Posts Tagged ‘Montreal’

Where does it all go?

January 21, 2010

I’m watching this pile next door to my job in Longueuil.

More to come as winter continues!  I will let you know.

In the meantime: (stick it out to 3:45, holy shit)

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Maritime-time

August 6, 2009

I’m back from an unplanned and wonderful vacation to northeasterly North America — Burlington, Boston, Portland, Cambridge Narrows and Sackville, New Brunswick, and finally the deeply charming summer city of Montreal.

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The mayor’s house in Portland, Maine.

doctorA relaxed, relaxing, touring dog.

new brunswickSunset over New Brunswick.

cambridge narrowsLate evening in lovely Cambridge Narrows, New Brunswick.

sackvilleMusic venue in Sackville, New Brunswick.

montreal alley

And finally, early morning in Mile End. 

THANK YOU CLUES!

Happy 90th!

February 5, 2009

On Sunday, I took a family trip to Montreal to celebrate my grandfather’s 90th birthday.  I mean, 90!!!!!  We had homemade chocolate cake (which my grandfather described as “a beauty”) and ice cream.  We picked up my cousin at the Atwater market, where I got to walk around and look at the one zillion kinds of sausage they are selling.  My grandfather lives in a Veterans Home on the West Island in Sainte Anne de Bellevue.  It’s the part of the river that’s so big that everyone refers to it as the lake.

(this is just a picture of the Quebec countryside)

On the way out to Ste Anne from Montreal, you get to see the mountains where they put all the snow from Montreal.  They are just these vast, insane piles of dirty snow, with tiny-looking graters and backhoes pushing snow up their steep inclines all day and night, as I imagine.  Come summertime, they become little piles of ice that are totally, disgustingly black!

I was inspired by the vision of those piles so I made a zine about them.  Next week, you’ll be able to buy it for 50 cents from the new ZINE MACHINE at Earth Prime comics on Church Street.

Amethyst Amulet

January 11, 2009

If you haven’t yet, you should be listening to Adam & the Amethyst’s Amethyst Amulet. I received it this fall as a gift from the Amethyst himself, and it’s totally awesome!!!!  Definitely my favorite album of 2008 that was released after, say, 1975 (it came out in June). It was up in the favorites over on False45th, too, before RIAA forced them to take their mp3 list down.

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It’s just really high quality pop.  And lovely psychedelia.  And it’s all about Thunder Bay, Adam’s hometown, which is on the northwestern shore of Lake Superior in Ontario.  It’s all about trying to figure out where you came from, and why, and what it means, and what you do if you went back there.  A topic I’m quite interested in myself!

I’m no music critic, go listen to it yourself!

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And then go buy it at the POME RECORDs site.  While you are there, you might as well pick up the the Luyas‘ record too.  They have a sweet two for $20 (ca) deal right now, and the Luyas surely require listens as well.

Personal angle: they are super nice people, with whom I shared some delicious garlic knots last fall after a truly excellent MIRACLE FORTRESS show in Burlington.

Mavis Gallant

December 18, 2008

I’m reading a book of short stories by Mavis Gallant right now.

Mavis Gallant

The book I have was a remainder, and I probably only bought it because of the Mavis.  But I’m so glad I have it.

Mavis Gallant was born in Montreal and many of her stories are set there.  Others are set in Paris, where she lives now.  In this collection, at least, she’s concerned with the big decisions that young people had to make, mostly in terms of marriage, often without having much real information about them, and the push and pull of families keeping up bourgeois appearances.  Then also, the sort of crumbling apart of life and indignities of older men, and their judgments and befuddlements about children.  She started out as a reporter in 1944, and started writing fiction in 1950.  She lives in Paris and seems to keep pretty private.

Mavis Gallant is now up there for me next to Alice Munro, who was probably my first really major literary discovery.  I started reading Alice Munro in high school and I keep her books with me: they’ve given me a lot and I know they will keep being helpful to me.

I met some elderly ladies last weekend in Montreal at a memorial service, and they told me that they started a book club in 1952 and they have been meeting ever since!  They read 9 books a year!  They were all stylish and intimidating with French names I’ve never heard before.  I could only aspire to this kind of friendship and book discussion, in my dreams.