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Thursday, 17 August 2006
The Yellow Dot-tawa Project

I was at Spins & Needles yesterday (what a wonderful event that is, and still going like gangbusters) and got conscripted, along with everyone else present, for the Yellow Dot-tawa Project. This sounds great. It's inspired by the Yellow Arrow Project, and brings together love of the urban world, and a certain amount of fascination with collective and culture (and possibly chaos theory.) 

So we all got six yellow dots. The assignment is to take your dots and stick them on or near locations that are significant to you. Then, for the next couple of months, be on the lookout for other people's dots, and go back to visit your dots and see if anyone else has put a dot up there. Watch the dots multiply around town. Part of the fun of it, I think, is seeing the dots and knowing you're part of something that other people might totally miss. Those little significant details that are only significant to a particular group, but right out there in the public space. Ooh, that's nifty. 

Then there's part two of the project: Take a picture of your dot. If you have a Flickr account you can upload it there with the tag "yellowdottawaproject," and if you don't have an account, the nice people at Spins & Needles will upload it for you. And then you can go back to Flickr.com and search for the term "yellowdottawaproject" and see what happens! 

If you want to play - office supply stores sell sheets of color coding labels. Just pick some up and have fun! 

 

Tonight I'm going to hit Synaesthesia - overlapping disciplines to see what happens! Right up my alley. Arts Court Theatre, 7:00. 

 

And as another note - if you weren't at Cafe Dekcuf last Saturday for Dave Lauzon's show, you can listen to it on the Live Music Archive. His two opening guitarists were also a whole lot of fun and I'm sorry they're not available on this archive. . . 


Posted by Kathryn Hunt at 10:06 AM EDT
Updated: Thursday, 17 August 2006 10:38 AM EDT
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Monday, 14 August 2006

Check out the events this week - going to be busy! More reasons for me to procrastinate from the job hunt...

In particular -

SYNAESTHESIA
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
Arts Court Theatre and Lounge (2 Daly Ave.)
7:00 PM - 11:00 PM
All Ages

An exercise in overlapping artistic disciplines (music, theatre, word, photography and paint). Featuring performance sets by

My Dad vs Yours, and DECA Playwrights' Fringe comedy "Love Me...Now!"

... and "Last Tracks: Songs to Listen to Before You Die": Spoken word performances by local writers on the last song they'd ever want to hear.
Featuring Cameron Anstee, Amanda Earl, David Emery, Festrell, Peter Gibbon, Ian O. Graham, Marcus McCann, Holly Price, Esther Splett, and Sean Zio.

Tickets are available in advance at the Arts Court Box Office (2 Daly Ave.) for $10. A limited number of tickets will also be sold at the door for $12, so make sure you get yours early.

Visit http://www.capitalsyn.com for more info.

There's also OutSpoken:  The QueerAction Spoken Word Show, happening on the 19th of August from 7-9 at Mother Tongue Books... featuring young queer writers.



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Saturday, 12 August 2006
Reinforcement of something you already know

This last week, I was on a mission. To buy one book, and one book only - Phil Jenkins's An Acre of Time, a lovely book about the history of Ottawa as seen through an abandoned acre in LeBreton Flats. And I live in the South End, so I took the bus downtown, planning to head down to Collected Works, where I knew it was most likely going to be on the shelves. But it's a long way on the #2, so, despite my better instincts and the whispering of the good consumer citizen on my shoulder - I decided just to zip through the Chapters on Rideau and check to see if it was there. Just to save myself the ride out to Westboro and all. I know, you can smack me later. 

I walked into the Chapters past the smell of the Starbucks, dodging the pyramidal stacks of Books You Should Read Right Now Because Everyone Else Is arranged by theme that try to trip you up at the door. Headed straight for "Local Interest."  Nothing. The store smelled antiseptic - and the sheer size of the place. Stacks and stacks of glossy books. An unpleasant smell. Fluorescent lights, escalators. Employees in vests. You know. This is obvious. I decided to cut it short and check the computer terminal. The book wasn't in stock (although I could order it on line from the service desk and get it sometime around Easter of next year if my past experiences are any guide.) 

I ticked the "yes, I would have bought this book if you'd had it in stock" button on the self-serve computer, walked out, and caught a #2 out to Westboro, where I got out at Holland, and headed into Collected Works. 

Where people were browsing and talking, there was a pot of coffee on a hotplate and some bakery-type stuff for sale, and comfy chairs, space to sit out front in the sun, the light was warm, the ceilings were comfortingly un-monumental, and the small tables and shelves were piled with selected books. I walked into the warm and bright back room, where the children's books are, and was instantly hit with a memory of some of the best children's bookstores in Canada, because my parents religiously sought them out when we were young. I discovered a new Charles de Lint book and suddenly had the perfect birthday gift for my niece as well as the book I'd come for. And when I asked the guy if they had An Acre of Time, he went straight to the shelf and handed me my copy. 

I know, you know all this. I just thought the contrast was striking enough that it bears reminding. It's occasionally easy to decide not to take the extra bus, and to hit the superstore. But every so often, I'm reminded that it's not really worth it. 


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Thursday, 10 August 2006
Fired on Yo' Day Off

Putting in a plug for this play. I know it's the same day as S. James Curtis' reading at Mother Tongue Books (see below) - but check it out, there are two shows, so you can do both! I know I'm going to.  



Acclaimed Cleveland playwright brings hit stage-play to Ottawa for two performances

When:            Saturday, August 19, 2006

Location:      The Bronson Centre, 211 Bronson Ave.

Time:             Matinee 4:30 pm and 7:00 pm

Tickets:         Advance $15.00, $20 at the door
  • A&H Records, 256 Bank St.
  • Cell World Canada, Rideau Centre
  • Cell World Canada, Bayshore Shopping Centre
  • Lucas Nault Hair Studio, 232 Laurier Ave. East

Think you've got problems?  What if you owned a Hair & Nail Salon where one employee yells a barrage of Tourette Syndrome induced insults at you and your customers?  Another employee invents ongoing battles with Beyoncé Knowles while letting the hair of some of your best clients fall out.  Your nail technician is a clairvoyant who delivers messages from God.  The manager and best hair-dresser keeps complaining that the stress is making his ovaries flutter.  And then you have to deal with the clients.  All Quetta Lewis wants to do is run the best salon in the city and find the father who walked out the door of her childhood and never came back.

T.Y. Martin is a relentless and prolific talent who has written and directed over 20 of his own plays.  He spent eight years touring as a stand-up comedian, and the past ten years working as an actor in various touring and film productions.  In 2005 his production of the same name was profiled in the documentary "If You Love Me Why Do You Cheat?" as part of the New York Film Festival; where the work was described as "ferocious, fresh and funny."  The cast of "Fired on Yo' Day Off" introduces significant new talents to Ottawa audiences and features Q The Romantic Revolutionary, winner of the 2005 CBC Poetry Face-Off.

Posted by Kathryn Hunt at 1:03 PM EDT
Updated: Monday, 14 August 2006 12:58 PM EDT
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Wordplay and Foreplay and a Foreword
Topic: publishing

This is a foreword I just wrote for Storm and Other Poems, a book coming out soon from Dusty Owl. Thought I'd share. The author (Steve Curtis: I covered his launch last fall in Peterborough) will be in town for a reading at Mother Tongue Books on August 19th: stay tuned for more details or ask at Mother Tongue about the QueerAction reading!

Wordplay and foreplay and a foreword

             When I first met S. James Curtis, I thought he wrote gay erotica. Good erotica, where there are personalities, realities, and where the end goal really is, even in this day and age, True Love. But I thought, that's this guy's niche, that's what he does. It didn't take me long to figure out that boy, was I wrong. He's way more than a one trick pony . . . although if you're looking for erotic, don't worry; even the political stuff in this book has its whiff of sweat.

            Curtis has a tendency to surprise you right out of your preconceptions. His porn is tender, his autobiography is psychology, his erudition is foulmouthed, he's looking for a basic hot fuck and a white picket fence at the same time and he knows it, and he's some kind of cyberphilosopher capable of seeing the deeper significance of Super Mario. It's not just that the personal is political here, it's that the personal is public, and in this world everything public becomes political. He's walking firmly in the footsteps of the confessional poets and the Beats, but he's doing it on Myspace with a high-speed connection, a home recording studio and the online sphere of instamatic art.

            He's also a writer who can and does write anywhere, anytime, on the bus, in bars, on scratch pads at work and in the middle of the night. I once watched him paintstakingly scrawling out, letter by letter, the first few paragraphs of a short story on a Palm Pilot in the middle of a karaoke show, because he had an idea. I watched ‘Assembly' get written over bacon and eggs and eight cups of bad coffee in a flyspeck diner.

            There's a show he's putting on - a show where the bars are sordid and he's drunk and horny or drunk and depressed or drunk and sick, where all the decent men are straight or closeted and you get the idea that in his head, hell, they're all closeted, bastards, and the goddamn cabs never stop when you're staggering and just want to get to the poutine stand before you go home.

            But then he turns around and rips right through all that - and straight to your raw guts just when you weren't expecting it - with something like ‘Madeline' or ‘Personal' or ‘Vanilla' or ‘Lower the Flag.' And if you do nothing else, read his stuff out loud, listen to the changes he rings with sound and ideas, something that isn't done enough these days. "I want to make love / I want to build it up from its component parts / Hormones, pheromones / his moans, feral moans / that fill whatever room is / convenient at the time."

Or check this out: "Keep me planted on all fours / You plowing me / and we grow / and grow / and grow / we are human agriculture / animal husbandry / so maybe I am thinking of a kind of marriage..." Not only is this very hot, it's got a half-dozen nifty little wordplays tucked into it.

            And then there's ‘Storm,' the title poem - a grand shout that bows graciously in the direction of its ancestor ‘Howl' and then heads off into the street where the rain becomes a metaphor for connection and inevitability, where the ideas of building storms and power and pressure and release get run through all their connotations - a street that's both messier and more hopeful, in the long run, than Ginsberg's.

            And I think that's one of the things I love about this poetry; it's human, it's hopeful; even at its most despairing, it's exuberant, and it's cold-eyed clear on the complications of wanting love and sex to be the same thing, wanting the world and yourself to wake up and figure out what's important, wanting to be able to change things and yet still wanting the world to leave you alone. "Guess I'm greedy that way," he says in ‘Personal.'

            That, and it's funny and erotic and moving and angry and sonorous and prosaic and poetic, and in this book, it's combined with Curtis's scribbly black-and-white illustrations, which range from doodle-like additions to the page to full-on graphic expressions of the poems (and check out the frowning taxi.) The drawings interact with the poems, helping to convey the rawness that's at the heart of this collection. They work together to bring you an honest book written in barrooms and buses, in diners and lunchrooms, and that's guaranteed to move you, in a lot of different ways, and many times over.


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Updated: Monday, 14 August 2006 1:00 PM EDT
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Wednesday, 2 August 2006
Under the Bridge Downtown

This Saturday from noon on there's a hip hop festival happening under the Dunbar Bridge, where Bronson Street crosses the Rideau River.

MCs and DJs from across Canada, Bboys and Bgirls, graf artists doing their thing all day on a legal graffiti wall, music, poetry and break dance battles. . . I'm posting it here because hip hop culture is such a culture of the word. Words become visual art, the lines between music and poetry get really hazy, and all of it brings out the innate political power of words - not even necessarily what you say with them, but what you do with them. 

Check it out. Oh yeah, and there will be break dance lessons and a history of hip hop workshop. The spoken word segment is from 1:30-2:00 (for those of you interested in the poetry angle.)


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Monday, 31 July 2006
the one book meme
I was tagged for this by Amanda Earl... 

an intriguing idea via rob mclennan.

1. One book that changed your life:

For the silly (or maybe not so silly, depending on how you look at it) response to this: one book that changed my life was probably a roleplaying game rulebook. I'll semiarbitrarily pick the rulebook for Mechwarrior, which might have been the first one I used, although in itself it didn't have much effect on my personality (I was way more affected by the World of Darkness books from White Wolf Game Studio - from my environmental and social convictions on up.)

You're looking at me like I'm an übergeek now, right? But the fact is, getting into roleplaying games both introduced me to most of what is now my life - my friends, my interests, my passions, the places I've been and the causes I champion -  and also managed to suck my time, creative energy, money, academic grades and physical well-being for years. They've been both a good thing and a bad thing. But I would definitely not be who I am now, at all, if it weren't for them.

I don't know if I can think of another transformative book that would have the power to redeem me from the shadow of nerdiness that has now descended on me. Um ... how about the book in the next question? Can it do double duty?

2. One book that you've read more than once:

This one's easy. Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum. I first read it in my teens, and for a while whenever I travelled I had a copy of it with me. I can't count how often I've read it. My copy is battered and the cover's been replaced with tape twice. It's such a dense book that the first two or three times I read it I'm sure I didn't understand any of it, and I think I was just reading it again as an act of literary machismo, in reaction to people saying, "You're reading that? I tried, but.... wow. You must be hardcore." But then I started to really get into it, and I've been rereading it ever since.

As a result of my enthusiasm for Foucault's Pendulum, my parents have started buying me a copy of each of Eco's new books as they come out, for birthdays and Christmases. I have everything from The Name of the Rose to The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, as well as a couple of collections of his essays. I don't get tired of the man.

3. One book you'd want on a desert island:

The Worst Case Scenario Handbook, of course. Or the much-rumoured, often-banned The Anarchist's Cookbook, for the handy survival skills and how to perform an appendectomy on yourself without tools.

I would also bring along a lifetime supply of paper and a Pen Of Eternal Ink so I could write my own stories for entertainment.

4. One book that made you laugh:

Can I say a comic book? Preacher, created by Garth Innes and Steve Dillon, has a couple of scenes that made me fall over laughing (and a couple of scenes that disgusted me, and a couple of scenes that gave me nightmares.) But, as I can't probably say a comic book . . .  

Cryptonomicon, by Neal Stephenson, caused me to laugh out loud on a city bus. It's really hard to explain why. Read it. If you laugh at the bit where the mathematicians figure out how to divide their inheritance, or at the phrase "Abandon shit!," let me know.

5. One book that made you cry:

The Golden Gate, by Vikram Seth. A novel told in sonnets. I haven't cried that hard over a book in ages.  I'm such a sucker for pathos.

6. One book that you wish had been written:

My father's unwritten children's fantasy novel. I'd have loved to have read it. My dad's got a great eye for children's literature that avoids truisms, easy-outs, cliches, oversimplification, magic that doesn't make sense, and icky subtexts. And his two heroes would have quoted Monty Python to each other all the way through it.

7. One book that you wish had never been written:

I could pick a book I just didn't like but I don't know if I'd wish it had never been written, just that I'd wish I hadn't had to read it - something like Hard Times by Charles Dickens. A book I wish hadn't been written at all would have to be a book I think is dangerous, and that's hard. I'm mildly annoyed by The da Vinci Code, but who isn't? (Besides, see the above reference to Foucault's Pendulum - I've already got my conspiracy book thanks.) So I'll be silly and say that if Jacques Derrida had never written anything, I wouldn't have had to get into so many arguments in college. So there.

8. One book you're currently reading:

The Alchemy of Stars: a collection of Rhysling Award winners (the Rhysling Awards are given for science fiction poetry). Edited by Roger Dutcher and Mike Allen. Some of it is silly; some of it is disturbing, some of it is gorgeous.

9. One book you've been meaning to read:

Ever since Jian Ghomeshi announced "Canada Intends to Read" on CBC's Sounds Like Canada a month or so ago I've been feeling guilty - I said I'd try to read Ulysses with him and then just plain didn't. But then isn't everyone 'meaning to read' Ulysses? I also go through bouts, every so often, of wanting to go back to trying to read everything by H. Rider Haggard. It's just this thing I have for cheeseball adventure fiction.

[9b) Supplement: Most memorable book you've read in the last year or so:

This one is also easy. Snow Crash, also by Neal Stephenson (he's getting two mentions!) I can't help it, I just find myself in conversations saying, "You know, that's just like in Snow Crash where..." or getting into discussions about religion, politics, western culture, economics, or language and realizing that my illustrations or examples are all coming from that book. Changed some of my ideas. Clarified some others. Made me think things about the mind and the world that I didn't think before. Plus it's funny, a great ride, and would make a hell of a miniseries. All this and it's SF? Who knew?

So... Have my picks surprised anyone yet? Disappointed anyone yet? Confused anyone yet?

10. Now tag five people:

Sean Zio, S. James Curtis, John W. MacDonald's already been tagged hasn't he ... um, need more bloggers - Christine Paul and ... okay, can I get away with three and a half tags? 

What kind of geek am I if I only know a handful of people online? 


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Sunday, 30 July 2006
Where's the Next Hunter S?
Now Playing: Steeleye Span

A friend sent me this link to a cool article. What happened to gonzo journalism and what would it take to resurrect it in a form that responds to the 21st century? 

The Next Gonzo Journalism


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Updated: Sunday, 30 July 2006 1:35 PM EDT
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Serendipity
Topic: readings

Incidentally, I'm back from vacation (you'll note the gap; apologies, but I was on the East Coast.)

If I hadn't been having a picnic with Steve and Cathy Zytveld yesterday evening in the Park of the Provinces (below Christ Church Cathedral) we wouldn't have spotted rob mclennan biking up the Parkway. We wouldn't have yelled, "rob! get over here for some couscous and wine!" and he would not then have told us that jwcurry was going to be reading all of bpNichol's Martyrologies at the gazebo behind Parliament Hill. 

And we would have missed out on an exemplary moment of Ottawa's true oddness. Ottawa seems like such a vanilla place until you get to know it, and as we walked past the setup for the Sound and Light show on the Peace Tower, it seemed both pretty and totally conventional. Then we got to the gazebo. There was a gorgeous sunset going on over the Ottawa River, and a small group of people were milling around the gazebo. We signed a 'guest registry' (the back of a lined notebook) and grabbed a seat with what was left of our picnic, and around 8:00 jwcurry got up, pulled his shirt off, and started reading, after a short preamble about the possible breaks we might have to take for the Sound and Light show and where in the process he might, or might not, say something about the book. This is a seven-volume poem, and it's hypnotic when you get into it, with all kinds of sound changes being rung, themes cropping up again and again, a voice that roams across Canada and through decades - and it's almost as impressive to try to read the whole thing out loud and maintain enough energy. If anyone can do it though ... 

We had to take a break for the fireworks show over the Casino in Hull, and it was fun watching the confusion of the tourists coming up to the gazebo before we paused and trying to figure out what was going on. The sun went down, it got dark, but the gazebo is illuminated slightly, so the reading went on. Someone else had also brought some wine, and there might have been 14 or 15 people there at the most. Who comes out to hear a poet read a six-hour-long poem? A surprisingly diverse bunch, as it turns out. I had to leave at midnight, as we were getting to the end of Volume 3, and there were still about eight people gathered in a corner of the gazebo. As jwcurry said, "if it gets to be three in the morning and I'm still here reading to no one, that'll be. . . neat."

Charles Earl took this picture. Check out his site at www.charlesearl.com.

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Updated: Sunday, 30 July 2006 1:31 PM EDT
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Friday, 30 June 2006
So very tired....
Topic: Writing

I'm just really tired. I don't know if I'll be able to finish the story, and at the moment I'm just slogging along wishing it was midnight.... but then I keep remembering that I have to at least try to finish it. Three and a quarter more hours...

... and the space around my computer looks like I've been living here for the last day and a half. Scary. 

(a little later)

Second wind? Maybe not. But a certain amount of desparation has gone out of this. I know I'm going to expand this a lot when I go back to it. And I know I might not get to what I'd consider an ending.

But I can start an ending.  And the point is not to write a good novel in three days.


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