Things that happened this weekend: Sunday List Vom.

— Magical ecologies with Dorian Sagan (yes, that Sagan) and Richard Doyle. Discussion of immanence and avoidance of politics and feminism by the presenters. Hesitant but magically engaged audience. More to come on Monday with the Eco/logics discussion group.

— RHUBARB performance festival involved beans being eaten and regurgitated in a protest of western expansionism, the erasure and violence perpetrated against Métis people, the serene pastoralization of rape in western movies; dancing FIRE which means all sorts of ways of being in a body and being a dancer, projections, lots and lots of projections in the spiritual sense, beautify and beautiful popping around spritely; DIRTY PLÖTZ which was just WOW, all female cabaret super FEMINISM which has involved all kinds of empowering skin dwelling, nakedness, things happening on stage which some people will find unspeakable, but which must be witnessed to be understood in context; gay boys are scared of vaginas, at least some of them squealed when the opening of the show involved too much vagina for them; full moons JESS DOBKIN reading and sharing a lot of herself on the stage, and splashing off the stage too; a dance of ropes done by the Little Trickster; so much in between laughter, hand WRINGING which is my new favorite thing (ALEX TIGCHELAAR) — This isn’t really a review, just a string of thoughts — HEATHER McLEAN gave us TOBY SHARTP hilarious urban guru with disgusting mustache and ideas about community; Trixie CANE teaches us how to disown those who are so homophobic that they cannot deal with us all using postcards; ZOE WHITTALL KEISHA SCOTT strikes an odd chord and offers ‘honest,’ but highly problematic assumptions, in her reading inventorying experiences of the IDLE NO MORE movement; I run into old friends, have a drink, eat poutine and this is called a night

— CLOSING PARTY for the incredible art of HAZEL MEYER; works that are FELT and drawn out this show is called NO THEORY NO CRY and it is perfect for you and for me and for all of us. I am photographed by the artist holding a book that I made in the context of the party; the book is full of contributions to the project and ends with an e-mail exchange in which we get to understand the displacement and odd politics of staging something FEMINIST and ARTISTIC in Toronto. I don’t know what happened, but it happened. The walls in this show are covered in the folds of brains and intestines; your gut and your mind, how do they speak to you. I am touched by the theme “AWAY WITH YOUR MAN VISIONS” even though I spend more time talking to people, including new friends just as I was complaining about not having too many new friends, than looking at the art. I wish this were an opening and not a closing, but thank you ART METROPOLE and thank you HAZEL MEYER.

— TOP CHEF is a TV show that I watch and I watched it with friends.

How was your weekend? Good, I hope.