Monthly Archives: July 2012

“It’s time for protest art!”


So I finally got to see Step Up Revolution, and I am happy to report that it was everything I dreamed it would be — and more! So many of the classic Teen Dance Movie clichés were represented in this movie, including:

  • ★ Boy and girl from opposite sides of “the tracks”
  • ★ First meeting between the main characters involving a dance-off
  • ★ Dance school snobs
  • ★ Characters getting sprayed by water, turning their white t-shirts transparent
  • ★ “Street” dancers vs. “legitimate” dancers
  • ★ Stern-but-loving parent who initially disapproves of their child’s dance aspirations, but comes around in the end
  • ★ Someone delivering the line “Rules are meant to be broken!”
  • ★ Overprotective best friend
  • ★ A misunderstanding that drives the main couple apart
  • ★ Epic Final Dance Scene (of course — it wouldn’t be a Teen Dance Movie without this)

And, you guys! AND! Not only does the movie contain all of those tried-and-true plot devices, it ALSO features some v. important social commentary, which is a departure from the previous Step Up movies. You see, the male protagonist, Sean, grew up in the “barrio” in Miami, where people are poor but have artistic souls and plenty of street cred. The female lead, Emily, is the daughter of a rich hotel tycoon played by Peter Gallagher…

peter gallagher

What the hell am I doing in this movie?? I’m Sandy Cohen! Someone please get my agent on the phone…

…who is planning on razing Sean’s entire neighbourhood to the ground to build a new hotel chain. Clearly this is unacceptable, so the dance crew (called “The Mob”) stages a series of guerilla dance protest events in order to bring down the greedy corporate suits and their plans for gentrification.

Do they succeed?

Well…you’ll just have to go see it to find out!

Oh, and also?

Moose is back!




Wishful Skillin’: Rainbow Happiness Lollipop Land

rainbow happiness

lollipop sky

If it rains, no problem — I’ve got a lollipop umbrella! But it won’t rain. Nothing but blue skies here…

We’re Not Alone

Litany Against Fear

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing……Only I will remain.

–Frank Herbert, Dune


Gummi Worms

gummy worms

Who doesn’t love gummi worms? Even just looking at them makes me happy — all squishy and squiggly (and delicious!)

I like them so much that I drew a little picture in tribute:


Don’t you think it would be great to dive into a huge vat of them and roll around? You’d get a bit sticky, it’s true, but I think it’d be worth it.

Wishful Skillin’: Woodstock

woodstock skillz

In light of the fact that I am headed off to a weekend-long music festival I decided to make today’s instalment of Wishful Skillin’ about one of the most epic festivals of all time — Woodstock. Sure, the entire place turned into a giant mud pit, and there were half a million hippies milling around, but I still think it would’ve been an awesome experience.

Apparently heavily fringed white jackets were de rigueur at Woodstock, which is amazing in and of itself, and certainly worth the price of admission.


Roger Daltrey


Jimi Hendrix


Sly Stone

I can’t imagine many other contexts in which this particular item of clothing would be appropriate, except for maybe on Dallas Cowgirl Barbie, or the contestants from ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’. The fact that these dudes manage to pull it off without affecting their manliness is a fairly impressive feat. In fact, Hendrix looks downright casual. ‘What, this old thing? I always jam out on crazy guitar solos while sporting flamboyant fringed jackets’.*

*In fact, he did.

I will leave you with a few performances from Woodstock. Hope you all have a very groovy, far-out weekend.

psychedelic skillz

Peace out, brothers and sisters

Self Pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

–D.H. Lawrence