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Most viewed posts of 2010

Here’s NH2F’s top 10 posts of 2010…

10) “Mayor Staypuft,” or Adam gets bitter about Toronto’s mayor, throws insults, but still puts forward good questions, to which no one cares to discuss.
9) “Fear Of Fighting,” or Adam yammering1 about the author.
8) “Vistek,” or Adam yammering about shitty customer service.
7) “How Did JFK Get My Spaghetti Video,” or Adam photographs a hottie.
6) “The End of Stillepost.ca,” or Adam has an idea to make the world a better place, but no one gives a shit.
5) “Poutine,” or I’m drunk.
4) “Apple & Canadian English,” or Adam doesn’t like that his iPhone neglects his nation.
3) “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World,” or Adam writes about a film.
2) “The Doctor Is Out,” or Adam bids adieu to the 10th Doctor.
1) “Ward 29 Debate,” or Adam visits his all-candidates debate.

  1. “Stop your yammering, and start your plannering, promposal-wise.” []

Favourite posts of 2010

I thought I’d go through my year, and see my favourite posts from 2010. This is not a list of my favourite concerts, albums, etc, but rather my favourite posts.



  • My first brunch experience at the Old Nick… I now go there weekly… at least.


  • A personal tale about knowing an author, Stacey Fowles, and then reading her novel. I would then embarrass myself by not recognizing her in a future meeting.
  • Reading about Canada & Mr. Diefenbaker.


  • Questions about where the groove might actually be.
  • Dan Mangan performed at Trinity St. Paul’s.


  • This photo is my lock-screen photo on my iPhone.
  • Some of my best portrait shots are of Allegra.
  • I had fun taking photos of Natalia.
  • While the subject might not have been too fond of these pictures, I think they’re quite good. Sure, the subject is ugly1, but that doesn’t matter much.



Best insights into humanity, as written by me

  • “If you see a penis, it’s a comedy; if you see a vagina, it’s a drama. It explains why women laugh when I remove my pants.”
  • “Either I’m becoming a normal human being, or I have liver failure.”
  • “Her prose are compelling, straight to the point, and beautiful in their nude honesty.”4
  1. I know she’s not really ugly, but our friendship is based on mutual hatred. []
  2. Actually, I also proposed to Aviva. 2011 is sure going to be busy. []
  3. “Alone in a corner, surrounded by candy.” []
  4. Proud of that one, because of how true it is. []

March 2010, in review

Books I read (6/10) – 60%:
Overqualified by Joey Comeau | Originally published 2009  
Fear of Fighting by Stacey May Fowles & Marlena Zuber | Originally published 2008  
Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season Eight Volume 4 Time Of Your Life by Jeph Loeb & Joss Whedon | Originally published 2009
Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby  | Originally released 2009
Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season Eight Volume 5 Predators & Prey by Joss Whedon, Jane Espenson, Steven S. DeKnight, Drew Z Geenberg, Jim Krueger, Doug Petrie & Georges Jeanty | Originally published 2009

Films I saw (28/52) – 54%:
In The Loop | Originally released 2009
Inglourious Basterds | Originally released 2009
Eastern Promises | Originally released 2007   
The Last Station | Originally released 2009
The Silent Partner | Originally released 1978   
Shivers | Originally released 1975   
Zombieland | Originally released 2009
Videodrome | Originally released 1983   
Weird Sex and Snowshoes | Originally released 2004   
Les Raquetteurs | Originally released 1958   

Albums I bought (23/52) – 44%:
Thrush Hermit box set   

Shows I attended (11/52) – 21%:
Bitter City & Ramona @ Rancho Relaxo; March 25, 2010   
Thrush Hermit (w/ All Night Long) @ Lee’s Palace; March 26, 2010   
Thrush Hermit (w/ Attack In Black) @ Lee’s Palace; March 27, 2010   

Fear of Fighting

I used to work at a computer store. It wasn’t a great job. I worked in corporate sales. My then-coworker Vince1 used to befriend his clients, he really liked them. I didn’t get it. Customers were the bane of my existence, they came in, asked stupid questions, wanted better pricing, took up time that could be better used drinking, or reading, or what-have-you.

Maybe this is why I wasn’t a very good salesman, I never understood the joy of sales, to me, the job was a means to an end, not a career, but a stop-gap until I figured out what the hell I wanted to do with my life. Surprisingly it worked, that job led to my career. I’m a twenty-something with a CAREER. Back then, I was a character from Clerks, two-dimensional characters making Star Wars jokes. Sure there were a handful of stories I could tell from my time there, which did give me joy. There was the time I fixed Geordi LaForge’s iPod.2 I also created a flag in the company POS, for what we called lame-ass celebrities,3 then we’d type in “LAC” under keywords.

“My lord, what the hell does this have to do with that book cover pictured above?”

I was getting there. I had this one4 client, Stacey Fowles, a really incredible woman. She was working for a non-profit, who went through a lot of ink. I tried to convince them to switch to colour lasers, they nixed that, oh well, it meant I got to see Stacey more often. I looked forward to her visits, and when she’d pop by we’d spend an hour or two on the sales floor chatting, rarely about anything work related, with lots of “I should get back to my desk” or “I should get back to my office.” It’s through her that I learned the term “gaybourhood” which I much prefer to “the village” and use in everyday conversation.5 I assume she doesn’t remember me, but I enjoyed that intermittent friendship we had.

So Stacey was writing her first novel, somehow I believed that she was actually writing a novel, and not one of the million people who are “writing a novel.”6 She wrote that novel, it’s called Be Good, and it’s really good. The day I found out it was published, being the poor stalker I am, it was considerably after it was published, I immediately hopped in my car and drove to da Yorkdale.7 I read the book cover-to-cover… over the span of a week, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Now, sick in bed, a couple years later I had the opportunity to read her second novel, Fear of Fighting, over the past two days.

Bored as you are with my personal attachment to Ms. Fowel’s writing, I’ll now tell you about the novel.

Fear of Fighting is told in the first-person by Marni, a twenty-something woman who guides the audience through her relationship with Ben. From first “date” when Marni stands by his side as he wretches, through sex, through love, through aggression, through breakup, through hatred, through acceptance and standing by Ben’s new girlfriend’s side as she wretches.

Fowles’8 describes a breakup that is perhaps the most accurate and bare of any I’ve previously read.

In our final days Ben got drunk more often and I got high more often, and it got to the point where all the time we spent together was simply time spent watching Battlestar Galactica and tolerating each other via intoxicants. Ben would fall asleep on the couch to avoid sharing a bed with me, and while he slept and snored I would stare at him with utter disgust.

Her prose are compelling, straight to the point, and beautiful in their nude honesty. She will occasionally include a chapter, which is four pages at the most, told from the voice of Neil, her older neighbour who’s in love with her, but she assumes is gay, based on the fact that they live in the gaybourhood. It’s a narrative choice she made in Be Good, to tell the story using different voices, and I think in Fowles’ first novel causes a clutter that is often hard to navigate between. With Fear of Fighting, Fowles clears up the clutter, and the narrative jumps are much clearer and better aid the narrative of the story.9

Fowles doesn’t pull punches, and chapter 24, which is transcribed below in its entirety really sums up Marni’s paranoia, and depression.

I think at some point the fear of dying alone outweighs the fear of fucking the same person for the rest of your life.

Because I knew Stacey in the limited nature of a flirty, but professional relationship, reading this book I’m seeing many aspects of the woman I once knew in Marni, but it’s hard to resolve my mind’s connections between Stacey and Marni. The Stacey I knew was never insecure or unsure of the woman she was, and that is the central makeup of who Marni is and yet there are so many pieces here and there which I relate to the author and so while reading it I was imagining Stacey, an altered Stacey, but a Stacey none the less. Those who have never met her, fortunately will never make that connection, and so they can see Marni as I’m sure she’s intended.

I’ll leave you with one of my favourite excerpts from the novel.

I can remember a time before, when I was not this alone. A time before, when I was part of a “we.” I got invited to dinner parties and was treated as if I was worth something more simply because I had someone to share my bed with. That’s the way the world works; people in partnerships are somehow worth more simply because they have someone to consistently fuck.

ETA: Allegra says this post makes it sound like the book is a “chick book” and I thought I’d mention that it totally is.

All my best,

  1. Vince later became my coworker once again, when my current employer took my suggestion that hiring him would be brilliant. []
  2. I fail at geek, I had to check to see how to spell Geordi’s name. []
  3. Mike Bullard. []
  4. I should amend this and say there was one other client, Richard Bell, he played keyboards for Janis Joplin, The Band, Burrito Deluxe and numerous other bands. He died a few years back. One of the most genuinely sincere men I’ve had the pleasure to meet, and it took about a year before I knew who he was beyond that really nice customer. []
  5. Such as, “going to the gaybourhood is a great ego boost.” []
  6. If you’re wondering, I’m not. []
  7. If you too had a Yiddish Bubie, you’d also call it “da Yorkdale.” []
  8. If I write “Stacey’s” it seems like I’m saying the voice is her own and not that of Marni’s. If I say “Fowles'” it sounds too distant from the woman I knew. []
  9. As I’m sure my second post using footnotes will better aid the narrative of the post. []