Thanks, moon, for low tide.
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soo (tres)pass
The family that trespasses together, stays together.
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you are not dead media
FPCAN’s Danielle Marleau, producer/director at Black Pants, discusses You Are Not Dead on Canada’s teevee (!)
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scared funny
It’s funny, because it really is scary.
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d6 redux!
Yippee and hooray, deepsicks is new new! as friends of the site will notice.
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FPCAN’s You Are Not Dead
Daniel Reetz and I have published You Are Not Dead: A Guide to Modern Living (the Canadian Edition).
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YOU ARE NOT DEAD
… is live! The play based on my work, You Are Not Dead: A Guide to Modern Living runs in Vancouver May 27 – June 5. Tickets are on sale now! Check out the Fakeproject Corporation Canadian Chapter for more information. A printed copy of the guide, filled with Daniel Reetz’s gorgeous images, will be…
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monstertime
Spring is come. I show my body who’s boss.
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aaaaaaaaand we’re back
were back weeks ago, but Life had other plans.
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to every thing
There is a season.
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not the one
This isn’t like that.
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you are not dead: a play for modest giving
You Are Not Dead: A Guide to Modern Living is becoming a play! In 2008 Daniel Reetz and I released this music, image and text collaboration online for free. It filtered through Vancouver peripheries into the imagination of Danielle Marleau of Black Pants and is being adapted as a stage production for premiere mid-May in…
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bellow yellow
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find out what it means to me
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new neighbors
I woke up yesterday to a couple new neighbors all up in my bricks.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
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happy chinese new year!
I’m a monkey. You want me at your party.
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cookie monster
The only good part about Valentine’s Day is Bree’s annual cookie-decorating soiree, which I’ve missed for the past three years. I was back in full effect on Sunday, Super Bowl be damned. I am a cookie-decorating rockstar (and stylish plate fiend). BOOYAH! This poor swine has the flu. TRAMP STAMP COOKIE! For the record, I…
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nicollet caged
They say they can tell you weren’t born in Minneapolis by the way you can’t get Nicollet out your mouth right. Gotta swallow that middle syllable whole (read: there isn’t one) while giving a little headjerk nod of knowing, like acknowledging a peripheral you don’t actually want to talk to or pretending you’re a horse.…
