Smorgasbord

I visited my old school, The University of Wealthy Ontarians on the weekend. It was a short trip I dubbed "Spring Break!" but it was a very cold break in London, Ontario. Re-visiting the past is a nice way to re-connect with oneself. I found myself reverting back to old habits: taking the same walk around Gazette office, using the same bathroom stall down the hall, eating familiar favourite foods, etc. It's only been a couple years, but lots of changes happened and well, what can you do? (Now that I've seen the makeover with my own eyes, I'm still angry with The Spoke "Lounge.")

On our way out of the city on a very cold Monday morning, we called in to my favourite radio station, CHRW and made some requests for the drive out. Magical Mystery Mondays was kind enough to play some Stars and Arcade Fire for us and speaking of The Fire...

Stereogum posts two mp3s from Arcade Fire's visit to KCRW where they covered the Magnetic Field's "Born on a Train" and a new original "Intervention."

I'm braving the frigid cold to go to Spacing's Public Space Invader fundraiser at The Drake tonight. It's an evening of short films about life in public space and it should be good. I'm just grateful for fundraisers that aren't the generic DJ+bar formula. Whoot.

And speaking of fundraisers, we at the Ryerson Review of Journalism are looking for a place to hold our fundraiser. It needs to be wheelchair accessible and we prefer somewhere with reasonably priced beverages. Ideas?

Comments

[Bill Doskoch]

Here's why I've never been back to my student paper.

First of all, I was a student journo a lifetime ago.

Once, during the summer, I was in the Gateway's office (student paper at the University of Alberta) and was there all by my lonesome.

But not for long!

A person I didn't know came in. He had a haunted look on his face. He moved towards the centre of the room and looked slowly around as though he was having problems comprehending something, his mouth hanging slightly open. Then he spoke.

"I was the first Gatewayer to go to Japan with the Golden Bears," he said (note: the name of the campus sports teams; he was referring to the hockey team).

What I found especially odd was he wasn't addressing his remark to me. He was just talking to the walls.

And then he left.

Since then, I've never gone back to the old digs. I don't want to come even close to leaving that impression on my successors. :)

[Andrea Chiu]

Haha.
Great story Bill.