There are two types of people in the world, those that like drafting and those that are sane. I certainly don't fall into the former category, so I'm putting away my 4H for a while and taking a break. Mainly because I just spilled coffee all over my assignment (I'm seriously beginning to think all liquid should come in tippy cups). Drafting, derived from the Latin words draftificus ridiculous, literally translates to mean that which gives people headaches and bad eyesight. All right, maybe I'm lying , but it definitely feels that way sometimes. Drafting is a test of patience, ...Read More
I once said that Will Sheff from Okkervil had the best hair ever. As it turns out, Jason Collett can definitely compete for the title. That guy has awesome, awesome hair. I should do an entire post devoted to comparing their respective haircuts. This is just one of the many perils of the omnipresent Man Crush: unnecessary gushing and fawning at all times. Would I bend Jason Collett over in the library? An emphatic 'Yes.' is my answer. Yes I would. Homoerotic fantasies aside, however, the guy puts on a wicked fucking show.
I saw Jason once before, at ...Read More
Every year, as the nominees for the Giller Prize are announced, I'm both intrigued by the choices of notable contemporary Canadian fiction, and saddened that Margaret Atwood, for another year, has exercised her hegemonic weight over the Canadian literary world. It seems as though Canadian authors must always live beneath the piercing gaze of her aggressive pseudo-feminist influence, leaving much of the alternative literary world to pity the poor authors that inevitably, through being chosen, have been tied to Margaret Atwood's taste. This year's list of finalists includes:
• Through Black Spruce by Joseph Boyden
• Barnacle Love by Anthony Da Sa
• ...Read More
