Kid Koala hit up Toronto in style last night, bringing The Slew - Six Turntables meets the Ex-Wolfmother Rhythm Section to The Mod Club.

There was a full moon, Nuit Blanche was revving up and I couldn't think of a better way to kick off such an auspicious evening.

Four years in the making, The Slew is Kid Koala's most ambitious project to date. Originally a documentary soundtrack project undertaken with Seattle turntablist Dynomite D, after the film collapsed the two DJs approached Wolfmother members Chris Ross and Myles Heskett, and together they laboured in the studio to bring seventy minutes of hard rock scratching, guitar licks and big meaty beats to fruition as The Slew.

Does it make sense to charge someone 50 cents extra just for soy milk?

Like many new graduates, I was working as a barista in Starbucks waiting for my first reporting gig to show up. My gainfully employed friends, many of whom had dietary restrictions, would come visit and order those sugary-sweet drinks with soy or lactose-free milk. I went against company policy each and every time and refused to charge them the extra coin for soy.

Fall is here, and with it comes the end of another baseball season. As the select few MLB teams move on to October glory, fans of the teams that didn't make the cut reflect on another season gone by.

When I first moved to Toronto in the summer of 1994 the "internet" meant noisy modems, and cell phones were heavier than dumbbells. The Toronto Blue Jays were coming off two World Series victories, and it was a good time to be a Canadian baseball fan - or so I thought. I left Toronto in the summer of 1999, after 5 seasons of watching Gord Ash's Jays try to reclaim the glory they once had. They never did. In fact, they still haven't.

But as a kid entering my teens, the times I spent in the then Skydome left an indelible impression on me. I remember Pat Hentgen winning Canada's first Cy Young Award. I remember turning on the TV to see Roger Clemens, the greatest pitcher of the day, come to Canada. I remember a classic Canada Day pitching matchup between Pedro Martinez of the Expos and Clemens - two of the best in the game going head-to-head, toe-to-toe. I remember watching Roy Halladay pitch a no-hitter in his second career start, only to watch it vanish on a solo home run with 2 outs in the ninth. I remember BJ Birdie and Domer. I remember when every game had a packed house.

In recent years Toronto has come be to be known as a hotbed of photography through the CONTACT festival, and this year's TIFF only served to reinforce our status as a high profile, drop-in centre for celebrities gleefully posing or yelling at paparazzi.

It should come as no surprise, then, that two of our recently-renovated monuments to art and culture, the AGO and the ROM, should coordinate efforts and bring two lush touring exhibits of celebrity photographs to this city at the same time - the AGO's "Edward Steichen: In High Fashion, the Condé Nast Years, 1923-1937" and the ROM's "Vanity Fair Portraits: Photographs 1913-2008".

Graffiti. Break dancing. MCing. DJing. These are a few of my favourite things. And with one epic summer-ending extravaganza, the third annual Manifesto festival blended them all. Over 100 artists and a full-day stage concert, embodying the true pillars of hip hop culture, transformed Nathan Phillips Square into a bonafide artistic playground. Best part of all? It was free.

I went to this weekend's Roncevalles Polish Festival with two goals. One: Dominate the High Park progeny in a bouncy castle. Two: Find the best places for Polish food.

Finding authentic stuff, however, was a little tricky. The UN of cuisine infiltrated an otherwise Pole-tastic street party. Among sausages and sauerkraut were styrofoam plates of Greek, Malaysian and Spanish munchies. (At least churros are served on the same continent as Poland, right?) Even Tiny Tom donuts made an appearance.