Viv Albertine (my current hero) starts her autobiography like this: “Anyone who writes an autobiography is either a twat or broke.” I’m not broke so I guess that makes me a twat. Viv Albertine spent fierce, semi-feral years epicentrically positioned in the parturition* of punk in London. Meanwhile I went to college and became a… Continue reading Welcome
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Naked Confusion to the Age 11
The title refers to a thing I wrote about interactions with girls during my childhood. It’s written like a nursery rhyme to capture that childhood feel. But I’ve pulled it from this website for now, and I’m doing a rethink after certain people told me I was nuts to put it online. It’s innocent and… Continue reading Naked Confusion to the Age 11
Crad Kilodney
My buddy Percy sent me this book for Christmas, a book that has no internet presence whatsoever. It’s like an old-school zine, available in photocopy style only, no ISBN or nothin’ like that. Here’s an tiny bit from Why I Am Disgusted Today: “Sometimes when you get constipated, you get an abnormal urge to eat,… Continue reading Crad Kilodney
My Book Tour: foreshadow prologue
Above is the map I made before my book tour around BC this past summer. Doesn’t it look like fun? Well it was fun, but it nearly wasn’t. Climate change did its best to ruin it. You can see the original route I planned. Take the ferry from Port Hardy up to Prince Rupert, then… Continue reading My Book Tour: foreshadow prologue
My Book Tour Part 1
I caught the ferry from the Island at 7 in the morning, unloaded in Tsawwassen at 830, and started driving east. A few hours later there were fires burning near Kamloops, and Salmon Arm was all smoggy because smoke from other fires was trapped in the bottom of the bowl of mountains that surround Shuswap… Continue reading My Book Tour Part 1
My Book Tour Part 2
I left Shane and Kimberley behind and drove on toward Fernie. Afternoon was turning to evening in the still-bright light of the height of summer. It was after six pm. By some accounts that’s evening, but by other accounts evening begins at sunset, still hours away. Do we need a name for those hours in… Continue reading My Book Tour Part 2