by Roxane Hudon
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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
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.
Tales of the 252: Chapter 5-The Portable Dishwasher
8 Janby Roxane Hudon
The 252 is a very important household in Montreal, Québec, Canada on St-Zotique E. Very important people have lived there and one may argue that it has influenced the social construct of the city. This is a real place, feel free to visit, I am no longer there, but my cat is.
They came and went, but the house rule remained that the inhabitants of the 252 must be creative—no matter the medium, even though it is the message. One of these inhabitants, let’s call him M, occupied one of the smaller rooms for about a year. He loved informing visitors and potential future roommates that his was the warmest room. When you spend enough time with a person, you start knowing their lines, you know, their secret stash of guaranteed good conversation material. For a good friend, you’ll still laugh and nod along in encouragement. M.’s secret stash did not include jokes or anything weird or remotely interesting, but revolved around the fact that he lived in a warm room. Continue reading
How To Not Find A Job: Pt II
25 Octby Roxane Hudon
This is the sequel to How To Not Find A Job
Oh Hello again, world!
You probably remember me, I’m the 26-year old failure of a journalist searching for herself at the bottom of a scotch glass. Unfortunately, it’s not bottomless and when you hit the floor, you just kinda lie there for awhile, staring up, wondering if it’s worth the climb. It’s kinda nice down here, comfortable, you can yell things out like “I’VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I’M FREEEEEE!” and no one will notice. Continue reading
Hot Toddy Time Travel Pt 3: The past, present and future of singer/songwriter Celine Brooks
9 Octby Roxane Hudon and Celine Brooks
The third and final instalment. May this live forever on the Internet. No regrets Continue reading
Hot Toddy Time Travel Pt 2: The past, present and future of singer/songwriter Celine Brooks
9 Octby Roxane Hudon and Celine Brooks
Sometimes, to cure a friend/flatmate’s illness, you suggest a night of hot toddies and use this opportunity to drink whiskey diluted with lemon and honey until 4 AM and listen to U2 while interviewing her about her past and future lives. This is a new Ballz segment, why not. Probable anachronisms. Continue reading
