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I "directed" this video for the Q12 using footage that I found on Youtube. I've been telling people that it's part of a video installation dealing with contemporary Internet practices of teenaged girls and the changing identity of sexually, and people seem to be convinced that I'm a real artist. Acting is being, belief is truth and so that makes me a video artist.

Beautiful, beautiful (Fuck you, you're a dick)

Come see me at the Syphilitic Mermaids launch party, I'll be the one dressed like an idiot. Not to be confused with a Queen West douche bag.

Saturday March 18,
In the back (enter through the front) gallery of It's Not A Deli, (not the Drake Hotel)
986 Queen Street West, (Toronto, just beyond the boutiques)
At 7pm (you can show up later, but the magazines will be gone by then)

Oh yes, bands will be performing (Ryan Masters, the Q12 and some dude from Manitoba) and there will be artwork as well. Buy me a Steamwhistle and I'll let you verbally abuse me until I've finished the beer.

With some reluctance, I present another MP3 post. I guess that this makes me a hipster.

Australian "synth-punks" Sekiden have just released a new single from a forthcoming release -- most likely an EP, I would assume.

"Up In the Air"

Sackville to Dildo

Despite my reservations about the 'mp3 blog' concept, a friend of mine tipped me off to the fact that a new Julie Doiron track, entitled 'Me and My Friend', has been posted on her official Myspace site. Other than that, I can't be bothered with further research. If you are in need of (s)hallow analysis and other such information concering Ms. Doiron's forecoming release, please visit your MP3 blog of choice because I can't be bothered with such nonsense.

Am I the only one who is troubled by that fact that Myspace has gone from colonizing cool to monopolizing it? The potential for abuse exists and needs to be considered.

File sharing is communism, and that's why I love it: Ballad Of The Broken Seas

A thrift store find piqued my curiousity in the whereabouts of former Screaming Tree, and sometime Kurt Cobain stand-in, Mark Lanegan. My Googling told me that he recently teamed up with cumly Gentle Waves whisperer, Isobel Campbell. I've only given the album the ADHD treatment, but I recommend checking out the duo's Myspace because finding this album on Soulseek was pretty trying. It's in the same vain as Iron and Wine and Isobel Campbell will be performing in Toronto this Saturday, so it should be filling the iPods of Queen West hipsters by next Friday.

"You're a professional writer? You don't look like one"

As of late, I've been writing for a new Toronto-based paper/on-line magazine called SM2. Early reviews have described it as "Vice Magazine's astute and sarcastic, but ugly, sister" and "a demanding read, but worth the effort." This reviews are coming from people who sell 'alternative' ad space for a living, so I refuse to read into this statements.

I've contributed three articles, however only potential advertisers have been given access to the entire site and only a limited number of print copies are out there (I haven't seen one). Regardless, I'm given loose deadlines and the freedom to write about topics of my choosing. This is the first bit of regular work that I've come into that offers perks. For example, the editor sold me a considerably battered, albeit functioning, laptop for $50. I had been without a laptop for roughly a year, so this was a deal that I simply could not resist.

Despite the newest addition to my arsenal of tech, I'm not at all pleased with the fact that some of my work has been festering behind the garden wall. While I retain the moral rights and copyright to my articles, SM2 controls the publishing rights. Foregoing the temporal legal details, this means that I cannot post my work on this blog without permission. But according to the editor, the website will be given its public launch on March 1. From what I've managed to wean, the website will be free of ads until the hosting costs become unmanagable. So all those who are interested need only wait two weeks.

Two weeks is approximately six months in "Internet time", but I'm certain that you'll keep yourselves contained until then.

Trendspotting: Emo-morons.

If this Myspace Music profile serves as any indication -- Suburban City Tragedy -- oxymorons will soon dominate the clumsy poetics of Emo band naming. Now, Suburban Centre Tragedy would be correct because, as those with the patiences for municipal politics will know, suburbs are only cities in title. Suburbs are merely satellites to urban centres, which are cities proper. But perhaps I'm showing my age, because as I can recall, Emo kids write their own rules. I'll let the Emos have their suburban cities, as long as they promise to stop writing inconsolable, 'boy pines for girl' poetry.

Are you confused yet? That makes too of us.

Despite what little remains and how much is left to fancy, there's nothing that I can say that this clip does not say for itself.