Antique Debauchery Aids

Doing a bit of research for the eco-friendly sex toy article I'm working on and want to state for the record that dildos have a long, illustrious (and illustrated) history. Like this antique vibrating [pleasure] chair, manufactured by (I shit you not) Kellogg of cereal fame. Well. Have fun eating your Corn Flakes tomorrow morning.

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Catastrophe via Flower Boquet

Think twice before dropping a bouqet from an airplane at your next wedding.

Be afraid.

According to this article from the BBC, cats manipulate their human owners into providing food and attention by shifting the pitch and tone of their purrs. The wily little bastards aurally mime the cry of infants, flicking on whatever primordial ma/paternal protect-the-kids switch is programmed into our brains. So when Beaker, my neurotic, corpulent little tuxedo cat wakes me up at four in the morning to get fed, it's that nutso purr that stops me from ignoring it.

Insidious. 

Daily XY / Feline

Just got a contract for a short freelance piece I did for Daily XY: The Magazine for Urban Men. It features my three favourite regular literary readings in the city, The Pivot Reading Series, TINARS, and Art Bar. I'm not sure how I'll spend the cash. Probably on booze. And cat food. Which reminds me - my cats look like this:

George

Beaker K. Beakerton (nee Meredith)

The indignities the cute must suffer. . . 

ducks, attractions, montreal.

It's looking like my review of Oberon's latest edition of Coming Attractions 08 will appear in the next ish of Broken Pencil. Word has it, anyway.

Book details:

Coming Attractions 08 Edited by Mark Anthony Jarman Rebecca

Rosenblum writes offbeat, innovative stories that tend to show up in the Journey Prize anthology. Her characters come from the brittle world of ex-urban strip malls. In one story she features an Edmonton Oilers toque, but there are many other reasons to like her work. Daniel Griffin has also appeared in the Journey Prize anthology. He’s interested in gender roles and writes about fathers and brothers, mothers and sisters. Alice Petersen was a joy to discover. She writes compelling, painterly stories in assured, sophisticated prose. This book is much the richer for her appearance in it.

8.5 by 5.5 by 120 pages, cover from a bestiary, c. 1500 $18.95 (paper) ISBN 978 0 7780 1322 8 $38.95 (cloth) ISBN 978 0 7780 1321 1

Next up: some as-yet-unwritten-book-related writing for Matrix Magazine and an article on environmentally friendly sex toys for Blackheart Magazine. Coincidentally, both are Montreal-based.

Finally, this hot piece of comic ass was in the paper today and sums up the ebbs and flows of my writing process to a T:





xo andy

Birds

You: go read Anne Lamott. Now. She's good. Powell's dot com notes that she "writes cleaner than she lived," one of the snazziest things I've ever heard someone say about a writer. Her memoir Operating Instructions was one of a handful of books from the late 20th century on the Modern Library's 100 Best Nonfiction Books.

It's heartbreaking and hilarious and sort of grimy. 

On the chopping block for me: a couple book reviews and pecking at the pile of papers I'm tentatively calling my thesis. 

andy

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