Blair Cosgrove on October 21, 2015
Death has popped into my life a lot, lately. No, no one’s died, thanks for asking. But I just drove from Alberta to Victoria and back and, peppered throughout the razzle dazzle scenery are hundreds of roadside memorials that grieving people have imposed on the landscape. I view these memorials as equivalent to that drunken “selfie” people regretfully post on Facebook, or like a roadside version of the worst graffiti put onto a CP railcar by a kid with a can of spray paint and zero talent.
Jeff Pearce on October 21, 2015
You’ve seen it. Everyone’s seen it. It’s one of a long catalogue of masterpieces that are so familiar to people they assume they know all they need to know about it. But the picture shown here, formally known as Gustav Klimt’s “Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer 1,” has a hell of a yarn attached to it, enough to inspire the movie, Woman in Gold, released this year and starring Helen Mirren.
Jeff Pearce on October 21, 2015
Personally, I can’t stand those folks at the Lotto 649 news conferences who say, “Oh, no! Our lives won’t be any different. We’ll keep on working…” I’d love to win $50 million or whatever, and when they ask me what I intend to do with the money, declare with solemn earnestness, “People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy, and I can’t do that as Jeff Pearce. As a man, I’m flesh and blood, I can be ignored, I can be destroyed. But as a symbol…” Pensive look here. “As a symbol, I can be incorruptible, I can be everlasting…” Then watch reporters wonder if I’m serious. I mean, after all, I’d have the cash. Of course, my lover at home thinks I’m jackass for this plan. Because at least one reporter will recognize it’s a rip-off of a key speech in Batman Begins.
Terri Goveia on October 21, 2015
Some proposals seem, well, out there, but they share the same goals as any traveller: an efficient, and hopefully inexpensive trip from point A to point B. It just so happens that the destination this time is outer space…
Jeff Pearce on September 24, 2015
I have it on good authority that my father—who was one of those Barker-lounger-and-beer Dads, a real practical engineer type—kept in a drawer of his desk at work a carved bust of wood that he would pull out if someone bothered him too much. Only it wasn’t a bust, it was a hand making the offensive gesture. HR policies being what they are today, I can’t keep something like that around, but I do have on my cubicle wall a photo of John Houseman. When someone makes a really dumb joke in my proximity, I point to Houseman glaring in silent, imperial contempt…
Allan Britnell on September 24, 2015
In a war filled with atrocious acts of barbarity, the assault on the Greek village of Distomo stands out as particularly horrific. On June 10, 1944, less than a week after the Allied D-Day landings, in retaliation for a partisan attack, German SS troops systematically wiped out the village. According to eyewitness accounts, the German soldiers bayoneted babies in their cribs, stabbed pregnant women, and…
Martha Porado on September 24, 2015
When Kim Kardashian posted a bikini-clad selfie, she reminded us what female breasts are actually for by succinctly captioning her photo with two baby-bottle emoji.
by Jeff Pearce on September 23, 2015
Towards the end of his life, the granite-hard self-portrait was so polished it lent itself to caricature. Gore Vidal could appear (in cartoon form) and intimidate the hell out of Brian Griffin on Family Guy. There was a brilliant quip on the old Frasier sitcom in which Frasier, surprised to learn that Vidal allegedly endorsed a cruise line, replies in shock, “Gore Vidal? He hates everything.”
Mike de Jong on September 8, 2015
Christopher Savoie is still lobbying, still fighting—even after all the years, the headlines, after getting help from a U.S. congressman and winning a settlement from his ex-wife for $6.1 million in 2011, money that he may never collect. He’s been in worse places. Like when he sat for 12 hours a day back in 2009, jammed into a small chair in a police station in Western Japan as officers yelled at him, pounding on tables and barking things like, “You are not Japanese, you are a foreigner! Why did you come here?”
Martha Porado on September 8, 2015
It’s cocktail hour at a wedding, and after I’ve ordered my gin fizz with two lemon wedges instead of lime, I walk over to a friend having a conversation with another woman, who says, “So as a gender-queer, polyamorous lesbian, I get questions like that a lot.” Damn. Now it’s too late for me to ask any questions. And I have so many!…