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captain everyday of station navy blue

There will be a new Sloan album in June. Here’s hoping it’s even pinker and more filler-packed and more non-playable-in-some-car-stereos than the last!

10 + 10 = 101

I’ve been trying really hard to enjoy Radiohead lately.
I’d never really made that effort before. I have Kid A on vinyl cause I found it at Orange Monkey in Waterloo once, and I can appreciate it on a certain level. A certain, I-will-listen-to-this-on-average-once-every-two-years-while-drunk-or-lonely level. The rest of the Radiohead oeuvre, which I left largely unexplored [...]

god is watching us

“From a Distance” as hold music: merely annoying, or entirely inappropriate?

when snow covers the skylights i imagine we’re underground and the world above has been poisoned by our greed

They’re playing Sufjan Stevens on the Muzak. I don’t know what this place is anymore.

jesus came from outer space

The Mall’s idea of festive muzak is to play about a dozen different versions of “Santa Baby” recorded by a host of slutty female voices and slutty male voices and emotionless-yet-still-slutty digital vocoders.
Mix in some Bing and a few tracks from the soundtrack from Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown and you’ve got Xmas Shopping Funtimes.
I am [...]

simply having

For his mind-destroying and nauseating contributions to “contemporary” Christmas music, Paul McCartney has earned a place on my enemies list.

rare who roast beast

The X-mas decorations went up sometime between Sunday and today. The Bayfield Communal Commerce Pavilion is now home to several constellations of giant reflective balls. Every skylight cutout in the ceiling houses a festive almost-working replica of the Jupiter system.
My heart remains two sizes too small.
I’m sure The Management will take care of that by [...]

[theme song from undergrads]

“We’re already old,” she says, and continues grading her papers. We drink our coffee (daring, I think, because it’s almost bed time) and I flip a page in my paperback.
Saturday night at Casa Cappuccino is for fucking with time. Taunting it. The heavily bearding 40- and 50-year-old men at the back on the couches are [...]

don’t get used to yourself — you’re going to have to change

A woman who works here at the Bayfield Communal Commerce Necropolis, where youthful exuberance and small-business loans go to die, has dressed up as evangelical Christianity. Presumably for Hallowe’en. It was funny for the few seconds it took her to walk boldly past my kiosk. But then I thought about it until I was offended. [...]

save a horse — ride a lawnmower

A wedding is no longer a one-day event. It spans months and is composed of several preliminary gatherings in plain clothes before a catered climax in coordinating colours. It is a time for celebration, but also for reflection, and for integrating the results of these reflections into your everyday life. A wedding is like Black [...]