I've lived in Montreal for 6 years, but I've spent most of my time in the middle section of the Island, never going very far from the hill in the center of it. But today was different. Well it was supposed to be even more different, I was supposed to hike with a group, but I never found them. So I hiked by myself. First in Parc nature Cap-Saint- ( Read more... )

I've been watching this Noir désir video every day for a week. It's great.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOZFeiHsldw&search=comme%20elle%20vient

Towards the door today. Two months. Probably $1000 in drinks and food. Wasn't worth it, but hey, I beat King's Quest VI again ( Read more... )

There was a letter with my name on it waiting for me when I came home tonight. Haven't opened it yet. It's probably worried that I will become the person I was two years ago. And right.

I'm 26 tonight, yet it feels like 24 in a lot of ways. The Molson Dry is probably not helping.

Last night was the first paper with new masthead. Not all that different from old masthead since a lot of people are back (including Kevin who was helping out with the webmastering.. he counts for a good part of the "classic Link feeling ( Read more... )

Oh boy. This paper took way too long to get done. I don't know why -- for the last 3 hours or so I could only lend marginal help -- most stuff was edited and flat-checked, there were just a couple of bottlenecks ( Read more... )

I went to the Link's election to be a yes man. And I was ( Read more... )

I don't know yet if I'm in a world of shit. You'll know the same time as me, tuesday, as the Link comes out (but it has nothing to do with the Link).

I did my usual friday night drinking at Polytechnique -- I even had my first name written in arabic on my right forearm. I hope this doesn't end like it did two years ago.

My friends thought we would meet at the Mont-Royal metro station. I thought we would meet at that yuppie bar. Bad times. They waited for me 1 hour in the station, I waited for them 1 hour at the tavern next door ( Read more... )

I just watched Léa Pool's (of lost and delirious fame, I guess) La Femme de l'hôtel. It was weird because it is set near Concordia, in Montreal, at the end of february/beginning of march. In a high-rise hotel like the one I went to with the Kitchener people a few weeks ago. Except that hotel is devoid of 6'10" guys and people whose first name is ( Read more... )