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The New York Times has gotten around to writing about Igor Kenk; an article by Ian Austen will appear on page A7 in Friday's paper, and at 1100+ words, it's apparently the longest article written about Toronto in the Times since that boring travel one in May. We're gonna be world-famous! [via Digg.]

Since January 2006, quirky black-and-white brushstroke illustrations have graced the back page of the The New York Times Magazine. The work is that of Toronto-based designer and OCAD teacher Bob Hambly, who just completed his 500th illustration—a bus—for the prestigious Sunday newspaper supplement.

Earlier this week, The New York Times ditched their Times Select subscription thing, a move that saw content previously available for about $8 a month––like some well-liked columnists, for instance––unlocked and made free for everyone. Best of all, though, was the huge amount of material from the newspaper's archives that was set free, dating all the way back to 1851.

Kevin McLaughlin of Autoshare points us to this article in today's New York Times, about how New York City's subway system––encompassing some 277 underground stations––is to be set up over the next six years to allow for cellphone usage. Transit Wireless, the company that won the right to set up the network, will give the transit system at least $50 million over 10 years, and will incur all costs associated with building the network.

Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love My Bike

When people first hear the words "Professional Pillow Fight League," they often conjure images of jello-wrestling and hair pulling. However, if you've ever been to a Pillow Fight League event, you know that the fights are real, they're violent, and they're bloody entertaining.

It was only inevitable; indeed, they would say we asked for it. The Secret, the latest in a long line of mega-selling self-help phenomena, is on its way to Toronto. Several "teachers" featured in the original film and the subsequent book will be holding forth on April 14th and 15th at the Westin Harbour Castle. The promotional literature is distinguished by its modest proposal: "The Secret to everything—the secret to life filled with joy, good health, financial freedom, loving relationships, abundant energy, youth: everything you ever wanted." Profundity and provocation are sure to be the order of the day.

This afternoon, Torontoist noticed two enormous Jane Pitfield signs on the lawn of a Gloucester Street apartment building, which got us to thinking: does a landlord have a right to erect election signs at a building shared by many who might disagree with the endorsement?

Friday, we caught the 9:15 pm show of at the Bloor Cinema.

You know who's going to be upset about those Bikini Bandits? The Houston school system. Houstonist also reports on some redevelopment shenanigans over a landmark theater.

DCist is screwed in the event of an oil crisis. Not that we're not all screwed in the event of an oil crisis, just D.C. is more screwed. Don't sell your car yet, District resident, a cabbie can kick you to the curb if he doesn't like your address. Not even Metro can save you now.

Frank over at OMG Blog passed along this ludicrous looking poster that he spotted along Queen West. It's yet another condo development with yet another silly marketing slogan, this time the Bohemian Embassy. Frank goes on to critique the co-option of the word bohemian by various things including Broadway musicals, and now really really inept condo marketers.

An observant reader let us know that The New York Times Travel section has a piece on Toronto's revitalization as a travel destination, which means somebody at Tourism Toronto has been doing their job.

The only major release particularly worth recounting this week is the Wachowski brothers' V for Vendetta, and though it comes so shortly (you’d almost think they planned it!) after Natalie Portman’s sweary rap from Saturday Night Live went viral, the current reaction seems to be that even dudes who like bald chicks with dodgy English accents should just save up for a trip to Camden instead. The New York Times has a particularly nice piece on the beef Alan Moore, the author of the original graphic novel, has with the film, and it should clearly remind everyone to run out and buy everything he’s ever written, because it’s all the brilliant work of a genius.

Abuse, dancing, destruction, disappointment, death and Laffy Taffy, in that order:

In the year that the popularity of the ringtone might have outweighed the popularity of the single, Toronto-I-S-T comes up with the top ten songs that mattered in 2005.

Owen Pallett's most raucous cheerleader has to be blogger, Globe and Mail writer and man about town Carl Wilson. He's been singing Pallett's praises for months and all of this worthy praise has culminated in a profile in the New York Times arts section!

There's no real analysis needed here, so here you have the basics: The Islands are two individuals from the Unicorns, who wrote the song to counter the absurdism of "Do They Know It's Christmas?" The track and its four versions feature impressive-slash-slightly unnoticable contributions by David Cross, Malcolm McLaren, Feist, Wolf Parade, Arcade Fire, Buck 65, Beck, Karen O, Sonic Youth, Postal Service, Rilo Kiley and almost everyone else. And now, a new video and ringtones for the song. Available at Soundscapes for $4.99. For UNICEF.

Ouch. How very silly.

, a movement-based piece of puppet theatre based on the life and art of Frida Kahlo. Torontoist has only seen bits of the show workshopped, but we were particularly impressed by a sequence where Frida (played by Brandy Leary, also the company's founder and artistic director) dances a tango with a life-size skeleton. Anandam performed the show to great acclaim at the New York Fringe Festival, making good enough to merit a mention in The New York Times.

Ah lad lit, publishers trying to cash in on the success of “chick lit” writers like Helen Fielding, Candace Bushnell and Sophie Kinsella tried to create a the genre over the last couple of years. Thankfully it died a quick (and hopefully painful) death.

If the New York Times were John Travolta, they would be in the Look Who's Talking stage of their careers. But, seriously. Let's not go too far with the Ad Hominem Tu Quoque jokes (even though those are the best jokes ever). Instead, let's look at yesterday's "Was Canada Too Good To Be True?" article in THE newspaper of record.

Speaking last week to the New York Times, Maple Leaf Tie Domi hinted at toppling the current NHLPA and league administration. The Quizno's spokesman doesn't like the way Player's boss Bob Goodenow or NHL commish Gary Bettman have handled the current lock-out situation. But unlike the average TSN talking head, Domers went so far as to suggest that the two administrators be replaced. (This is a better alternative to replacing players, although Mr. Domi could have been replaced three seasons ago.) Here is what the large-headed tough guy said:

This week's weeklies point us to few concerts of musical and cultural import, namely, the Over The Top Fest. Torontoist would just like to emphasize this: The music kicks off tonight with found-sound bad boys The Books at the Abbas-Mo (464 Spadina), New York Times favourites Mice Parade at the Poor Alex (296 Brunswick), and By Divine Right headlining at Sneaks (431 College). The rest of the weekend includes MC Paul Barman, Amy Millan, Republic of Safety, AIDSWolf, Thunderbirds are Now! and a lot more. More on these concerts, and specifically Paul Barman, later.

You’ve heard it here before.  You’ve read it in the New York Times and Spin magazine and countless other publications.  Montreal is where it’s at and the Arcade Fire is THE Canadian band.  Why even bother to offer an adjective, there’s just too many too choose from.  The critically-and-David Bowie-acclaimed Arcade Fire is “Canada’s most intriguing rock band,” as declared by this week’s Time Magazine’s Canadian Edition, on newsstands now.

Fashionistas, thrifters and all-around shopping enthusiasts came together at the Toronto Vintage Clothing and Textile Show on Saturday in pursuit of that one, or two, or three great find(s).  The show was held at the Enoch Turner Schoolhouse in downtown Toronto for its first 12 years, then moved to Edwards Gardens last year, and this year found itself in the CBC Broadcast Centre.  The large atrium accommodated over twenty of Ontario’s top vintage clothing and antique textile dealers, including The Bead Goes On, Girlztown, Courage My Love, Cadabout, Petticoat Lane, Goodnight Moon, Sweet Trash, Artophile, Last Tango, and others.

In Sunday's New York Times Fashion Mag, Brûlé gets all up in the teased hair and shoulder pads of the modern newscaster. Fashion travesties all of them, he cries from the pages of that glossy redesign! Brûlé gets all sorts of deep in his wishlist of an article about what the people delivering the news oughta be getting delivered to their closets. To wit: "For two-way satellite interviews from economic summits in Latin America, there'd be an extra budget for Dolce & Gabbana dresses." Now that's a prescription for newscaster credibility. Clocking in at number 3 on Brûlé's list of best-dressed newscasters is 'Wendy Mesley (CBC): The best big-network anchor in North America.' Nice of you Tyler, but we must express our sadness at your passing over of the other CBC anchor with the piercing blue eyes, Alison Smith.

Quite a kafuffle was made of the "Montreal scene" this past Sunday in the New York Times, so much so that media everywhere are clamoring to keep up with the revelation. But to those in the know, both the Times article and a similar Spin article are somewhat suspect. When Times writer David Carr describes The Dears as goth-pop, fails to identify Nicholas Diamond of the Unicorns or places commas in between the 'yeahs' in the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, he is either doing word-of-mouth research or just carelessly name-dropping. Carr also misses the point on the Stills - stating that Montrealers hate the Stills when really everyone hates the Stills. The real danger of the New York Times piece, however, is that Sunday readers like my father may be tempted to actually listen to Les Georges Leningrad. No, but the REAL danger is that whatever musical "scene" or community in Montreal may be ruined by trend-sniffing industry louts who read said articles and look for the next "thing."

Mediocrity.