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Leonard Cohen’s ‘The Hat’
via CBC



By far the most hilarious Christmas present I got this year was a book called Coloring for Grown-Ups from my little sister.  Illustrators Ryan Hunter and Taige Jensen portray the low-points of adulthood in the style of children’s colouring book, complete with mazes, fill-in-the-blanks and word searches. But instead of searching for animal sounds, Hunter and Jensen ask you to search for important key words for pretending you know a lot about beer and to maneuver through a maze to escape a toxic relationship.

I have been meaning to buy some crayons so that I can colour in the fun, but that was three weeks ago and apparently I am too much of a cheap, jaded adult to go through with it. More images are available on the book’s website.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde

I was once asked, hypothetically, what I would have tattooed on myself, should I get a tattoo. I answered a quote by Oscar Wilde. His wit is prophetic, yet cheeky, and I would gladly join the company of the literary tattooed. (Disclaimer: I have not chosen a quote nor gotten the tattoo).


The tumblr Google Poetics finds poetry in the most unlikely of places, search engine results. We see these images dozens of times a day, but apparently it really pays to actually look at them.

The site’s apt tagline reads “Google writes poetry about subjects people are truly interested in.” Enjoy the hair products!

Someday I will travel to fashion weeks in fabulous cities and take incredible photographs of very tall people with lovely hair.

Or, more likely, I will keep doing things I am good at like taking books out of the library and not finishing them and stealing my roommates Skittles. I think either one will be okay.

image via krisatomic

I’ve paid for too many degrees,
posited too many historical positions,
made too many semiotic apologetics,
forwarded far too many feminist responses
to too many textual materialities

to have an ass this big.



Poem by Sonnet L’Abbé
Sourced from Helen Guri’s story for Hazlit on women dressing not to be noticed.

a girl in a see-through dress in sheep’s clothing.