Tonight was the last time working a night. 8 hours will seem like nothing, like a coffee break with a lot of hardcore pornography. What will I do with all those hours? I have an underwater video camera, just in time. If you are in Montreal, go to Yuula and Zeesy’s performance tomorrow: Cruel Therapies 12-6pm, August 28-29 la Centrale 4296 Boulevard Saint Laurent Medical tourism for an age...
Look at who I found, still waiting, just further north.
What is wrong with us, we turn into 7 year old boys?
At 5am the CN Tower looks like a spaceship from Liberty Village. Robert Fisk, what are you doing with your column on gender and language? I’m not even sure I want you to be my secret boyfriend anymore if you’re going to be writing columns about the oldest and dullest of difference/equality/equity arguments, written from the most boring of all perspectives, the context and evidence-free...
Yuula’s mouse. My mouse. The moon.
over and over and over and over
At 3am we took off our clothes and swam in the lake in the rain and everything was warm and everything was dark. Look, Emily made a book. Israeli army’s female recruits denounce treatment of Palestinians.
There is a wedding at the centre right now and the sky fell open. The waves are high and pull at you, the sky and water are both grey. When the sun had almost disappeared there were strangers bobbing up and down in the lake and then I was too and on the beach was a fire and you could smell it everywhere.
cheeses and honeycomb and apples on queen street, not very amazing honey wine, everyone agreed, it smelled like something you could light fires with easily, a bad walk up to bloor, 3 speed terrace until the cold, home.
june. this weekend i have to make a video for sure.
today was a tourism disaster
with my sister. sunburn, waves and waves and waves like i’ve never seen before on the lake except in the beaches, except in the winter, during storms, riding home through a hot city to a construction zone of a house, saws in the backyard, respirators, piles of planks.
Letting Go: What should medicine do when it can’t save your life? by Atul Gawande (The New Yorker, 2010)
some more things in california.
In the studio watching Work of Art and listening to Bruce Springsteen and Smog and maybe secretly Tori Amos. I have a flat bicycle tire, my sister is coming to visit for a week, I have hardware soaking in acetone, I have my video camera and crazy lens adapter on the island, I want to take it in the canoe. After reading about the slaughterhouse by King West and smelling the one by St. Clair and...
Bloor between Lansdowne & Symington.
Small things become agony. With these I will make a wall hanging coat holder as soon as I find some wood, maybe pine, maybe something from the wood shop in the Junction that is just a room full to the ceiling with old wood.
The first floor paint is done. One step closer to completing the distant master plan. Remember when I took photographs with something other than my iPhone? Maybe that time will come again. I tried to photograph our studio today with the giant camera but my light meter needs new batteries and there are no shops on the island. Tonight there is the ALLCAPS! show at the centre and open studio night...
- riding my bike in from Roncesvalles to Queen’s Quay to Parliament & Dundas for fabric samples for the impending reupholstering of my sofa. I turned into a puddle. At 7pm it was 30C, I rode at 4, and there was nothing but HOT and WET, not even air. - window shade samples. my favourite roman shades were pulled from the market due to accidental strangulation, which I think is a risk you...
Meg posted an excerpt from her brilliant novel-in-progress, Love Acts. You can read it here. I can’t believe what has happened to her writing since she sent me zines in high school and we had never met.
I don’t want to tape up mouldings and baseboards anymore, I don’t think I’ll ever have a conversation about anything but primer drying time and spackle again. I am making the layers of paint an even 300 it seems, a drawback of buying a 100 year old house, but there is no good alternative. It would take months and all my sanity to strip them, it would cost a fortune to have...
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When I opened my copy of ‘Some Ways To Disappear’ by Michael D. Brown and Josepha Sanna, which had arrived on my doorstep beautifully wrapped and presented, I soon realised that it wasn’t just its appearance but also its contents that made it delicate and precious, almost something to take… Clare Hewitt wrote a very long review of the first issue of Some Ways to Disappear and it made...