Labels: animation, artwork, beard, humans, magic, random, smile

Labels: smile

Labels: artform, smile

Labels: artform

New Home High: When we walked in, the sweet openness just glowed with acceptance. The possibilities were endless, leaving us to imagine all the good times we were going to spend there. I remember when my place was empty. I laid face up on the floor, taking in the freedom with every breath. 

I mostly agree. I don't know that creativity is a heightened state of being as much as it is another desire and means for the inner to connect with the outter.

Labels: echo

I know I have been quiet these past posts (we measure in posts here, no?), but this one will make-up for the silence. Unless you enjoyed it, then it might be just a nice change of pace.

The things we do for friends: Having missed the last get together, friday night I walked into the old bingo hall on Papineau. The pictures I could have taken… it was an awesome sight. I was teleported to the golden age of imperial splendor. When I greeted my friends those sitting in the surrounding pews hushed me as they listened for their numbers to be announced. Lotto-Québec transmitting its odds and colours on every screen, the enthusiasts scanned their three or four pages of fate for the winning combination. What took me by surprise is that the competition wasn’t contained within these walls, the host announced wins from across the province, which was of course transmitted on every screen of the network. On some kind of Sharpie kick, I exited with what I had come in with... plus five peoples.

On my way to the restaurant, I crossed paths with Nancy, my x-x-"sister-in-law". We mostly recognized eachother before cleary seeing eachother. She was still the same laughing girl I knew back then. I never saw here frown. Not once. We "hey"ed and gave eachother the gist of our respective present situations. When I asked how he was she answered with state then event. Good, he's a dad. At that point, two seconds filled up with flashes of my relationship with him and ended with the reason. That's great, I answered, picturing him happy. Then I went this way with mine and she went that way with hers.

Saturday, after listening to CBC’s The Age Of Persuasion I sent out to buy some bread and soymilk. I didn’t particularly want to, but I had pushed the task to the last crumb and drop. I took my umbrella and my hot shopping sack and walked to the nearest natural foods store (which is fortuitously only fifteen minutes away). I made a mental note walking down my street to buy waterproof footwear.

I lay on a futon bed. When I moved in to this place, I had it made to my liking. The first thing it had to be was très comfortable. After testing matress after matress, I found mine and it was worth the $800 cash I paid for it. I have no problem sleeping on the futon, on the bus, in a car, on a bench... waking up is my issue. For me, sleep is the better second life. I connect smoothly, anywhere, at any time and I manifest my self in ways that I could never achieve on a pc. Dream of dreams.... but that's another story.

Labels: this is boring

La plus sûre manière de paralyser l'individu est de lui faire croire qu'il peut embrasser l'univers d'un clin d'oeil.
[Jean-Edern Hallier]

Labels: curiosities, jargon, passages

Labels: artform

It has been a crazy week. I don’t know if I can write a proper entry. There is so much going on behind my eyes right now.

First, everything looks like winter already. The tint of sunlight that slowly hits my paper blinds in the morning. The smell of cold wet leaves barely freezing together at 4 in the afternoon, when the sun sets. This marks the period when all I want to do is roll over and hide. Nothing makes sense anymore. I leave my blinds down and try to make the best of it inside. Because out there, all there is left is supersized superficial purchasing opportunities. Pumpkins are still smiling under dangling wired lighting. There’s an abundance of red attacking innocent people who just want to go home. Conversations about gifts and party dresses will haunt most public areas along with other stress-related issues such as climate change and scientific truth.

Every year I usually go off and tell unsuspecting acquaintances how the holiday season is just crank and pull. All the fuss over what is not the iconic lore they used to know is misspent time and energy. The icy holiday season is now the summum of the dollar symbol. It’s all about people feeling obliged and abiding to a school of thought that they don’t even try to comprehend. And on and on.

But this year will be different. My little cousin came up with this great idea to make presents this year. Actually using our hands and imagination to create something singular and personal. I like that thought. And because of her, I’ve been thinking about winter and how difficult it is for me to feel alive through it and realized that maybe that is why the holidays are what they are today. Winter would be very drab without the big lights of celebration shining over grey doorways. Maybe somewhere along the way the reason got shot for something else but if the reason was for people to be brought together in order for them to not be depressed and alone then who am I to frown upon it? I just wish it was clearer that family affairs like Christmas celebrations are not about stuff (and keeping receipts for stuff and regifting stuff) but about peoples.

Peoples like you and I... that sit in front of computer screens thinking about stuff that isn’t material. Peoples. Yes, I like saying Peoples. (Does Peoples make me look dumb?) Peoples are not dollars. Oh nice, snowflakes...

Labels: folk, theory