"We have an interval, and then our place knows us no more. Some spend this interval in listelessness, some in high passions, the wisest, at least among the children of this world, in art and song. For our one chance lies in expanding this interval, in getting as many pulsations as possible into the given time. Great passions may give us this quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which come naturally to many of us. Only be sure it is passion - that it does yield you this fruit of a quickened, multiplied consciousness. Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments sake"

-Victor Hugo

Mill Street Pilsner is the nectar of the Gods !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Four dairy farmers from different regions selected four different chefs to participate in a grilled cheese throwdown. There was one stipulation - they had to use cows milk Canadian cheese. And it had to be really wack and creative.

The chefs threw in some crazy shit. Like olive tapenade, curried brie, pear and mango chutney, Chinese duck ...

Which is all well and good I mean but like, why fuck with a good thing? A simple grilled cheese sandwich is probably the most nostalgic childhood snack for everyone. It was MADE for kids. Throw some ketchup on there and thats as funky as it should get. I'm no conservative lame-o when it comes to crazy sandwiches or anything, but a grilled cheese should be simply that - grilled bread and cheese, mang!

The spokesman for this whole thing says “it was very important to demonstrate that with some imagination and everyday, ordinary, familiar cheese, you can really accomplish wonderful creations, but the important thing is not to overpower the cheese with all of the other ingredients.”

True that.

A dude from Nova Scotia won. There was havarti, roasted red pepper, arugula and proscuitto involved. I say take your proscuitto, Michael Howell, and put it where it belongs - wrapped around some melon.

My favourite female celebrities inspired by mens style.

... because androgny is an endless source of fascination for everyone, especially when it comes to fashion. It's also pretty fucking sexy. Here are some rad females who do it, and do it well.

Demi Moore

A 1992 cover of Vanity Fair, what came to be known as the most popular example of modern body painting. The previous year, she was shot on the cover pregnant, and naked. Everyone was pissed. What a homegirl.

Cindy Lauper


What a moody bitch - I love this bowler hat. She's been a gay icon since the 80's, when she released an album called "She's so unusual". Now, she hangs out with Lady Gaga and saves the world via Viva Glam lipstick.

Patti Smith

I picture Patti Smith sitting on the beach in New York drinking out of a paper bag kicking sand in the faces of bikini claad bitches with her doc martins. She was a punk rock luminary in the 70's, and still is today. And she's every bit as beautiful at 63 as she was at 30.

Ellen Page

This 23 year old girl is talented as hell and really fucking cute. The best part is that she doesn't feel the need to show everyone her tits. I love how her style is sort of endearing and boyish.

Tegan and Sara

Every dude I know has a hard on for these girls. And rightly so.

Joan Jett

Like Patti, Joan Jett is one of those rock stars who sort of transcends gender. Her style is so effortlessly badass such that I imagine a lot of men probably would slay dragons to bang her. I also imagine her vagina probably has a sharp set of teeth.

Debbie Harry

I thought of Debbie Harry's style and instantly my mind wandered to the notorious stage shot of her wearing that too short t-shirt with a totally exposed vagina. Enough said.

Lady Gaga

I couldn't resist. Gay men love her, women want to have sex with her too probably, (I know I sure do.) Lady Gaga has created an entirely new way of self presentation. Here, she looks like one of the village people. This outfit is like something you would see on Church street at one of the clubs called Sailor. On that note, if you haven't seen her alter ego, Jo Calderone, feast your eyes on this, pussyhounds!

San Francisco !!! !!! !!! ! ! ! !!!!!!

This bar had DIY caesars. Artichokes, olives, sriracha, oh my ! American bars are so much sweeter than Canadian bars for these reasons:
a) They pretty much all have crazy specials that Canadian bars lack. Like happy hour specials between 5 - 7 or whatever, in which no one will judge you for getting wasted in the late afternoon. They encourage it.
b) Menu`s are bigger and way more intricate. Those of you out there who know me well know I appreciate creative pub fare - and Americans deliver in this department to be SHO!
c) You can pretty much do whatever the fuck you want including make your own personalized caesar like at this extensive caesar buffet like spread in this highly evolved establishment.

These things are underrated in the tourism industry. A dying art, even.


Some of the creepy / amazing specimens from the vintage arcade at Peir 39. They sang and danced (like angels) for a quarter. Where else can you get THAT, toronto !!!

Sourdough sea turtles at the Boudin Bakery! Apparently San Francisco is famous for its sourdough. I sort of gathered this after happening upon several specialty bakeries that took artisanal breads to a seriously outrageous level, as you can see above. Then Google confirmed it. Anyway, this bakery has used the same recipe since 1849, and continues to morph delicious bread into crabs and other aquatic creatures and stuff. They give you hollowed out bread bowls filled with chowder at the Wharf. Tim Hortons ain`t got shit.

Sea lions are rad. And quite combative and territorial, as I learned as I stood watching them for probably half an hour. Hypnotic and celestial creatures, they are.

I look most doting in this photo.


The Mission district has mad murals son! Diego Rivera thangs even.

Sex tapes for seniors.

I just got a new camera!