Jul 18
pic nicked from here Blogging about blogging is even worse than writing about writing. It’s usually a sign that a blog is a dead or that the author has nothing to say. (The mainstream media should think about that before they write another story about the struggles faced by the mainstream media.) I often see …
Jul 13
Jeff Lemire at Toronto Comic Arts Festival on Vimeo on Vimeo Because Jeff Lemire’s new Vertigo comic book, The Nobody, was released on July 8th and because my posts that were strictly video, no text, were lost during the switch, I’m reposting this. It’s a short conversation we had about his upcoming work, Sweet Tooth, …
Jul 12
To the Canadian election. That’s right; we’re having one too. This is an exciting time for a Canadian. We get to go out and vote. They let us do this every few years. It’s good for morale. It allows the people to feel like they have some sort of say in the governance of their …
Jul 12
I haven’t been posting very much lately. Been busy entertaining a friend from the states.
Jul 12
It must be because I wear a suit. People often jump to the erroneous conclusion that I like to socialize. They think I’m dressed to impress someone other than me. And I very occasionally end up in the place to be seen with the people to be seen with. I don’t care less about any …
Jul 12
Every artist should look down the barrel of a gun named failure and ask themselves: If no one ever reads or looks at any of this and I never make a cent doing it, is it still worthwhile? If the answer is no, they should pull the trigger. Just quit. If the answer is yes, …
Jul 12
This year, Toronto’s fashion bloggers are taking a starring role at L’Oreal Fashion Week. Well, I suppose that explains the recent ethics hubbub. It also explains why people kept asking me if I’m going to L’Oreal Fashion Week. I didn’t really know that it was going on. I should have but it just didn’t register …
Jul 12
I awoke at ten today. Typically, this would be very early. Today it was very late. Shalome had a plane to catch and I had a wedding to attend. The good news is that awaking two hours late made any sort of sentimental goodbye impossible. We just ran about the house swearing and grabbing things …
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
