From my walk home tonight — a mini shuffle mix, for my lovely friends, scattered around the world.


Title credit: The Gaslight Anthem, Blue Jeans and White T-shirts


I love Jan Terri. If anyone foresaw the youtube viral explosion back before 14.4 dial-up was a thing, they would have given her every penny of the $300 she needed to record/produce/star in her music videos.

And whenever I am doubting the validity of the book / photog / etc project I am working, I find another one of her gems, and in 2 – 4 minutes, everything makes sense.

Title credit: Jan Terri, Get Down Goblin


Listening to this album:



(streaming here for who knows how long)

and wondering where the quirkypoppy Islands went…





You know, these guys:

New album song titles include: This Is Not a Song, No Crying, Can’t Feel My Face, Lonely Love, Cold Again. Man, someone turned up the saaaaaad*.

Title credit: Islands, Don’t call me Whitney, Bobby **
*which, of course, makes me like them more.
** I know, I know.

Yesterday I was on the streetcar when an Occupy TO rep started a human mic, outlined the unfair TTC fare hikes and reduced service, while explaining how to start our own movements, and let our voices be heard. I had just looked at Ian Willms Occupy eviction photographs and, for once, wasn’t wearing my block-out-the-world headphones on public transit. It was… interesting to see/hear the reactions around me. I feel like actions like this, or Charlie Veitch’s megaphone interactions raise awareness in a way that may not be quantifiable, aside from youtube views, but is ultimately a success  as it gets people talking who may not otherwise have given a movement or idea a second thought. Even the grumpy guy, responding to the human mic (shouting) “what about those of us who don’t want to listen to people shouting on the streetcar!” His anti-stance made me feel even closer to the for-stance.

And then I saw this:

and remembered that people line up to be the first to get into a store and buy a bunch of tacky sht they don’t need.

Reality bites.


If ever there was an anthem for how I feel right now, this is it:

Held like water in your shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall. Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay, enlist the cat in the impending class-war. Let’s lay our bad day down here, dear and make-believe we’re strong, or hum some protest song. Like maybe “We Shall Overcome Someday.” Overcome the stupid things we say. Say I needed more than this, say I needed one more kiss. We left that light on way too long now. Let’s plant a bomb at city-hall and kill an MLA. We’ll talk the night away. You call in sick, I’ll quit the word-games that I play. I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine. Cynicism falls asleep. Tyranny talks to itself. Sappy slogans all come true. We forget to feed our fear.

Title and above lyrics credit: The Weakerthans, Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist


This message from my spam-trapper caught my attention, seconds before I clicked delete:

“shapes, catering towards require associated with little web sites for you to complex bigger”

I have been having that trigger-shy feeling, lately. Big things on the horizon, but those big things require little things to happen to start the rolling.

When this happens, my to-do list gets longer, and I drink a lot of coffee and wait for the day when BAM, something happens that keeps me up until 5am, and then gets me out of bed at 8am to keep working. And so on.

My working method is a lot like the bastard child of the grasshopper and the ant. Not particularly sustainable, but after a few decades of race-to-the-finish-line, stop, look around, race, pause, race — it has become *almost* predictable.

So almost predicting my working methods means – prepping for bursts, organizing the crap out of all my projects, and sometimes being okay giving myself a push instead of waiting for divine-tervention. ‘Cause my days of believing in something divine have past. I took too much philosophy in undergrad to believe. Beeeelieve.

The unsustainable aspect of this method makes me look into new productivity methods every now and then. For shits and giggles and procrastinatory purposes.

So – do I time box? life hack? become a time ninja? How do you Get Things Done? Opening this up to comments – does anyone notcrazy still comment on blogs?

To start off, I think I need to listen to Ryan Kuhlmann‘s advice and complex bigger.

Title credit: Ben Folds, From Above