by Roxane Hudon
I’m not going to go on about the failures of old-fashioned, outdated, conventional journalism; this type of discussion now feels like a piece of old gum that I’m stuck chewing on, because there’s no garbage in sight. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
I’m not going to go on about the failures of old-fashioned, outdated, conventional journalism; this type of discussion now feels like a piece of old gum that I’m stuck chewing on, because there’s no garbage in sight. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
In a year of Occu-pies, crashing eurozones, melting ice caps and Norwegian death camps, people around the world are looking at their Mayan calendars, appropriately tattooed on their backs and realizing that the jig is soon up, folks. Continue reading
by Roxane Hudon
As y’all know (now you do), I like to keep tabs on what’s happening in Russia, mainly, because it’s usually unbelievable and also, it fuels my Russian fetish. Horse-riding, ancient artifact-finding, karate-choppin’, puppy-lovin‘ Vladimir Putin is once again running for President of Russia, because, really, who else is fit for the job. Continue reading
by Ballz Montreal Team
Don’t worry world; we know we’ve been irregular and absent lately, but we are all working on brand spankin’ new Ballz for Expozine, including the Ballz Montreal Abstract Response to the Revolution. We’ve booked a table for Sunday, Nov. 27 See you there from 12 pm to 6pm at l’Église Saint-Enfant Jésus, between Laurier et Saint-Joseph. Whoooooooooooooooooooo!
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