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saturday slothiness [the late version of friday favourites] 21.09.13

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IT'S ALL OVER, PEOPLE.

tomorrow is officially the autumnal equinox. light and dark will be equally balanced and from there, it is the inevitable annual creep towards the darkness. although there has been some rain and a few chilly nights, september has thus far been beautiful and at times even hot, so there's very little leaf action happening right now. a few splashes of red have started to stain the trees along my street, but it's more like flesh wounds, not like someone bleeding to death. [i've been told to stop making that analogy. i've been told especially to stop starting conversations with it. even more especially to stop starting conversations with clients with it.]

in fact, fall is my favourite season, as i've mentioned, so i'm generally in a good mood around now. but that's no reason not to continue to take pleasure in the little things that brighten every week. which is my segue into...

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

a selection of the worst of the best of the worst: ten years of winners of the bulwer-lytton writing contest. named in honour of the man who first wrote the phrase [or at least first published it] "it was a dark and stormy night", it rewards writers for coming up with the most turgid, overblown, ludicrous and inappropriate opening line for a mercifully unwritten opus. mad props to the person who started with the words "he was a dark and stormy knight".

i'm reasonably certain that someone was planning on throwing their own severed testicles at my wedding, but i'm sorry, someone beat you to it. [h/t to jason]

gentlemen, we are visual beings living in a youth and beauty obsessed culture. and this reporter thinks it's time you get with the program.

you know what makes postal workers go postal? knowing that people are using their service to ship each other things like grenades.

but really, the only thing you really need to see from the internet this week is louis ck's devastating explanation of why he doesn't want his daughters to have smart phones yet. [h/t to dom]

goings on :: things you can and should participate in

if you're in montreal, it's time for pop montreal, the annual fall festival that counterbalances the spring and summer festivals. this one has been one of montreal's stronger and more interesting assortments for a few years, in that you can never tell who is going to be there. they also have a tendency to schedule all the acts i want to see on the same night. for once, that seems not to have happened and so here are a couple of recommendations for you:

wednesday, september 25 :: the legendary pink dots :: the ever-ephemeral dots have always had a soft spot for montreal, but their appearances here are getting fewer and farther between. they do manage to carry their quirky psychedelia well in a live environment and i've actually found that their performances have gotten stronger more recently than they were in the late 90s/ early 00s.

friday, september 27 :: pop. 1280 :: i've gushed over these snarling, seething darlings from williamsburg before and i'm happy to be able to see them for the first time as part of their tour for the new album "imps of perversion". [they played here when touring for the last album, but i wasn't able to make it.]

in addition to the music, you can also take advantage of some interesting culturally-themed events happening as part of the festival. check out the whole line-up on the [rather irksome] on line schedule.

but before all that gets underway, tomorrow night [september 22] you have the opportunity to spend the equinox enjoying a new musical performance by morelikespace friends eric boivin + fourthousandblackbirds with video accompaniment by dominic marceau [better known around these parts as dom, the person who puts up with me and makes sure i don't set any serious fires]. the performance is part of kabane77, an annual outdoor event hosted by the people behind constellation records and the hotel2tango. you can find all the details on facebook.

musical notes

speaking of dom, here's a video he did for a slice of black metal mayhem by metaconqueror. metaconqueror is actually john stillings, also known as half of steelhook prostheses.

Metaconqueror: Traveling Through Lower Spheres from F Squared Media on Vimeo.

something i learned this week

i apparently have no idea what colours look good on me. i've been discovering this for a while as i've explored the world of colour analysis, but it kind of hit home this week. i'll have more to say about that in the coming days, but suffice it to say that it involves one word: rust.

goal for the week

i failed to make the first soup of the year, but to be fair, a lot of this week was salad and spritzer weather [and i didn't make those either]. between shows and work, i don't know how much cooking i'll be up for this coming week, but i do want to make sure that i correct one lapse from the last few days: i want more fruit.

that's not really a goal, or at least not a difficult one to achieve.

but related to my "something i learned", i have been meaning to try out some seasonal colour analysis tricks on dom to see what colours flatter him. [since he's a guy who actually knows what a mirror is and how one is used, this does not involve forcing him to do anything, either.]

kitteh of the week

speaking of knowing what colours work for you, seth clearly thinks that he wears black and white better than i do.



have a great week everyone. if you do happen to stop at either of the pop montreal shows i've noted above, please feel free to say hello [assuming i don't know you/ am not going with you/ haven't been secretly stalking you]. on wednesday, i'll also be celebrating the fact that my fortieth birthday is turning one, so i'll probably be... especially jovial...

this week's image of the week is a picture of contraband alcohol being dumped in prohibition-era detroit. in case you've ever wondered how old buildings get into a state of disrepair...

you can see it and a number of other remarkable shots here.

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