Dear Graham,
There are bruises on your knees, scrapes on your skin, your nails are dirty, and I don’t know how much stuff you’ve eaten off the floor today, but it’s probably a not very safe amount.*
You’re loud, too, testing your voice with squeals and downright hollers, you get seriously hangry (I wonder how much food will need to be in the fridge when you’re 14, 15, 16, 17), and, lately at least, all of these things have made one thing as clear as can be: you are a boy.
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Maybe you participated in a spring clean-up at your local park, or planted trees, or participated in some other admirable Earth Day activity. I stayed up too late window shopping for beauty stuff, and splurged on a few things that are totally rocking my face right now.
Guelph is a festival town: Hillside, the Jazz Festival, the Eden Mills Writer’s Festival (technically not Guelph proper, but adopted by proximity), among dozens of super niche mini festivals. I heard about Kazoofest last year, after the fact, and was sorry to have missed out. It’s a weekend-long, community-organized festival with a little bit of everything – music (actually, a lot of music), art, moving media, and other general creative goodness.
Much as I would have loved to check out the multiple venues, shows and exhibitions, I only made it to the print expo on Saturday morning, this year expanded to include all manner of quirky handmade and illustrated paper things. I’ve never been much of a comic girl (indie, or otherwise), but I imagine this would have been a good place to climb aboard.
