There’s a great band – one of my favourite bands – that you should check out called The Books. They’re an American/Dutch duo whose music combines instrumentation with bits of audio they’ve culled from a variety of sources; old commercials, instructional tapes, cassettes found in thrift stores, archives, and friends. Ostensibly known as Collage Rock, they released four albums between 2002 and 2010 before breaking up to focus on their …

I was standing in the York Concourse inside Union Station staring up at the map of Toronto’s underground PATH system. I had seen the signs before while taking the subway around downtown, and whenever I took the GO Train home to see my family. A modicum of research told me the PATH was a shopping centre of underground passageways. I had never explored it before and a rainy Friday in …

It was sometime in September of 2008, at least so Facebook tells me. For all its faults the one thing Facebook has been good for is hanging onto those memories through pictures that I’ve forgotten. I had been drinking a lot of whisky that night so the whole thing is a little hazy; and by a little I mean a lot hazy. And there I am, fake blood dripping from …

I have a big blue chest that sits in my room and acts as a catch-all for a lot of random stuff whenever I find I don’t have some place to put it. At this very moment it has a deliberately placed collection of watches and rings; two change jars, as well as the more miscellaneous bib and medal from the half-marathon I ran, a piece of art I’ve been …