, which is a picture of the moon, venus and jupiter. kind of incredible.

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wrong turn

as some of you are aware, i have a long-term project building a family tree. this has led me to some really interesting discoveries, like the fact that i am partly descended from crazy cat people, including the patron saint of crazy cat ladies, that a progenitor of mine once defeated a french naval assault with an army of scarecrows, that my well-established scottish roots are just as much norwegian as scottish, and that a relative of mine from the early middle ages let one rip with such ferocity that that's basically all he's remembered for. but this week, while i was in the midst of adding some newly obtained information, i found that some of my previous research had gone in an unexpected direction: the wrong one.

where possible, i try to track down stories of my better-known relatives and in doing so this week, i realised that i couldn't connect one of my greatĖ£ grandfathers to his son through any outside sources. what's worse that i found numerous sources that con…

dj kali & mr. dna @ casa del popolo post-punk night

last night was a blast! a big thank you to dj tyg for letting us guest star on her monthly night, because we had a great time. my set was a little more reminiscent of the sets that i used to do at katacombes [i.e., less prone to strange meanderings than what you normally hear at the caustic lounge]. i actually invited someone to the night with the promise "don't worry, it'll be normal". which also gives you an idea of what to expect at the caustic lounge. behold my marketing genius.

mr. dna started off putting the "punk" into the night [which i think technically means i was responsible for the post, which doesn't sound quite so exciting]. i'd say that he definitely had the edge in the bouncy energy department.

many thanks to those who stopped in throughout the night to share in the tunes, the booze and the remarkably tasty nachos and a special thank you to the ska boss who stuck it out until the end of the night and gave our weary bones a ride home…

eat the cup 2018, part seven :: oh, lionheart

it all seemed so magical: england's fresh-faced youngsters marching all the way through to a semi-final for the first time since 1990. everywhere, the delirious chants of "it's coming home". and then, deep into added time, the sad realization: it's not coming home. oh england, my lionheart.

now, if we're being really strict about things, my scottish ancestors would probably disown me for supporting England, because those are the bastards who drove them off their land and sent them packing to this country that's too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. and indeed, shops in scotland have sold through their entire stock of croatian jerseys, as the natives rallied behind england's opponents in the semi-final. however, a few generations before they were starved and hounded from the lands they'd occupied for centuries, my particular brand of scottish ancestors would have encouraged me to support england [assuming that national football had even…