the sparkles are on the inside

And then: Oldboy. The Korean original. Otherwise travelling under the guise of: insane-o-vision, close-crazy-captioning and whacko-scope. Dystopias in miniature, an undercurrent of evil, revenge and bad luck, some ruin from within. With fight scenes! Not for the average North American audience, which only made me like it more.

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So CBC is getting pushed out of the hockey business (a long, slow push – but still). Normally I'd file this under Who Cares but then I saw an editorial (in the Globe, of all places) laying out how this could be a good thing, how it might allow the CBC to stop chasing commercial success (and, by extension, advertising dollars) with expensive programming, and go back to being the home of Things the Private Sector Will Not Do, and thus find its soul again.

Let someone else run Wheel of Fortune.

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And now: the belly-busting barf-fest called CHRISTMAS is only three weeks away, and en route will see some of the glossiest and sleaziest means of manipulation yet invented. 'Tis the spirit, so buy in, get with the program and be part of the team. THE TEAM OF GIVING AND TAKING. Mostly taking. And binge drinking, and grotesque calorie counts, and forced cheer in the workplace, and uncomfortable family gatherings, and the most useless kind of debt. O Roman emperors, if only you had shown more faith in your persecutions! You could have saved us all a bundle.

Because none of us are better off, and the lilies of the field are long forgotten.

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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