Tag Archives: Victoria

analogue: Toward a Definition

analogue is an antithetical response to our Twenty First Century’s increasingly digitized cultural climate. Some of us have grown tired of being bombarded by massive amounts of information, most of which focuses upon things trivial and absurd.  We hope to … Continue reading

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I AM NOT A HIPSTER: (Nobody Is…)

Recently it has come to my attention that at least a few of my friends/family think of me as a “hipster”. My friend, we’ll call him “Tall”, has also been referred to as a hipster in certain circles… and both … Continue reading

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Milk and Honey: A Prologue

It was a most usual night, the evening Luc called. I had spread a coat of disinfectant across the textured cement floor of Westhills Safeway’s recently renovated butcher shop. Thick white foam bubbled and popped at my feet as I … Continue reading

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Just Like the Third Time Around: The Death Ballad Love Tellers in Victoria

This article was originally published by Monday Magazine and can be found here. A strange and brooding caravan is heading for our coastal town. Its journey began on the prairies, has continued into the foothills, over the mountains, and now … Continue reading

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Nick’s Top Three Local Albums of 2012

1. Hank and Lily: Crank City Victorian music veterans Hank and Lily’s newest release came as a surprise to even their most avid and loyal fan-base. An exercise in diversity, “Crank City” is a sprawling, multifaceted metropolis unto itself: a … Continue reading

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Chapter One of a Third Rewrite: Milk and Honey, Again…

In the beginning, there was a remote possibility for future memory. Some of those memories still remain: I carried them with me well before I knew it. Some of these memories give wings to my most fanciful thoughts, others make … Continue reading

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Peacock

There was space for me in Victoria, a space in which I could grow and think properly. I went to Beacon Hill Park, the quite center of a quiet town. Much like Christ in the desert, much like Buddha under … Continue reading

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