Since my main activity these days is hanging out with a three-year-old, I don't go out on the town as much anymore. In the company of my son, a serious trainspotter, I've learned to get my kicks from counting Alberta Wheat Pool boxcars (Alec is a fan of reading "Canpotex" over and over - he just thinks it's a funny word). You know you've sat at too many train crossings when you actually begin to recognize the work of different graffiti artists - people who probably live as far away as Ontario but whose tags ride the rails through my neighbourhood on a daily basis.
This may not sound like much fun - but hey, as three-year-old obsessions go, it could be much worse. Sometimes, though, I have these faint but glorious memories of the time I spent out in Calgary's hipster scene long ago. Even now, a fair-sized chunk of my identity owes its existence to that now-buried decade of, among other things, late-night artsy escapades. So when I heard that Hot Nuts & Popcorn was scheduled for a brief renaissance - and just a few blocks away in the Loose Moose Theatre at the Crossroads Market - I knew I couldn't miss it. ...
This may not sound like much fun - but hey, as three-year-old obsessions go, it could be much worse. Sometimes, though, I have these faint but glorious memories of the time I spent out in Calgary's hipster scene long ago. Even now, a fair-sized chunk of my identity owes its existence to that now-buried decade of, among other things, late-night artsy escapades. So when I heard that Hot Nuts & Popcorn was scheduled for a brief renaissance - and just a few blocks away in the Loose Moose Theatre at the Crossroads Market - I knew I couldn't miss it. ...
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