some noiseless patient spiders

The thing about Netflix: you indulge the counter-instinct when it comes to old movies, ones you've passed by a thousand times in the video store. You say, What the hell, I've never seen it. Two recent spectacles:

Coptown

An all-star cast that looks just TERRIBLE. Ray Liotta, in particular, appears to have escaped from rehab. Homeless. De Niro has the facial hair of a depraved Kinsmen, Harvey Keitel wears shirts fresh from the rummage bin at Winners, and Sylvester Stallone sports a sheriff's hat that literally does not fit on his head. It looks like a pylon with wings.

A sheriff's hat!

Also: something about corrupt cops who all live in the same small town.

Wonderland

Wow. Sometimes you forget about the Val Kilmer who wasn't a wet, bloated pillow. Who was young and quick and had a jaw that cut bread. Another all-star cast here, although more in the cameo department. Paris Hilton!

Also, something about drugs, murder and a guy with a huge ding-a-ling.

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Found this fella on the street the other day. Who throws away Tennessee? O right, everyone.

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A recent school trip to an orchard, where goofballs are always in season.

Another death knell for the bees.

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Copies of my new book came in this week, and are now in the shop. After November 1st, Dark All Day will available from Amazon, SPD, Fjords and various booksellers across the United States. It has pictures! Loads of them!

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Villains, also in the shop.

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Recently my friend Merle sent me a large, lovely painting, completely out of the blue. The best way to get one. This is a detail.

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Upstart Press launched another title last night – Cheryl Sutherland's Alchemy: A Geography of Love. Congratulations, Cheryl!

And have a good weekend, everyone. C is taking in Flashdance, the Musical, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.

glamour, by extension

C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *

the indisputable weight of the ocean

People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m

Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail. Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on . * * * * * C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK ( Whatever , I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and

red-handed

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