In these competitive scholastic times, I hold out a pinch of hope that the motionless library-goer absorbed in a biomechanics textbook has secretly hollowed out the pages to accommodate a read that’s a little more sinister.

Have you ever walked through campus with your iPod blaring and eyes glued to the ground, or pretended to be texting, to avoid meeting someone’s eye?

The first thing you realize about Jill Barber is that she’s overtly and self-admittedly a romantic.

Soul Shakedowns are refreshing.

After 10 successful years, Kingston’s reelout queer film & video festival has matured into the second largest queer film festival in Ontario, and Friday night’s gala proved why.

Kat E. Burns, front-lady of Toronto’s Forest City Lovers, is a busy lady.

Cold War spy novels are a guilty pleasure of mine.

So there’s this guy, right? We met through friends and totally hit it off.

How does one go about making a three-tiered theatre sandwich?

Opera and student are not two words you often hear paired together.

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen and embraced a film as earnest and as sincere as Were The World Mine.

Spawned in the early years of the millennium from a dreadful reality show, Girls Aloud have surpassed their (considerable) early promise to become one of Britain’s most successful and critically acclaimed bands.

The financial climate, the job market, the environment, Obama moving into the White House—change is everywhere in 2009, and the team of individuals involved in this year’s production of the Vagina Monologues are getting in on it.

Back in the 80s, Freddie Mercury and the boys of Queen threw down a track entitled “Radio Ga Ga.”

There’s something to be said for coming full-circle, especially if that means a return to friends and the University where you served as writer-in-residence.

I first read After Dark after an insomniac binge of espresso and energy drinks on an oddly chilly summer’s night. I

Upon entering the Modern Fuel Artist-Run Centre, I felt as if I had waltzed into a miniature version of the Toronto Science Centre.

Eleven years ago an overwhelming number of people crammed into in the back of the now-defunct Kingston gay bar 477 to watch seven short films that explored queer themes and issues.

The waltz of the suburbs—house-car-job, kids-cash-death—verges unwaveringly on a eulogy to lives barely-lived.