Restraint

SXSW PBP

I am safely returned from Austin! The conference was good, and the city was fantastic. The only other place in the states that I’ve enjoyed as much is Chicago. Maybe it’s because of all the extra people and chaos around the SXSW festival, but the amount of music and amazing food (two of my favourite things) was unbelievable.

Friday morning I discovered the wonder that is the breakfast taco at Cicso’s Restaurant Bakery! In the afternoon it was to the Museum of The Weird, and then to a (terrible!) laptop music battle. The idea was really cool: A dozen pair of musicians battle, each one gets exactly 3 minutes, crowd decides which ones move on to the next round. Unfortunately, the music was (seriously) horrible and (even more seriously) boring. I would love to sign up for next year and kick some ass.

Saturday morning was more delicious breakfast, and Saturday night was a party full of wonderful and weird entertainment. A lot of fun until the lineup for the washrooms became longer than the lineup to get in. Ended up at a place called The Jackalope, which is quite likely the most awesome bar in the world. Pulled pork quesadillas are like a sex party for your mouth.

Had lunch Sunday with the Wordpress crew, and then a night drive to Driftwood, Texas, where we made a pilgrimage to the best barbeque in a day’s travel: The Salt Lick. I tried to take photos of it, but there was no way to capture the scale of the place. It’s two or three huge buildings, with a parking lot the size of Rideau Centre. Serious fucking food. (Also, serious fucking drinking: Driftwood is in a dry county, so it’s BYOB — there were families there who brought massive coolers-on-wheels full of beer and whiskey.)

Spent a beautiful Monday day walking around South Congress, which is what Queen Street West would have been if everyone there listened to psychobilly instead of post-punk.  In the evening was the EFF party, which reminded me of the Dark Carnivals, except with cooler vendors and less interesting visual artists. The headlining artist was Ian McLagan (formerly of the Faces [with Ronnie Wood, Kenny Jones, and Rod Stewart], aka The Modfather), and we snuck backstage to hang out with him for a few hours after the show, where he gave us many drinks and told us hilarious stories about Bob Dylan and Billy Bragg. Stopped by the Casino El Camino on the way back to the hotel for a delicious dirty cheeseburger (and to say hi to The Amazing Mr. Lifto) before calling it a night.

Then Tuesday a brief stop at Austin’s finest haberdashery, a bunch of hours on a couple of planes, stopped by Zaphods for the last few hours of the night, and (finally) home.

How was your week?

PRETTY EYES PRETTY EYES

(More SXSW Photos on my Flickr.)

SXSW So Far

I’m in Austin for the next few days at SXSW Interactive. The wifi and cell networks here are absolutely terrible, but I’ll try to keep in touch whenever I can find a proper pipe.

Some highlights so far (you can see all the Austin photos on my Flickr):

Austin Airport

My hotel.

First session of the day.

....or did it?

…and how could I not visit THE MUSEUM OF THE WEIRD?

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Trapped behind the gate at Frankfurt airport. Flight is late, screaming children are everywhere. We were told to arrive three hours early, security took away my iced tea and there is literally nothing to drink here (and no way to get anything to drink), and I’ve forgotten all three of my books in my checked luggage.

This is going to be a terrible flight.

Only an hour left until we board!

…and then only eleven more hours until we land!

…and then five more hours in a car to get home!

If maschinenfest weren’t so awesome I would be pretty pissed off.

Bruxells

Grand Place
Grand-Place, Belgium

A Farewell to Maschinenfest

Winterkalte

Why is it that I am in Germany, you ask?

Maschinenfest: the first half

Iszoloscope

Iszoloscope

Iszoloscope
Iszoloscope

Mono No Aware

Mono No Aware
Mono No Aware

Scorn

Scorn
Scorn

P·A·L
P·A·L

Empusae and Friends

Empusae and Friends

Empusae and Friends

Empusae and Friends
Empusae and Friends

Larvae
Larvae

Hysteresis

Hysteresis

Hysteresis
Hysteresis

Kirdec

Kirdec

Kirdec
Kirdec

Montreal

Birdman

Birdman

Salaam

Salaam

1 Castle, Az iz.

1 Castle, Az iz.

And then there were four

And then there were four.

And then there were six

And then there were six.

the eye of the storm

the eye of the storm

Living

Living

Ninja Fam

Ninja fam

MMMMM

MMMMM

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One of the weirdest things about this trip is the peek it gives on how I could have turned out.

I’m a bit of a celebrity here, because I’m the only one of Flint’s children who made it to his sister’s funeral (the big man himself was explicitly uninvited, and was smart enough to stay away).

Of course, no one here really knows me. They know a part of my story, or what I was like when I was eight or ten or fourteen. (One aunt refuses to refer to me by my name, she calls me “the genius” instead, like I’m from a different world.)

I’m asked a lot why I never moved back to montreal, why I’m not moving back now. There’s opportunity abound (this cousin just bought a fido store on a whim, that uncle runs a very successful new media firm, etc.) and it’s difficult to articulate my reasons in ways that make any sense to them.

The stories shared over drinks (congac that I could never afford, let alone appreciate) are equally alien: turning Bill Gates down for an opportunity to invest in Microsoft in ‘73, trying to call a cab to a family-owned factory in the heart of Compton at 4AM, or paying off a hit on a brother to save their life (and then telling them years later how much they regretted it).

More to come as I get the chance to post it.

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