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Sense-Surround

Exhibit review: "Sense of the City"

If you've ever wondered how urban critters experience their environment, Montreal's Canadian Centre for Architecture is offering a chance to find out. Its current exhibition, "Sense of the City," encourages visitors to rely less on sight and take things in more as a rat, bat or dog might.... Read more

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Sleepless in Montreal

Trading rest for fest north of the border

It's no secret that Montreal is an orgy of activity in the summertime -- the Festival International de Jazz, Just for Laughs and Divers/Cite, to name a few. Winter is a quieter, not to mention much colder, time in the city. Come hell or frozen water, however, things get lively in February during the 11-day Festival Montreal en Lumière -- a.k.a. the Montreal High Lights Festival.... Read more

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Share and Cher Alike

Breaking the budget for a weekend in Montreal

It's no secret that Montreal is a great bargain city. Cheap ethnic eats and comfortable no-frills accommodations -- along with the city's myriad other urban attractions -- regularly lure many of us north of the border. That exchange rate doesn't hurt, either. When sticking to the budget isn't a priority, however, Montreal's also a fine place to find an excuse to laissez le bon temps rouler.... Read more

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Lights, Camera... Exhibitionism

Exploring camaraderie on the World Wide Web

I’ve never considered myself a Peeping Tom, but there I was, in the middle of my alleged work day, secretly viewing a naked old guy washing his dishes. I wasn’t crouched in a bush, peeking in under the window shade, mind you. I was seeing him through the virtual window of my computer screen — Peeping Tomdom updated. And, though the old man was in the privacy of his own kitchen, he had hardly left the shade up by accident. He was, like an ever-growing number of people, a Webcam owner and an online exhibitionist.... Read more

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Pump Me Up

Confessions of a Gym Virgin

A few months ago, for the first time in my life, I voluntarily entered a gym. This might not have been a major event if a large chunk of my youth hadn’t been spent dreading anything remotely associated with physical education. My adult plan was to avoid all places and activities which might, even inadvertently, recall the humiliation of being the last one picked for the “Skins” team. A main reason for attending art school was the absence of gym requirements. Thank God Almighty, I was free at last!... Read more

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