This is the small piece of avant-garde note paper I was given when I took part in an audience participation exhibit during SCOTIABANK Nuit Blanche presented by SCOTIABANK (p.s. SCOTIABANK) on the streets of Toronto late last night. We all squeezed onto this large red sculpture which was actually capable of self-powered locomotion. I found the experience quite thrilling and it challenged my concepts of individualism and existence, but the other participants didn’t really seem to “get it”. When we got to High Park station they simply disembarked, giving virtually no indication that they appreciated or even were fully cognisant of the transcendental and transient experience that had coalesced around us from simple materials, the artist’s intent, and our shared, chance encounter.

I thought you said you wrote a post but it was all lies. I can’t believe you would use the Internet as a vehicle for your lies. I also can’t wait until tomorrow morning when I get to post the thousands of Nuit Blanche photos I took when I was too busy thinking about what I would post to the blog to appreciate the art.

Bike fight?

I just want to clarify that if you haven’t posted a video of yourself creating an acid net out of household items (from your blackberry) by the time I arrive, there will be hell to pay.

Testing, testing.

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We need that inappropriate picture from Michelle.