Twitter notifications have a-changed

So for those of you, like me, who checked their email in the last hour, you'll have noticed that you've suddenly started recieving emails any time you were sent a reply or mentioned on Twitter. Same goes for retweets, or if your tweets are marked as favourites. As birthday boy Bob Dylan might have said, "Twitter, it is a changin'"*

My Beastie Boy poem for Ruth

Tonight I had the pleasure of performing at the Waltham Forest Literary Festival. I opened with my teenage boy poem (or as it referred to, my Beastie Boy poem). All about music, I did it in tribute to my recent weekend at ATP (or All Tomorrow's Parties for those of you who haven't heard of this awesome festival).

Music Memories: Michael Jackson

I was OBSESSED with Michael Jackson since I was six. Or rather from the age of 6 to probably 12. Ben was probably one of my favorite songs outside the Thriller album. I remember spending hours in our basement watching Muchmusic (Canada's version of MTV) and Video hits. I would watch Michael Jackson marathons and had a Thriller disc for my viewfinder. My favourite T-shirt had Michael Jackson in his iconic silver glove dancing across my shirt in multiple pop art versions of himself. I also had badges of his in the costume he wore when dueting with Paul McCartney.

The couch to 42k plan...to run around the world

Marianne McPhee (@fillingthepages) and I have a plan. And this plan involves running. Not just running around the park but running around the world.

We first decided to run a 5K for Cancer Research UK after seeing the London Marathon (which was also the anniversary of my Aunt's death from liver cancer). Now we've decided to raise even more money for Cancer Research by putting our bodies to the test and run in events around the globe over the next 18 months. And these bodies are ones that don't run. I never do things in half measures and I do like an adventure. Plus as cancer affects people around the globe, it seems fitting to take our various runs across it.

Should we celebrate death of any kind?

I meant to write this at the beginning of the week but I think it's pertainent no matter when it's written. I was amongst friends on Monday morning when we heard of Bin Laden's death and it wasn't until that night that I saw the footage of those celebrating in New York and elsewhere.



I couldn't believe it. The cheering and singing and drinking to the death of one man. A man that was held up of the root of all evil, but could one man ever embody that? Isn't it groups of men and women who act, who continue with war and hate. The one man can't make this happen. It is only if he is believed, if others have this belief, that this happens.

Music Memories: Nirvana

When I was in high school, you had a choice to take it in 3 years or 4. Mostly the 4 year route was for those who weren't doing well in school but I did it so I could do MORE classes. I'm a sucker for punishment. But it meant I got to be in the better band, choir and do a full IB diploma.

Music Memories: Nirvana

When I was in high school, you had a choice to take it in 3 years or 4. Mostly the 4 year route was for those who weren't doing well in school but I did it so I could do MORE classes. I'm a sucker for punishment. But it meant I got to be in the better band, choir and do a full IB diploma.