In the hallowed halls of Main Street, in the aptly named Cottage Bistro, there shall be a gathering, and this gathering shall be called "The Launch! with PRISM, Event, poetry is dead, and Room Magazine." The date of this party shall be the seventeenth of April (a Thursday, methinks), in the year of 2014. And … Continue reading hark! a prophecy!
Today we fly back to Vancouver. The great experiment - one might say - has failed. I know that over the next week, the explanation will boil itself down to an easy deflection: one or two lines doing their best to contain both logic and pride. It took us several days and a good dose … Continue reading on the embarrassing act of coming home
2007-2013 In remembrance of all those places I found myself in this city, as I leave it behind.
A walk through the alley off Fraser Street, back in The Commune days, when Husband was just Boy Roommate and looked like a hippie.
I wanted to write about the London riots but I'll still trying to organize my thoughts. This is all I have to say right now. I feel like London is a wizened old man: the kind who sits on a park bench, smoking a withered cigarette, old tattoos fading into oblivion along the forearms, sleeves … Continue reading panic on the streets of london
So this past week has been spent moving. As of today, we officially rent the entire sweet lil' house of ours just off Fraser St. I now live with five other roommates: Dr. Roommate, Claire, Lorna, Jessica, and Gregg (the Y-Chromosome). I'm going to let this post serve as a very brief introduction to … Continue reading the commune begins
If you're in Vancouver right now, you know how ass-bitingly cold it is at the moment. And I don't mean the normal Canadian cold, I mean "-8 and we start panicking and lining the walls of bedrooms with extra blankets because this is Vancouver and we are wusses" cold. But still myself and Dr. Roommate … Continue reading this march’s latest hobo chic
I've been experiencing a severe amount of cognitive dissonance regarding the Olympics. As a Vancouverite, for the last seven years I've dealt with the 2010 Winter Olympics by simply ignoring the situation, but then last Friday, it arrived on my doorstep like a an e-Bay purchase you forgot you made. Since then, I've just let … Continue reading the olympics are an extravagant wedding you think will end in divorce
Shannon and I have decided that we're sick of being fat bastards and have implemented a fitness regime into our already pretty groggy lives. Shannon's going to be a doctor one day, so I understand her desire for general health. Me, however, sometimes I feel like I'm a write-off, but sometimes I fantasize about being … Continue reading Q: what has two thumbs and is the leading candidate for first victim of the zombie apocalypse? A: this chick
With their latest album, Dear Science, having been hailed as the best album of 2008 by a plethora of music giants (Rolling Stone, Spin, and MTV among them), the Brooklyn-based TV on the Radio brought their genre-defying act to Vancouver on Monday night. The eclectic, high-energy performance proved perfectly set within the Malkin Bowl at … Continue reading tv on the radio in the park