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Someone asked me today why I am so enamoured by spoken word, and what the difference is between spoken word and rap, or why I would listen to spoken word and not simply listen to music, which is in abundance, he asked me why I’m so into spoken word but not so into rap. He referred to this J. Ivy Def Poetry piece I once posted on my Facebook.

I responded at first saying that I love words. I do. I’m addicted to them. I added that rap is close to spoken word, that rap is an offspring of spoken word, that all rap is spoken word but not all spoken word is rap. Read the rest of this entry »

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Some months back, my journalist friends and I noticed a trend with “internships.”

It was at the height of recession fear-mongering. Media agencies were dealing with their own financial reaction to the economy alongside the shift from traditional journalism to the web, desperately scrounging for revenue through new sources. So everyone was getting laid off. Everyone! I got laid off, of course, early on. I watched as friends started emailing back and forth seeking work. And I watched as the journalism job options dwindled, or rather, the job hunter market grew very saturated with journalists. The competition was a bit too fierce and intimidating for myself and others I knew who’d only been out of j-school for a year or so. I was lucky to have a little bit of experience from my communications position and my student days as a keener with the extracurricular work. However, I was no match for the journalists with 10, 15 years of experience getting laid off from their leading roles at major magazines and websites. Read the rest of this entry »

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I feel like I should write something about Michael Jackson before I bury it. When I first heard, I didn’t really digest it. I didn’t think of the hours upon hours I used to spend listening to the “Bad” album, or the first taping of my voice with my brother singing, at 4yrs old, ‘mama se mama sa ma ma coo sa, [wanna be startin somethin]’ or the countless videos I watched of his, the times I’ve broken it down to his stuff and simply used him as an inspiration for all things dance, expression, vocal…lyrical..he was a true performer, as seen in every single one of his massive hits and the not so magnified, low-profile tunes. Read the rest of this entry »

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I thought I’d share my views on The God of Small Things, a book I just finished reading last night after a long stretch. Written for the purpose of Facebook’s Visual Bookshelf.

“This is the sort of book that slowly weighs down on your mind and heart, kinda like the moth that figures so prominently in its pages. Roy’s writing takes some getting used to, it’s very quirky, but once you’re thinking like her and her characters, Read the rest of this entry »

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A poem

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I planned a little rendez-vouz avec mon chum ce soir au Restaurant Grace a coin de Palmerston et College. I don’t know where along the way I started speaking French mais..I mean, but..I guess other languages come more naturally to me when I have two drinks. So Grace is highly ranked by Toronto’s restaurant critics, and I’ve been meaning to try it. Additionally, I wanted to for once treat my boyfriend to dinner! This did not work out as planned! Read the rest of this entry »

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Sitting on the patio at O’Grady’s, in Toronto’s Church and Wellesley neighborhood, also known simply as the “village”..a friend asked me who my favourite directors are. Earlier in the evening, upon being reminded that I’m an actor, she asked me if I could cry on the spot. Now, this question is a crime in our religion (known as “performian” to those who practice:p), but I forgave D on the spot ’cause I like her and she has good intentions..so I decided to educate her on the “cry on the spot, now, actor!” command: never ask an actor to cry on the spot. Read the rest of this entry »

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Those of us who wait for the first glimpse of sun are quick to shed the boots and coats and head to our favourite Toronto patios for sangria and calamari. Don’t pretend you don’t do it. I know when we saw the the light a few weeks ago, my friends and I started our lengthy wait in a line up at Black Bull, near Queen and Soho, for 20mins. It was OK for the first little bit, ordering water indoors as others manned the lineup..but we got restless and left the Queen West hood for Little Italy. Our crowd of 4 quickly turned into 6 and then 8. Larger groups are harder to manage but more fun at the end of the night:) Read the rest of this entry »

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The travel bug has infected me again, and I am tempted to leave but just as pressed to stay. I want to stay because several things are putting me on the edge of my seat. You know, when you plan enough seeds, and it rains enough along the way…something oughta sprout, yeah? So right now, I see these little sprigs of green among the weeds. But everyone is pitching trips my way, tempting me with everything from free flights and rides to ghetto style roadtrips (which I absolutely adore and live for, moreso than airports and speedy arrivals)….. Read the rest of this entry »

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Can’t wait for the Scott Pilgrim movie! Edward Wright (previously directed Hot Fuzz, Grindhouse, etc.) is in Toronto shooting and posting video blogs on the official Scott Pilgrim website. Starring Brampton’s own Michael Cera (Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, Superbad, etc.) as Scott Pilgrim, the comic book and movie are based in Toronto, with joints like Honest Ed’s and Sneaky Dee’s making appearances in the film. WEEE! Read the rest of this entry »

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