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27/11/2003

Trans-fat blooz

Filed under: the body human — graigkent @ 1:17 pm

Trans fats are a mystery… they’re hidded from the health labels that all products are required to have in Canada so really the average consumer has no idea it’s in there.
And trans fat is particularly nasty, as it’s the most likely ingredient to cause heart disease, perhaps even diabetes, Alzheimer’s and premature birth.
MSN today has a telling article on what foods and food groupings contain the most trans fats:
excerpts for the lazy clicker:


The Top 10 “Trans Fat” Foods:
1. Spreads. Margarine is a twisted sister — it’s loaded with trans fats and saturated fats, both of which can lead to heart disease. Other non-butter spreads and shortening also contain large amounts of trans fat and saturated fat
2. Packaged foods. Cake mixes, Bisquick, and other mixes all have several grams of trans fat per serving
3. Soups. Ramen noodles and soup cups contain very high levels of trans fat.
4. Fast Food. Bad news here: Fries, chicken, and other foods are deep-fried in partially hydrogenated oil. Even if the chains use liquid oil, fries are sometimes partially fried in trans fat before they’re shipped to the restaurant. Pancakes and grilled sandwiches also have some trans fat, from margarine slathered on the grill.
5. Frozen Food. Those yummy frozen pies, pot pies, waffles, pizzas, even breaded fish sticks contain trans fat. Even if the label says it’s low-fat, it still has trans fat.
6. Baked Goods. Even worse news — more trans fats are used in commercially baked products than any other foods. Doughnuts contain shortening in the dough and are cooked in trans fat.
Cookies and cakes (with shortening-based frostings) from supermarket bakeries have plenty of trans fat. Some higher-quality baked goods use butter instead of margarine, so they contain less trans fat, but more saturated fat.
7. Chips and Crackers. Shortening provides crispy texture. Even “reduced fat” brands can still have trans fat. Anything fried (like potato chips and corn chips) or buttery crackers have trans fat.
8. Breakfast food. Breakfast cereal and energy bars are quick-fix, highly processed products that contain trans fats, even those that claim to be “healthy.”
9. Cookies and Candy. Look at the labels; some have higher fat content than others. A chocolate bar with nuts — or a cookie — is likely to have more trans fat than gummy bears.
10. Toppings and Dips. Nondairy creamers and flavored coffees, whipped toppings, bean dips, gravy mixes, and salad dressings contain lots of trans fat.

It’s, at this point, nigh-impossible to eliminate trans fats from your diet, but you can certainly cut back.
And because Emma is allergic to Hydroginated Vegetable Oil and Vegetable Oil Shortening (the main sources of trans fatty acid) I eat as little pre-packaged food as possible, opting for pasta, rice, meat, potatoes, veggies and fruit more than anything else.
I still love cereal, but will be more careful in choosing what I eat. And I’ve pretty much eliminated all frozen foods from my diet (perogis and ice cubes excepted).
CTV has a whole special web section dedicated to trans fat. There you will find new studies regarding trans fat, as well as the advocacy of trans fat labelling.
Another thing to note is trans fat is transferred from mother to baby, not only in the womb, but through breast milk as well, in many instances replacing essential fatty acids the body needs to develop properly. The rapid increase in use of trans fat in foods in North America, coupled with this revelation could explain a lot about the state of overweight children these days.
Finally, isn’t this interesting:


In Denmark, regulators have taken a dim view of trans. The country has adopted legislation that limits trans fats to between two and five grams per 100 grams of oil, depending on the product. Since that’s a tiny amount, the rules are essentially a ban on trans fats. For example, a product labelled trans-fat free in Canada and the U.S. can contain approximately triple the ratio of trans fats to total fats allowable in Denmark.
“Instead of educating mothers about the dangers of trans fat, we have simply removed them,” says Dr. Steed Stender of the Danish Nutrition Council

Smart move, cause, you know, people, en masse, are dumb dumb dumbass.
Now, I want a danish, cherry… with cream cheese.
Here’s what Health Canada has to say about it, in a letter to CTV:


” If nursing mothers wishing to reduce their intake of trans fatty acids, they can do so by avoiding commercially fried foods and baked goods containing fat, not baking with shortening or stick margarines and choosing tub margarines, preferably with trans fat labelling.”

Thanks for looking out for us. We appreciate it.

24/11/2003

wrap-up of the last bit

Filed under: DeeVee, Live, On Disc, Tele, mini-review — gkentetc @ 11:22 pm

Friday: El Mocambo - the Parkas
the band was ill and headachey but still rocked ass, less so than before, but still they are consummate performers
The Flints opened up with a solid set by this unique band. How unique? They made a rock opera out of Rain Man in the song called “Idiot Savant”. Their sound waves through grassroots country and blues to lush rock in the same song, filled out with two keyboards and a trombone. I got a mini disk, but have yet to listen to it. Of note, the drummer is the guy from Flashing Light which is very cool.
Saturday night I caught “Reality Bites”on Bravo… you know, the early 90’s Ben Stiller-directed film that was the voice of a generation… a voice which has become, well, dated, and ripe for parody, and perhaps even a little bit of homage… but the film, for what it is, is weak. Some okay performances by Winona, Garofalo, Ethan, and Zahn (steve not paula) but the script is lacking conviction. It’s a good time capsule for the era, much like the “Breakfast Club”, but it’s also now hokey and contrived generality of said era.
Sunday night I watched the 6:00 Disney movie (which I havn’t done in years… I miss the Walt Disney/Mutual of Omaha cold opens) “Remember the Titans”. It’s your typical based-on-a-true-story-feel-good-racial-integration-era-small-town-football movie, but it has good acting by the cast and a lot of heart. It’s not genre busting, nor is it life changing, but it’s engaging and not offensive (except when it’s meant to be).
Started watching the Singing Detective (the BBC mini, borrowed from Josie) and have ploughed through the first three episodes (195 minutes) in what felt like no time flat.
I’m not going to say too much before I watch it all, but the writing is completely on-point and the story builds layers upon layers upon layers in a mastercraft of television that really, I don’t think I’ve ever seen. I’ve never read nor seen a story like this, and I’m completely entranced. I must add this set to my wishlist.

I’ve taken names, and now…

Filed under: geek — graigkent @ 11:18 pm

boxofcards.jpg
I’ve decided that it’s just too much to try and remember in my head who has what and where they have it and when they got it and why, in fact, I gave it to them.
I’d been thinking about this for a while.
Then the opportunity reared its head in the form on honest-to-magog library check-out cards, and thus I ranneth witheth iteth. So now, for every DVD I own, there is a corresponding card to go along with it…
And thanks to our friends over at Triple Double You I’ve got this sexy cigar boite to store any checked out cards so they shall never get lost again.
So I know who you are people, and I know what you got. Be afraid, be very afraid… and thanks for renting Queenwest Video.

22/11/2003

broadcast w/manitoba @ the bowery ballroom.

Filed under: nightlife (new york) — gak @ 1:20 pm

2003 november 20. gracing the bowery over the past two nights were broadcast. broadcast currently tour as a five piece and they’re a throwback to the british art rock scene of the 1960s. they perform with what looks to be vintage equipment and the only light on stage is from the trippy background visuals: projected images of old science films and oil prints on a white backdrop and the lead singer, who looks like she could out-model twiggy with her marvelous jet black bangs (or fringe, as is the british vernacular).

however, the sound is what defines them, which feels like a modern throwback to the experimental underground. the rhythm section maintains a lockgroove that allows the guitar and keyboard/FX to float around in their electrostatic haze, colouring the music impressionistically. the vocals ground the treble mayhem, with an effortless tranquility that beguiles.

broadcast were brilliantly supported by manitoba, who have been touring over the past year. i had seen dan snaith’s act a few months back as manitoba played with prefuse 73 and four tet at southpaw (graig’s review of the toronto show) and they blew everyone else out of the water. this time around, the scene was familiar: a trio, faces masked, hopping from instrument to instrument. most of the time, it was a double drumkit attack with a guitar, but there would be frequent changes to the keyboards, melodica and xylophone whilst DVD footage of childlike imagery (crayon drawings coming alive, large-headed people playing the woods, dancing puppets and so much more) would carry any of the vocals and background noise. it’s outstanding to believe that manitoba was a laptop act before turning into a psychedelic salad of folky beats. admittedly, the band was visibly tired (and there’s only one bear mask left!) but they managed to push out an aggressively fun set that captivated the uninitiated and pleased the converted.

a hawk & a hacksaw opened on the first night, but i missed the one-man act completely. he plays drums with broadcast and he did that well. based on the samples on the site, he’s very much experimental himself, but it’s very spartan.

21/11/2003

HELLBOY!

Filed under: ent — graigkent @ 4:21 pm

The first Hellboy trailer has been released, and I don’t think I’ve been this excited about a film since Episode 1.
This looks un-be-funking-leavable!
(needs windows media player)

20/11/2003

dream interpretation

Filed under: lala land — graigkent @ 4:32 pm

In reference to my dream I had the other night, Eva pointed out this dream analysis site and these are all the key indications:
Tuesday night I had a dream that I was Professor X from the X-Men,

To dream that you are a superhero, indicates your above-average talents, ideas, and abilities you may not realized you possessed.

and I was sitting in my wheelchair (this is pre-Morrisson X-Men for the comic geeks out there) in front of a large bay window, when all of a sudden

To dream that you or someone is handicap, symbolizes your own weakness and neediness. You are confronted with many challenges and need to utilize your full potential. Consider which part of your body is handicap and its symbolism. Alternatively, it suggests that you are becoming too arrogant for your own good. You need to be more humble.
To see or dream that you are in a wheelchair, suggests that you need to stand on your own two feet and stop depending on others. Perhaps you are feeling helpless. Alternatively, it indicates that you are literally letting others push you around. You need to start standing up for yourself.

a huge, red-gloved hand crashed through and grabbed me out of my seat. It was Magneto, and he was now 70 feet tall.

To see a giant in your dream, signifies of a great struggle between you and your opponents. This may prove to be a major and overwhelming obstacle for you to overcome. Alternatively, a giant may be symbolic of an issue or feeling that is dominating you.

He was using his powers of magnetism to keep my fillings stuck together, and thus I could not move my jaw.

To dream that your jaws are tight, indicates unexpressed angers and other powerful feelings which you are holding back.

I wanted to scream but could only do so through clenched jaw, and so I did. I screamed a muffled scream which eventually woke me up

To dream that you are screaming, symbolizes anger and fear. It is an expression of your powerful emotions which you have kept pent up inside.
If you try to scream, but no sound comes out, then is suggests that you need to immediately confront some situation. Perhaps you are unable to pinpoint your fears or feelings.

HMMM, there seems to be a pattern in there.
To me, it sounds like I’m… ANAKIN SKYWALKER!!!

not a pet peeve, just WRONG!

Filed under: brainfreeze — graigkent @ 4:11 pm

Cellular phones are a plague on our society… really and truly.
Things wouldn’t be so bad if people didn’t use cell phones irresponsibly. You know, picking them up in the middle of dinner, trying to drive while conversing with one hand to your ear, ringing in movie theatres and plays and concerts and stand-up performances etc, people with no volume control, annoying rings, and all the rest.
But tops in the most irresponsible use of cell phones is (and not just cell phones, but portable phones at home as well) using them while going to the bathroom.
Seriously, nobody wants to even suspect that you’re taking a leak or even worse, excrementing while you’re on the phone with them… and there’s a whole bunch of audio clues that would tip someone off, especially in a non-domestic bathroom situation.
Case in point, I step into the 6th floor bathroom at work and behind the closed stall door a one-sided conversation is going on. Now, mind you, he could have been a crank-job, but I’m not sure how a crank-job would get into our fairly secure building.
Worse still, he wasn’t even using the stall as a secluded location to have his conversation. Nope, I definitely heard a *plop*… and if I heard it, then the other end of the phone heard it. And even if they didn’t hear that, they must have heard a) my urinal flush, b) me washing my hands, and c) me using the hair dryer.
Plus there’s the fact that bathrooms have a distinctive echo which is amplified when you’re in a stall.
Dude, that’s sick. Hope you drop your phone down there BEFORE you flush. Teach you a lesson.
Bet you wouldn’t be putting that phone to your ear anymore.
Nyuk nyuk nyuk.
This of course makes me recall the time honoured tradition of Phonebashing. Ahh, sweet smashy smashy relief.

I didn’t order any pizza

Filed under: lala land, muse-sick — graigkent @ 10:38 am

The bleak, coming-of-winter doldrums have been getting me down as of late, though it is, in fact, bright and sunny today and it has been quite warm for this time of year (around 13 degrees celcius the past few days).
I’ve been getting a steady stream of headaches, restless sleep and some sinus troubles, plus this problem with my throat I get from time to time where it feels like its collapsing in on itself (yeah, not a fun feeling).
Tuesday night I had a dream that I was Professor X from the X-Men, and I was sitting in my wheelchair (this is pre-Morrisson X-Men for the comic geeks out there) in front of a large bay window, when all of a sudden a huge, red-gloved hand crashed through and grabbed me out of my seat. It was Magneto, and he was now 70 feet tall. He was using his powers of magnetism to keep my fillings stuck together, and thus I could not move my jaw. I wanted to scream but could only do so through clenched jaw, and so I did. I screamed a muffled scream which eventually woke me up… or perhaps it was Emma shaking me awake that did it.
The odd thing, this is a reoccurring dream. What’s it mean? Probably that I should be writing X-Men comics. Of course, if I was really Professor X I wouldn’t need to scream, I’d mentally summon my students and they’d rescue my hairless head.
So anyway, to alleviate some of this anxiety going on in my head I decided I needed a good-ole tyme out. So, last night with my friend Sara, I ventured to the Reverb for the Planet Smashers gig. Now, if you don’t know the Planet Smashers, you’re missing out on damn fun music. They’re an atypical ska band, playing music derived from the punk-raggae tradition but infusing it with light, charming, and absurd lyrics and a heavy pop sensibility.
I first caught a Planet Smashers gig back in 1997, even though I wasn’t sure I liked the music (the whole ska scene at the time was pretty lame) when a friend of mine said I should really see a show before I completely wrote them off. What I saw was 5 guys on stage who really, really enjoyed their music and knew how to have fun with the audience. They’re what you would have called a college band, because they’re a hyper good time.
Fast forward almost 7 years later, and really, not much has changed. Sure, some of the band members have left and been replaced (mostly in the trombone/saxaphone section) but they’re still having a great time on stage and they still love their audience… their ever youthful audience.
I’ve noticed this, that as the years went on, the age of the Smashers concert goers declined, probably because of their typically punk touring mates… and there’s nothing outcast teenagers love more than punk. This level of interest in the band hit its absurdist heights last night as Sara and I were, very apparently, amongst the 10 oldest people there. Sara pointed out that not only would she be too old to have babysat most of the kids there, but the kids she babysat likely would be too old to babysit them.. It was a young young crowd.
But that didn’t stop me from having a good time. No way! In fact, I probably had a better time because of it. First, who cares what a bunch of kids 10 years your junior have to think about you if you want to dance, and secondly, these kids are a lot less uptight than your regular Toronto crowd. These kids fucking moved!!!
I’m afraid of what things would have looked like had this not been an all ages event. A smaller group of 20-somethings standing, arms folded, head slightly nodding… yeah, fuckin’ hipsters too afraid to let the music move them because, hey, the entire crowd is watching them because they have a cool ringer tee, a ironic beard and a vintage trucker cap. They have to set a good example.
Thankfully the younger generation was a lot less reserved. Skank circles formed, there was a mosh pit, and when the Smashers wanted crowd interaction, they got it (during Surfin’ in Tofino, Matt asked for 2 feet down the center of the room, so the kids scattered to one side or the other, and the he asked for all hands up in the air, and literally all hands, mine included were up in the air, and then he asked, on the count of ten, for one side to join the other, “5! 6! 7,8,9,10! make some friends! Surfin’ In Tofino!” and the kids rushed into each other, the band and the crowd loving it both). I’ve never, ever seen a Toronto crowd sustain a hand clap throughout an entire song before. Lazy hipsters tinitis - from to much computers/playstation - doesn’t afford them such endurance.
The show was hype, everybody, and I mean everyone was moving (even the Hidden Cameras can’t claim that), included the only few people older than Sara and myself (there were kids parents there, one guy pushing 50 had, of all things, a dookie gold chain, a sideways baseball cap and a sports jersey on… like he was 50 Cent or something. Too funny. The kids were body surfing (which I havn’t seen done in ages), they were getting up on stage to dance (which was tolerated as long as they didn’t get in the way), and even when one of the skanksters accidentally fell into the microphone stand and smashed (no pun intended) Matt in the face (which obviously hurt him), they cracked wise, picked up the song from close to where they left off and carried on like the pros they are.
So I got out some anxieties through skanking, enjoyed some great music, wached as the darling barely-teens carried on as only care-free teens can and thoroughly enjoyed myself. My tired-ass legs (having walked home from work two nights in a row, and biking to work this morning before climbing six flights of stairs) are thanking me for it.

18/11/2003

Join Me in Good Fridays pt. 3

Filed under: join me — graigkent @ 7:51 pm

wouldn’t you like to read part 1 and part 2 first?
no?
resumez…

“Join Me” by Danny Wallace is not a typical book. Well, it is typical in that it has many pages bound by glue within a cover, but the words inside -not that they aren’t printed in a standard typefont- tell a different sort of story. “Join Me” is the story of motivation, determination, addiction, mania and love. It’s a feel-good tale that is in parts humourous, inspirational, and frustratingly tragic. Sure, sounds a little hokey, perhaps conventional, but what if I told you it’s all true? No, not based on a true story, but honest-to-gosh true.
This is the story of Danny Wallace circa early-2002, in brief. Danny’s great uncle died, the very same great uncle that many years before had tried to start his own commune of 100 and failed miserably (at 3 joinees). Danny, having come off of working as a producer for the BBC and into unemployment took inspiration from his now departed great uncle and took to taking out an advert in a local paper stating “JOIN ME, send a passport photo to:” and he put his address.
Little did he know what he was getting into. He took advice from the man who owns the moon, and he travelled around Europe to promote and collect joinees, at first 100, but 100 was too easy, so then it became 1000 joinees in a non-bet… 1000 joinees and he calls this whole Join Me lark quits.
As his flock gathered, and passport photos collected in a shoebox or somesuch reservoir, and through his website and email his joinees finally began to demand to know what this joining buisiness was all about. So, deciding to use his congregation for good instead of malice, they were charged with a task: help out an old feller. And the joinees did. And they felt good, and they asked for more.
Thus was born Good Fridays, where members of Join Me set out to do good deeds on Fridays, any good deeds, any at all. Meanwhile, with all of this, Danny, aka “the Leader” was keeping this whole “I’ve started a cult…err… collective” thing a secret from his ever-thinning of patience girlfriend (a carry over character from “Are You Dave Gorman?).
When the lid blows, and Danny’s gal finds out about the big secret he’s been keeping, all the German newspaper clippings, the Belgian talk-show, the passport photos… well, she ups and leaves him. In every effort he tries to win her back, going to her Netherlands home to plead with her, but the only way to keep her, he knows, is to let go of his flock and his sense of whimsy and he just can’t do it. And though he is distraught he still perseveres and carries through and solicits for Norwegians to join him.
He eventually gets his 1000 joinees, but by that point it’s a force larger than him, and a truly good willing and decent force it is. So, Danny Wallace remains the leader of “Join Me” to this day, almost twenty months later, and his following grows to well over 4000 to which I find myself wishing to be included.
What?
What’s that?
What did I say?
YES, I said it. I’m going to join Danny and party like it’s 1984 (which was a particularly good year for him) and not out of some sense of whimsy or hipsterism… I got past the point of novelty with it somewhere around the halfway point of the book. Sure it’s a charmingly told, and really quite odd and funny story, but it also has a purpose, a purpose grown beyond its original intention, and as you read the book it does in fact hit you, if you are at all decent, that being nice to people, intentionally, on Fridays isn’t too much to ask out of life.
And you know what? I did it…

Hey Mister. No, up here…

Filed under: geek — graigkent @ 2:56 pm

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Amazon.ca wishlist

Filed under: Web — gkentetc @ 1:44 pm

I’ve made up an Amazon.ca Wishlist so you can have a look and see what I want for the festive season and beyond…
You can sort by books, cds, dvds (because, as stands, it’s all quite a mess right now)
If you really love me, I want THIS
but unfortunately it’s a US site and thus massive exchange and duties apply. And this product is currently exclusive to this company. Grrrr.
Gary just got me Father Ted Season 3 on DVD, Space Ghost Coast To Coast Vol 1 and Aqua Teen Hunger Force Vol 1. Love that guy!
-g-

17/11/2003

hangnails!

Filed under: the body human — graigkent @ 1:22 pm

I hate bloody hangnails.
Here’s what they’re all about, according to Mother Nature.com

Where do hangnails come from? Those annoying little triangular splits of skin around the fingernails are nothing more than dead skin. The skin in that area, which does not contain a good supply of oil to begin with, simply dries out.
If your hangnails are giving you nightmares, try these tips.
1) Get a clip job. “If you get a hangnail, clip it short and clip it early,” advises Joseph Bark, M.D., a Lexington, Kentucky, dermatologist. “That’ll keep it from getting worse. Don’t do major surgery on yourself; just clip off the little tags of skin with small, sharp, sterilized scissors.”
Adds Trisha Webster, a top New York City hand model whose livelihood depends on perfectly groomed hands, “Before you clip a hangnail, soak it in a little water or a water and oil solution to soften it. A lot of people make the mistake of clipping a hangnail when it’s still hard and end up ripping the skin more.”
2) Take Mom’s advice. “I advise the same thing your mother told you: Don’t bite hangnails,” says Dr. Basler. “If you bite them, you end up with fairly deep cuts around your fingers. And those can get infected.”
3) Go soak. “Soaking in an oil-and-water solution, as you would when getting a manicure, is very helpful,” advises Dr. Basler. “I tell my patients to mix 4 capfuls of bath oil such as Alpha-Keri with 1 pint of warm water and to soak their fingertips in it for maybe 10 to 15 minutes.”
4) Wrap up the problem. “If you’re having a lot of problems with hangnails, rub an emollient cream or ointment on the affected finger at bedtime and wrap it in a piece of plastic wrap. Secure the end with a bit of tape. The plastic will keep the moisture in overnight. Just be sure to remove the plastic in the morning. You wouldn’t want to keep it on too long,” says Dr. Basler.
5) Don’t pick on yourself. “If you have a tendency to pick at hangnails when you’re nervous, be sure to wear clothes with pockets,” advises Diana Bihova, M.D., a dermatologist and clinical instructor of dermatology at the New York University Medical Center in New York City. “Put one hand in each pocket and leave them there until the urge passes.”
6) Make moisturizing a habit. To prevent hangnails in the first place, “moisturize your cuticles every day. Make it a habit, not something you do just when you get a manicure,” says Dr. Bihova. “Rub hand lotion into the flesh surrounding your nails to keep the area soft. For a more soothing feeling, warm the moisturizer over a pan of warm water, using a double boiler. Every time you apply moisturizer to your hands, take extra time to rub some into the cuticles.”
Webster says, “I make it a point to rub olive oil or safflower oil into my cuticles” to help prevent hangnails.
7) Cuticle cautions. Because hangnails often form around the cuticle, many people try to avoid them by using cuticle-removing solutions. That’s not a good idea, says Dr. Bihova.
“Many of these products, which are designed to tame excess or ragged cuticles, contain sodium hydroxide,” she explains. “This caustic chemical can destroy skin tissue, so products containing it can cause irritation if left on too long. Use such products sparingly and always follow package instructions carefully. It’s the cuticle, after all, that provides the vital function of protecting your nails from harmful bacteria and fungi.
“Hangnails sound very innocent,” she warns, “but if they get infected, they can lead to serious inflammation of the cuticles and other tissues surrounding the nails.”

Sounds like a lot of work just for pretty hands…

15/11/2003

The hole in my gut

Filed under: me me me — graigkent @ 9:14 pm

I should learn by now that cola, soda, pop, an other carbonated bevereens are bad news for my stomach. It seems that any time I ingest these bubbly syrop concoctions my intestines feel like they’re trying to process razor blades. Yeah, there’s a fun time in downtown Toronto and the subsequent 45 minute streetcar ride home. Ach.
But the earlier part of the day - the time before the entrails of fire - it was spent at “The Muskoka Moose Contemporary Canadian Craft Show and Sale” very nicely. I met the brilliant welding artist Jean Pierre Schoss, who works with old metal creating modern fantasies under the label Dog Bite Steel. Picture David Lynch meets Tim Burton meets Wallace & Grommit and you’re just beginning to capture the demented whimsy of this all season artwork.
frog prince
Go visit his website to see some of his fantastic bits of Canadiana. To see some in person, he’ll be at “Plaid Tidings” artisan sale at Branksome Hall (10 Elm Ave -Mt. Pleasant north of Bloor) on Nov 22 and 23 2003.
We followed up the “Moose” show with a visit to the John Fluevog Shoestore on Queen, which I’d never been in and will be regretting that fact for some time (as my pocketbook will be regretting it for years to come). Nice fucking shoes.

Unfortunately all that I would be able to afford was on their “lasties” rack, and though nothing was in my size, Emma found not 1, but 2 pair of exquisite looking footwear.
It was soon after this visit that the pains took hold, and I needed to, really, not be in public.

Magnetic Parkas

Filed under: On Disc — gkentetc @ 8:46 pm

I picked up the cd “Now this is fighting” by The Parkas for a friend today… I will be picking more of this same cd up for other friends as the months wear on.
I also picked up the cd soundtrack for the Katie Holmes film “Pieces of April” not because I have a huge crush on Katie Holmes or anything (especially as a redhead) but because all the music is by Stephin Merritt (although much of it is previously released, with only 5 of 10 being new songs: All I Want To Know; Dreams Anymore; Heather Heather; One April Day and Stray With Me… total album clocking in at a mere 26:40 but it was $12 so it’s no shame.)

Join Me in Good Fridays pt. 2

Filed under: join me — graigkent @ 8:31 pm

hey, how about reading part 1 first? No? oh well, continue then…
So “Join Me” by Danny Wallace sat at my bedside, as more than one (and often more than ten) have (and still do) on occasion (at present there’s some books on language, creativity, Cuba, sex, and superheroes, to mention the short list).
I knew, having read the back of the book - at least twice over - what the general concept was, and it sounded as equally quirky as “Are You Dave Gorman?” had been, but alas, the time just did not seem right.
There was a copy of Elmore Leonard’s “Cuba Libre” sitting atop the alarm clock (generously muffling the morning wake-up loudspeaker) where it has remained, half read, since at least Summerfolk weekend in August. Chances were (and remain) that I was never going back to it. You have to understand, though, how difficult it is for me to accept this, as when I start with a story, I have to finish it, no matter how bad… which I why I stuck throughTerminator 3, even after realizing 20 minutes in that it wasn’t even comedically bad… not that Cuba Libre was bad, just no really that engaging, for my tastes. Probably not my best first exposure to Leonard’s written word (but I’ve liked and/or loved the movies base on his novels, including Jackie Brown/Rum Punch, Get Shorty, Touch, and best of all, Out of Sight).
Back in September I got a rather large collection of graphic novels from my dealer back home and left the all-text world by the wayside. Having thinned those out by Thanksgiving, however, I was looking for something else… something to get me back into the text world (and here, arguably, I should have focussed on my own work and gotten back to the final edit of the novel-indefinitely-on-hold… *sigh*). Emma’s mother had a signed gratis copy (running a bookstore does have some perks) of Margaret Atwood’s latest “it’s-not-science-fiction” sci-fi novel “Oryx and Crake” - of this I have to say two things to start: 1) it is most definitely science fiction, 2) it’s just not particularly good, is all.
The book, well, is boring. Almost unreadably so. I would read the book on rain-days when I had to take the streetcar to work instead of biking. Very quickly I learned how to force myself to speedread, and made it two-thirds of the way through the book in a week, before it was relegated to the unused spot of my courier bag (unused, mainly, because there was a hardcover piece of nonsense filling it up). This one I had no problems stopping reading.

So archway of book-reading was slowly closing its gates on me when Ryan Waddell alerted me to the presence of a new Nick Hornby book. “Songbook” was titled “31 Songs” in its original domain of publishing, was retitled and also added “5 new essays” for domestic release, and is as you can surmise, a grouping essays about music (further distilled as about 31 songs, specifically, and 5 more essays about other music stuff). I was so excited by this revelation that I went out in search of that book that night (truth be told I actually went out in search of the new Tenacious D DVD but didn’t find it and felt disappointed enough to buy this book and other such stuff instead).
I love Nick Hornby. Reading his words is effortless and his words resonate deeply, almost as my own, if not necessarily in subject, than definitely in thought. “Songbook” was ingested within a week (for this “Song-book”, tis not a “long-book”) and I’m a better man for it.
One essay of note, Hornby’s writes of freeing himself from the self-inflicted punishment the concert goer sometimes endures when at a show… this liberation of leaving something that’s not enriching your life even though you’ve paid for it, invested in it as is, well, it’s a truism we all should embrace. This feeling of liberation is equally felt for shitty movies, television, books, plays and cds as it for bad concerts.
Anyway, all asides aside, after finishing off “Songbook” so rapidly, I wasn’t quite done with this engaging slice of someone else’s life. I needed another fix. Yet, there was nothing more to be had from the Hornby collection that I had not already inputted into my system. So, looking down the side of my bed, I stared in Danny Wallace’s big puppy dog eyes and decided it was time…. it was time to join him.
And I did.
part 3… soon

14/11/2003

ugly duckling: taste the secret.

Filed under: Music — gak @ 6:25 pm

i find hip hop to be the most transcendent music genre when it maintains a light touch. a lot of times in the rhyming game, the emphasis is always on how hardcore you are, how heavy the beats are and how serious the life of a mc is. time and time again, what always jumps out are acts like de la soul, jurassic 5, the hieroglyphics and most anything produced by prince paul, who manage to mix humour with their mad sampling, covering topics both down-to-earth and surreal.

ugly duckling follow along the same lines. this california trio’s most recent album is one of the leftfield concept albums i’ve ever run into: the life around the crew of a carnivorous fast food joint called meatshake, where everything on the menu has meat in it. apparently, ugly duckling met at one of their franchises in 1993 and struck a chord, taking their in-store schtick into an engaging live act.

taste the secret cover title=

the album starts off with opening act, where the trio takes the challenge of motivating the crowd and roll with it, intercutting their frantic style with cricket sounds and basic audience indifference. talk is that they perfected this sound live when they opened for the jungle brothers and basement jaxx. after that, we’re introduced to the restaurant through cold funk stompers (turn it up, dumb it down), hilarious jingles (the menu-reciting meatshake featuring testimonials from various people, including 1980s one hit wonder stacey q!? and the drive-thru’s intercom argument) and otherwise catchy joints (the girl callout of daisy, the admonishing potty mouth featuring choir and the anti-office spiel i wanna go home). all the while, little skits and fake commercials cut in through the action, sounding like a deranged 1970s channel where thugs and hippies get called out, especially when the meatshake crew begrudgingly deals with the veggie hut across the street. all throughout, there are organs, chimes, slurping noises and other funny noises; this album is a delight for the ears.

out on emperor norton, ugly duckling’s taste the secret is already one of the best albums 2003 has thrown my way. billions deserve to be served. props to brave new waves for opening one of their shows with this.

Join Me in Good Fridays part01

Filed under: blogwatch, join me — graigkent @ 1:36 pm

On of my regular must read blogs is Neil Gaiman’s journal, which, if you’re someone who likes writing, or blogs that are written well with a charming candor to them, then it’s tops on the list.
Anyway, Neil often answers questions from the doubtlessly hundreds of fanboy and fangirl emails he gets each day, and one day, not too long ago a fan wrote:


Second, have you come across Join Me yet?
It’s an account of how Danny Wallace set up his own cult by placing a cryptic small ad in Loot, one of our local newspapers. All it said was “Join me” and people did. Now he’s going Stateside (website: http://www.join-me.co.uk).
It was Danny Wallace who made another curious journey with Dave Gorman - they tracked down all the Dave Gormans they could worldwide and made a book/tv series about them all.
Love
Kass

To which he responded:

I’m already a fan of Danny Wallace and Dave Gorman ( see here, from a year ago). I bought lots of copies of “Are you Dave Gorman?” and sent them to friends.
Join us looks like fun…


Well, if it’s good enough for Gaiman not to just read, then to send to friends, then I too must have this book. So I poofered around the ‘net and quickly came across Mr. Gorman’s site wherein he told me that a) there was no copies of “Are You Dave Gorman?” in the USA and that b) Amazon.co.uk was probably the best place to get it.
When I was on the aformentioned site, ready, willing, but barely capable of making my purchase, I noted that they were also bundling Danny Wallace’s “Join Me” book for a discounted price if you bought both. I looked at the

It’s not a cult… it’s a collective

Filed under: catchy, join me — graigkent @ 9:30 am

Have good fridays from now on.
Join Me
(more later)

the washing machine san fixed

Filed under: ramble — graigkent @ 9:28 am

I buckled down wednesday evening and dismantled the washing machine, again.
The first time I took it apart it was about a 1/2 hour job. This time… under five minutes.
Parts were “bought” on an unknowingly expired card for which we may, or may not, see a bill in the mail. These parts included a new “wig-wag” (magnetic controller) and a new drain pump (because when I took apart the old one I put it back together with the malformed gasket not fitting properly and it leaked all over the place).
But anyway, it works now. Not much leaking and only a little draining. That’s how it’s supposed to be, right?

13/11/2003

The Strokes: Room On Fire

Filed under: Music — ryan @ 7:54 pm

The Strokes’ new album is very similar to their first one, which is not really a bad thing at all to be when their first album is in my regular rotation a year and a half after buying it. If I may pigeonhole the band into a mood for a second, the new album seems quieter and less angry than the first and that’s really the only difference between the albums that I can find. They didn’t try and innovate anything on this album and I’m not really sure if they are capable of doing that anyway. I hear bits and pieces in melodies and chords of other songs from other bands. I can’t quite put my finger on where they came from exactly but I know that someone could get sued over it. They even borrow bits from their first album - which again is fine by me since I happen to dig the first album so much.
The Strokes are a fun band for me - bordering on a guilty pleasure. I know what they are and I’m cool with that. Whether I can take a third album of their derivitave songs is another story.

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