by Roxane Hudon
Close your eyes and imagine guilt-free fun.
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Northern Losers: The Canadian Nobodies Reunion Tour
1 Marby Roxane Hudon
There’s nothing ground breaking in saying that the doom and gloom weather in Scotland affects the national psyche. Hence, when it’s sunny, like it strangely has been for the last week or so, you feel a pressure to go outside, or “do something,” like go for a walk, or go buy a newspaper, or still go to the pub, but sit next to the window and order a light beer or something, maybe with a piece of fruit in it. Continue reading
Scottish Snippets
26 Febby Roxane Hudon
About a month from now, I will be celebrating my 1-year anniversary with Glasgow. Ballz celebrates this momentous occasion by sharing various, unrelated videographic evidence that I’ve been here and not secretly hiding in my parents’ basement. Here are some random videos taken from cellphones that may or may not be representative of my time here so far. Enjoy…or not. You are free and in control of your own destiny. Continue reading
Career Crisis in a Coffeeshop
20 Febby Brad MacDonald
While at your favorite coffeeshop, you realize that, six years into your career as an English grad student, you’re still not sure if you made the right choice. What do you do? You follow these steps… Continue reading
Radical at Home, Routine Abroad
8 Febby Kevin Sexton
I was recently working in Berlin, traveling around the city teaching English at preschools. There was one particular kindergarten where they used to keep photo montages of recent events in the hallway. They had pirate-themed parties, sleepovers, outings to the park. It was all very cute. Continue reading
What Are You Doing Here?
8 Febby Roxane Hudon
A question many Scots, in fact, all the Scots, have asked me in complete and utter bewilderment is “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Continue reading
Berlin: What You Already Know
1 Febby Roxane Hudon
Los Angeles is the new Berlin, everybody knows. Berlin is so weird, everybody knows. “I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit.” You’re too late. This piece will probably be featured in Lonely Planet 2017, when Berlin will just be a wasteland inhabited by one guy dancing by himself to Deee-Lite’s “Groove is in the Heart” and moaning about how it once was.
Ah, Montreal
11 Janby Brad MacDonald
Ah, Montreal.
Where Peter Pans rufio themselves at the age of 43, ride the steed of the Cheval Blanc into the night and wake up next to a disheveled Bonhomme who tearfully complains that he has genitally injured himself on the mechanical bull at Chez Serge so badly that he will be the last of his depleted race (He is both gladdened yet saddened when they explain to him that he “has nothing down there anyway”). Continue reading
It Works Wonders For the Poor
10 JanIt Works Wonders For The Poor: (2 in 1 package : struggling artist diary entries + semi-enjoyment guidelines for the city of effin’ Berlin)
by Boris Paillard
Lift these crusty eyelids, it’s 3 p.m. Sniff your nails, that’s yesterday night’s Döner-scent. It’s about time to stumble out onto the sun-baked sidewalk and hop on your excuse for a bike. Yes, then storm through the city like a bad-ass that everybody must be looking at in awe, but inevitably invisible in the urban chaos. Oh, how i wish they knew I was currently headbanging to Stevie Nicks’ Bella Donna. Continue reading
