Jeff Mahoney

3 weeks ago | thespec.com | Jeff Mahoney

It has long been a yearly calendar destination, one of the most popular annual events in the area — and beyond, with a reach into Toronto and Niagara and, more widely, into the ranks of art, auction and party lovers everywhere. But now the DVSA (Dundas Valley School of Art) Art Auction, aside from the ample crowd-drawing charms and virtues that make it an all-but-mandatory attendance affair, has an additional pull. It is just about the last man — um, man-datory — live art auction standing.

3 weeks ago | thespec.com | Jeff Mahoney

Sitting down with my head doctor the other day, I told her, “My neighbour of many years has recently developed some kind of horrible borderline disorder.”“You mean, borderline personality disorder?”“No. He doesn’t have a personality. Just ego and greed. No, it’s more specific. He wants to take over my house and make it a room in his own.”“How do you feel about that?”“I’m feeling kinda — what’s the word? — pre-’occupied.’”“Do you think he means it?”“Well, he’s been known to go nuclear.

3 weeks ago | wellandtribune.ca | Jeff Mahoney

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3 weeks ago | stcatharinesstandard.ca | Jeff Mahoney

Sitting down with my head doctor the other day, I told her, “My neighbour of many years has recently developed some kind of horrible borderline disorder.”“You mean, borderline personality disorder?”“No. He doesn’t have a personality. Just ego and greed. No, it’s more specific. He wants to take over my house and make it a room in his own.”“How do you feel about that?”“I’m feeling kinda — what’s the word? — pre-’occupied.’”“Do you think he means it?”“Well, he’s been known to go nuclear.

1 month ago | thespec.com | Jeff Mahoney

I will be wearing black to opening night of The Players’ Guild’s upcoming production of “Tuesdays With Morrie.” Not out of any sense of mourning or grief, even though (soft spoiler) the play does deal with loss, but rather for the sake of obscurity in the dark. I will be the invisible hand. Rather an invisible hand, one of several moving things around as though we’re not really there, part of the magic under which theatre cloaks the more mechanical underpinnings of its enterprise of wonder.