Results tagged “gawker”

When Eye published an article in August about how Toronto has no Gawker equivalent, and specifically faulted us for "all-consuming earnestness" and being unable to address the city's "gore," we didn't really have anything to say about it. Torontoist co-founder and NOW Online Editor Josh Errett does, though: in this week's issue of the already Torontoist-heavy mag, Errett cuts to the chase, chronicling the creation of Torontoist as proof positive that something like Gawker couldn't exist here, in no small part because of the "bizarre hypersensitivity of some of our best about-towns."

You may have noticed our new Profile system, rolled out a week ago, which segregates our commenters into two groups: those who have a profile (and who are identified by the name that they choose), and those who don't (identified, across the board, as a "guest").

Even though tomorrow is World Car Free Day, Torontoist wants to warn those TTC virgins that sometimes the Better Way is not always the Better Smelling Way. Gawker just released a NYC Transit - Google map mash up of what each station smells like for their glorious Gotham. We suspect that if this kind of map were to be created for Toronto, the TTC would send out legal notices like it did poor local blogger Robot Johnny.

Jaunted.com gave us this heads up about Toronto's mini version of the Gawker Stalker. It's a Google Maps mash-up following around Portman while she's filming Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Which has such a terrible title but has Dustin Hoffman, which kinda makes up for it.

It's old news now, but just in case you didn't hear, Boing Boing editor and former Torontonian Cory Doctorow is one of three judges for the 2006 Blooker prize. The Lulu Blooker prize is awarded to the best non-fiction, fiction and comic books inspired by a blog (or blog turned into books). The most impressive title on the short list, in Torontoist's humble opinion is Julie Powell's Julie and Julia, the New York secretary that cooked every recipe in Julia Child's epic Mastering the Art of French Cooking. But we also have a soft spot for Toronto artist Ryan North's Dinosaur Comics. (pictured above)

of the candidates.

Emily Jendrisak, daughter of Christine Jendrisak and Jerry Jendrisak of Madison, Wisconsin, was married Saturday, September 17th to Gavin Miles McInnes, son of James McInnes and Loraine McInnes of Nepean, Ontario.

Like anyone else, Torontoist can't help but be occasionally overwhelmed by the traumatic events in other areas of the world. This week is obviously one of those occasions. Our thoughts are in Louisiana.

The National Basketball Association's MVP and super cute BC native Steve Nash could very well be approaching superhero status in Toronto. Over the weekend, millions (or thousands) of Nashophiles were speculating whether the camera phone picture below, courtesy of Gawker, was really Hair Canada playing an impromptu game of pick-up in NYC. The Gawker reportage, which posted at least three pictures of Nash balling with non-NBA players, have since been confirmed. What a guy!

Thanks to Gawker, we feel better about the time we fell asleep during Copenhagen. Apparently, we're not alone. Authoress and inventoress Margaret Atwood also finds time to fall asleep on cultural evenings out. But only after first boring the audience with her own speechery.

Like a wannabee Gawker, we thought we'd steal an animated gif in the service of quality posting. Except instead of the flashing siren, we've gone gragger. It's a noisy little contraption used solely for the purpose of annoying people on this most triangular of Jewish holidays. Happy Purim all!

Persuant to Friday's discussions of the merits of Eckler and McLaren, and who would win in a blindfolded mud wrestle, TOist would like to enter yesterday's NYTimes style piece by Rebecca Eckler as exhibit A in the case for Eckler. Yes, Leah has both a farm and a perky nose, but Eckler has two men, a little lady, and the skills necessary to expose her shambling affairs to anyone who has the patience to stomach the travesty that is the Sunday Styles Modern Love column. Here at TOist we nearly lost our brunch when we got to the Modern Love page, but the fault lies squarely on our shoulders for having bothered to read past the cheerful enlightenment of 'A Night Out With Keren Ann.'

Yesterday, Gawker reported on the demise of Suede magazine. And for a site that trades on snark, the tone was surprisingly empathetic, supportive even. Fast forward to today's Globe and Mail, which is easily summed up as Canadian Flares Out by way of a front page story on Suzanne Boyd's once promising New York publication. Why is this unfortunate mag sacking a cover story, TOist has to wonder. Why make a cover story of a talented editor who was felled by the notoriously fickle publishing world? Especially when Ms. Boyd's mag may yet rise again, from its own psychedelic ashes. More interesting would have been a story that talked a bit about dismal ad sales, and why advertisers wouldn't touch a mag that was geared to young, hip, black women, however well-executed it may have been. TOist votes more analysis, less schadenfreude.

But back to the coffee cups and their venti-circumferencing wisdom. With Starbucks here in Canada, why no Canadian personalities? 'Cancontent,' we cry! We could certainly muster up someone to say something that could rival the gems put forth by that treacly character Mitch Albom!

- Don't forget: That the Arcade Fire is on Conan tonight. Maybe he'll dance like a dodo.

Why wasn't Dan Ackroyd CBC's 'Greatest Canadian?' The network's exercise in garish anointment (rightly) gave us Tommy Douglas as Prime Time star for the evening, but Dan's got the charisma and the c.v. too! Gawker's Scoop gives us the lowdown on Ackroyd's rampant America-hating, and just in time for the commander-in-chief's visit to Dan's home turf too. All this Krankery is, in TOist's opinion, perfect pr for Ackroyd's cranky new film, though Ms. Scoop doesn't think so. Dan's in the finest form we've seen since The Great Outdoors.

Today brings us yet another installment in the Dov Charney Media Feature Lovefest. This time from the Times, by way of Gawker. Even before the US outlets caught on to the charisma of American Apparel's Canadian Porn Star in Chief, Dov was hyped in an amazingly lengthy and nuanced piece by Mireille Silcoff. And now, every gal with a pen and a pulse knows she can go to LA (or NY) to meet with Dov and generate the same hot hot print heat. Read in sucession, Dov's exploits (not labour exploiting) are a bit numbing. And though it's hard not to appreciate a guy who, according to the NYT, describes himself as "born in the brisket" of Montreal Jewry, at the end of the day, an overpriced t is but that. Maybe all the journos can get together and write the guy a play.