Forty-five days. That’s how long Rover’s first-ever IndieGoGo fundraising campaign will be calling on readers and friends for contributions. Not just begging, either. We’ve got some pretty juicy prizes and rewards for those who give.
When I was a kid, having a parent from an unpronounceable country – in those days that just meant it was made up of letters not in the word order C-A-N-A-D-A – was like a sin worse than bad hair or fake runners. Yes. Unpardonable. Certainly, no one ever asked me to make a 2 to 3 minute short video about “my Quebec roots” and then, just to make it all surreal and completely unbelievable, offered me an iPad for my efforts.
J’ai demandé à 12 hommes de me recommander des livres importants pour eux. Mon but final est de réévaluer mon rapport avec eux et avec les hommes en général. Lors d’une journée particulièrement chaude de Mars, je rencontre Martin Forgues, journaliste indépendant, pour discuter de “C’est une chose étrange à la fin que le monde”, roman philosophique de Jean d’Ormesson, de l’Académie Française.
J’ai demandé à 12 hommes de me recommander des livres importants pour eux. Mon but final est de réévaluer mon rapport avec eux et avec les hommes en général. Thé froid et feuilles de vigne avec mon ami Pierre-Olivier, guitariste, chanteur et parolier du groupe Winston Balafre et conseiller pédagogique. On explore Le Pouvoir du Moment Présent du guide spirituel Eckhart Tolle.
J’ai demandé à 12 hommes de me recommander des livres importants pour eux. Mon but final est de réévaluer mon rapport avec eux et avec les hommes en général. Un soir de janvier, je rencontre Youssef, ami, photographe, penseur, voyageur, pour parler du dernier livre de Dany Laferrière, que l’auteur qualifie d’autobiographie de ses pensées. On parle.
A Québec employer summons two employees from different cultural backgrounds, and apologises for a Christmas card that was sent around the Office — which he is sure has offended both of them.
You came to the party. You saw the art. Now catch the video.
I pretty much came of age in the Empress Theatre. It was Cinema V in the 1980s, one of many busy repertory cinemas in the city, and I sold popcorn while putting myself through university. I let friends in for free, watched the audience through the screen, and was introduced to more drugs than you can find at Jean Coutu. Oh, and caught a few movies too.
“Cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, mesclin, green peas…. and corn!” Laurence Chediak of Café Zigoto on ave du Parc buys her fixings twice a week at the Marché Fermier on St Dominique and St Joseph. Originally an initiative of the Maison de l’Amitié on Duluth, the Marché Fermier is now just one of dozens of city-wide outdoor markets.
I grew up camping. Two weeks every summer, rain or shine, we’d pack the trunk, pile the roof, and cram four carsick kids and two overwhelmed parents determined to “be Canadian.” We’d hit the road until we found a campsite that offered a wilderness experience — plus above ground pool, electrical outlets, laundry service, and bingo hall. If I had known the word “skanky” then, I might have used it.
Montreal artist Adad Hannah, as captured by the ELAN series “Recognizing Artists: Enfin Visibles!”
One of the constituencies trounced by fresh NDP blood was Jeanne-Le Ber – the riding that includes St Henri, Point St Charles, Little Burgundy and Cote St Paul. Liza Frulla made her career here; more recently it was Bloc territory, held by Thierry St Cyr. But the orange crush rolled in and now it belongs to Tyrone Benskin, the man formerly known as the director of the Black Theatre Workshop.
Emma Ruby-Sachs, young lawyer and first time author, reads from The Water Man’s Daughter. This first novel is based on her brief visits to Africa in 2003 and 2004 and weaves together the stories of three women, each of whom is struggling with decisions that will change the course of her life.
10 actors. 25 writers. 1 night in Montréal. The worlds of fiction, theatre, music – and now film – overlapped in Marianne Ackerman’s Imagine Montréal. Staged for the second time on at the Blue Metropolis, the words were culled from over two dozen works published since 2000. All set in Montreal, it portrays a city about to fall and about to fly. A contradiction we know all too well.
At the age of 30, Rupinder Gill realized she never rode through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. Ok, not…