Less Content, More Colour Scheme and Bzooty

A) Hot Fashion

The weekend, amongst other things, involved the purchase of pink underpants. So if you excuse the pandering it's much appreciated. Sometimes it's fun to focus on colour scheme and bzooty. Wil Munro I am not but it makes me happy and feel just a little bit dangerous walking down the street. At any moment my soft pink secret could be revealed! So thrilling, almost kinky.

Some may remember a rant in which I came down on American Apparel. And I still hold true to my views that the idea of garment industry ethics as practised for the urban bourgeois are more symbolic than revolutionary. It's marketing that gets under the skin of the socially minded but consumptively active hipster of the mid-00s. And that symbolism alone doesn't particularly separate the company for the majority of the fashion industry in my mind. It could grow into something larger. And I hope it does. But a spade is a spade.

However the clothes are fierce and I bought some underpants and a shirt. So there, I'm a raving hypocrite. Although I still defend that I am simply living, thinking and investigating. Think what you will.

B) Politics

I had a nice split-second decision weekend in Toronto. Greg and André hung out at very short notice Friday at O'Grady's where many an LJ gay was seen. I debated with a friend's visit bear-toy about American media problems. He unfortunately was of the opinion that CNN is a "liberal" news outlet. Holy crap Mary, myopic or what?Tip of the iceberg but need nothing more be said, really. It ended amicably and I bought him a Molson Canadian as a token of international friendship.

Saturday was gorgeous with David, Mark and their gang of merry urbanites at Rocco's Plum Tomato on Bloor West. Just next to Honest Ed's of all places. It's Ed Mirvish's 91st birthday you know! That aside the food at the restaurant was delicious and surprisingly cheap. Knowing a waiter is good that way, however. Whom I totally made out with at my Welcome Home party when I came home from Scotland. A tad awkward but more school boy and tongue-in-cheek would describe the unspoken chemistry, if you'll pardon the pun.

Afterwards there were chocolate martinis and coffee at Chrissy J's. One of my favourite neither bear identifying nor chasing gays. I keep forgetting what great people the city is full of.

C) Blogging (oh god no!)

So I'm not sure what to think about blogging lately. Is everyone bored of it or actually going out and doing things because it's summer? I'm sure things will kick up in the fall and winter when those of us in icier climes are confined to the indoors a touch more. I'm still going to try and bring back the beat a bit now that I am feeling a bit better about Mom and all.

The Freaks Downtown

There's a stigma in this city that downtown is full of bums and crooks. And it'd appear that way, downtown Hamilton is a dumping ground for society's unwanted and high maintenance in Ontario. Grants for accessible transit and employment services downtown have guaranteed that in the past.

But it's not really true. The crime isn't bad for an urban area, especially one with exceptionally high poverty.

After work through the anxious and earnest eyes of a deaf man offering me a pamphlet that I realize this in it's entirety. That's why I've joined on to Mayday magazine . I'm mostly going to be writing record reviews to start with.

I'm studying this guide.