Weekly Scoop Magazine has folded. (Maybe I have the un-midas touch?) I’m fairly bummed. Not because I loved the mag all that much, but because they paid really well. Boo-urns, I say. Boo-urns.
The summer issue of ION is out. Related new content appears on the Art and Books pages, respectively.
Now, onto the not-work:
This past weekend in Montreal was SUPER FUN. The Swann family, as a whole, is pretty much my favourite family ever. And yeah, I know every family has their issues, skeletons and blah blah blah, but these people are still amazing. Every time I see them I have fun. Every single time. Even when my “date” spends the whole night hitting on other women and leaving me to make small talk with people I don’t know. (Ahem, Craig, you bastard.) The only downside was the six-plus hour drive to Quebec in the un-air conditioned car, which quickly became a sauna, or perhaps more accurately, an actual hell on wheels. Anyhoo, a small series of photos is up on Flickr.
Upon arriving back in Toronto I quickly realized that I wasn’t in for as much socializing as I’d hoped, seeing as how most of my friends have real jobs (read: are suckers). So I drove up to Waterloo on Wednesday night, because apparently, in KW, everyone parties on Wednesdays, jobs or no. Very odd, but again, fun. Saw a local mostly-cover band (or more accurately, a pub-style guitar duo) called Skinny Fat (formerly, or maybe still also titled The Benefits of Doubt). Skinny’s real name is Ben Rollo. I liked him a little better than Fat. What I didn’t like was Thursday morning. Partying on Wednesdays may be better suited to people who aren’t me. Plus, sharing a bed with Craig is annoying. He’s got the jimmy legs.
Anyway, I’m just hanging out. I’ve seen some friends from Queen’s, and last night I saw some people from high school including Kenny Neal Jr., who I’ve been mostly out of touch with for years. Very retro.
Other than that I’ve just been obsessively playing with my new ipod (categorizing, cataloguing, fiddling, etc.) It’s super nerdy. Toronto is too hot. Could it be that I’m finally becoming a real West Coaster? Seems doubtful. Case in point: taxis. I’ve taken so many since I got here. It’s hard to resist when they’re so readily available. (Vancouver transit: you suck.)