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June

Photos by Annika Onosson

Summer

nij 018 (2), originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

I reckon this summer is about to explode!

5 hOur SpiDey MurAL

Did you quote me?

A Nobody Quote

Tame as a baby
Crazy as her name
Insane as she howls in a frenzy
Shaking up the chains and ropes
Rusted as her head
Cold as her bones
As silent as she is
She still makes you cry

But there are some suckers
Boosting up their kids
Just a drop of cyanide
Then send them off to bed
There are some suckers
Without a clue
Colour of cotton candy
A deep-set blue

There are the artists
There are the killers
And the slaughter of the whole
Who ever said you could talk?
I’d really like to know.

You want to know something?
Maybe somewhat worthwhile?
Sit down and eat our lunches
Turn to channel five
Monster-movie magic
Keep our kids alive

Now turn down the tele
Scold them to the core
Who dared remind them more
Of something confusing and scary
Then the artists in a hole?

Burning with the witch
White for the ghosts
Red for the shame
Possession of the mind
A slash to the head
A whip of a kind
The killer in the movies
Was just a quick unwind

“You want to know something?
Do you like to get messed up?”
It donned over his head
He finally knew
But he’d never tell
The spirit in the furnace
Would quickly tell you
It’s as bad as it sounds
He simply told her
“This is insane”

She caught her tongue in the camera
Stealing the souls of five
He tried to leave calm
But mama wouldn’t have it
He spoke a nobody quote
She had to send him to a hell

Dylan Waterman

#30 @ Winnipeg Beach

Moonlight on Lake Winnipeg

Sandy Hook Sunrise on Lake Winnipeg

1977 (5 yr old Mask)

Woohoo summer!

The Group of Seven Canoe Trip

The Group of Seven on CBC

So there's a canoe trip being planned for the summer where a bunch of artists will go out into the wilderness with sketchboxes in hand and create some painting sketches in the style/manner of the group of seven. Who's interested? Tentative date: Either end of July or in the late fall. Click on the link above for some interesting info on the group which includes sound bytes and tv episodes.

R.I.P., G.C.

"I don't have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds!"

"If the cops didn't see it, I didn't do it!"

... and of course, the classic: "Religion has actually conviced people that there's an invisible man. Living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day of your life. And he has a list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any, any, of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire and smoke and ash and torture where he will send you to suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever until the end of time. ... But he loves you."

Ice Sublimating on Mars

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Now playing: Bob Marley - Memphis (version)
via FoxyTunes

Random quick hellos...

I am posting this from the deep bush. You see Lake Nipigon here? We are an hour and a half drive northeast. I'm sending this from my boss's trailer, as I'm injured (poor old back) and am doing paperwork all day.

Thoughts: Everyone should read Atwood's "Journals of Susannah Moodie". It perfectly captures the love/hate/reverence/fear thing we have going with the bush. I love it here, yet sometimes feel like it's going to eat me alive. (Spend two weeks in the rain, as we've done, followed by three days w/ black flies, and you'll get where I'm coming from).

Music: Chris Rea "Waiting for the Summer" and Hot Chip "Boy From School".

There are lots of beautiful (in that shallow, physical way) people out here, and lots of 'em like to get naked on party nights. I have pics to prove it. When I get home and beef up my Mac, a video will follow, illustrating the ins and outs (no pun intended) of life out here.

Trees planted by our camp: 2.6 million. 400,000 to go and we're done. And then maybe most of us will just move somewhere else and keep working.

Read over the last few weeks of posts earlier. Great stuff. Mind/matter, etc. Perhaps we've failed in trying to impose a rigorous dualism on everything, when in fact it might all be multi-ist, or mono-ist. When you guys start debating this stuff in Latin, then I'll be REALLY impressed.

xoxo. Wolfboy. (p.s. Josey sends love).

From the Organicum Files

Ontologic refers to what is real. Epistemic refers to what can be known about that which is real. Everything and nothing can be real, with the possibility, or no possibility, for knowledge, or no knowledge, of that which is, or is not, real. There are ranges here that delimit the limits of human existence, reason and understanding. Logic refers to the real nature of reasoning, as in making truthful knowing assessments about these ranges, and by extension, about that which is, or is not, real.

AggressiveNature

We are kind of animals
recognising, seeing, but not doing,
no, that's not what I mean
I mean not acknowledging, no credence
no informal
understanding
maybe even?
Not being
not just accepting, not being
not present, not touching
but all so involved,
intimacies, long-term
short-term
succession that
is and ever will be
understanding
the lion understanding
the deal
but it is
those that do
that seek each other
out and pay proper props
to the way of being that
sits there with you
watching a room
excluded and everyone
knows
who is the lion

Go Green

The Montreal public health department estimates burning a wood stove for nine hours is the equivalent of driving a midsize car for a year, or about 18,000 kilometres of driving.

Article

Art Appreciation

Sol Set

Athletes

Kidlets

Damon

Today is the 1 year anniversary of Damon's death.

Although the Label Gallery, in it's physical essence, no longer exists (well, the building is still there, but you get what I mean) I wanted to take this opportunity to sincerely re-thank everyone involved in the Label for their outstanding support last summer.

Cheers!

-Dan

Burning it up on the burnt orange Sekine

pushing my little bike
as hard as my sinewy legs
will allow
lungs lusting for air
the cool, fresh wisps
that linger at the forest’s edge

bolting down roads
busy with dog walkers
bush-whacking technical trails
along the river bank
feeling nothing but
alive, alive, alive

demons and desires
cannot catch up to me
iPod blocks out everything
but simple thoughts of now
a ride so expansive
yet totally self-contained

Hunter

Dylan aka Willie Wonka

It is not a sin to decide
that on second thought
in the cold light of day
that your decisions were
ill-considered and best revised
rather than to continue on
in an aimless direction
fraught with obstacles
and inevitable disaster
even if someone thinks that
this would all be so much better
if these things went unquestioned
but then there would only be
unanswers.

Merge

Meagre substitute for a plan
Attack without warning
Do not be subverted
Retaliate by pulling at the underpinnings
Can you catch this one?

A naked bomb threat
and stunningly it is defused
with the merest of tools
propped unobtrusively on the windowsill.

Still the guru does not know it all
and one wonders if even he,
ape namesake,
understands what he began all those decades ago.

Rant on
But do not be deceived
That what you envision and explain
Is what is real
For that can never be

Wow-wl, by Dru, marker on poster paper

Freedom

...to make a life-sized model of this planet...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sru2Wi_iILo&feature=related

Smelly Jungle Pillow

I remember the smell of my pillow when I was staying in the jungle hut in Peru. Pungent like mildew, understandable given the intense humidity of the place. My pillow was always damp there, and I guess it never really got the chance to dry. It also smelled like scalp, scalp and mildew. I guess the little pre pubescent boy who kept hitting on my sister must have laid his head on that pillow many times before me. Anyway, that day after canoeing through the river that was rushing beside our hut, I knew it was the river that smelled of dead things, thick with squirming creatures and decaying matter. Thick and swampy, and when the bubbles surfaced I could have sworn that someone had passed gas. As I ran my hands through my greasy hair I thought, there's no way I'm bathing in that sewage for the three days I'm staying here. So I didn't blame the pre pubescent boy for not washing his hair.

I lay my head down on that pillow and the mosquitos didn't bite me, the bullfrogs and the crickets lulled me to sleep.

The art factory

New American Tradition

Couch burning

ALfA Widget

If anyone on this blog uses the browser Opera, you can just click the button above and install a widget that will automatically update the feed from this blog!

If you're not using Opera, well, it let's you do stuff like this... but Firefox is cool too.

Contouring Québec - Exhibition and Book Launch

The exhibition is installed and ready to go!

Opening Sunday June 8th @ 2pm. Over 150 bind contour drawings, animations, and GPS maps, meat pies, cookies & more at the opening. Only 45 minutes from Winnipeg in Portage la Prairie at the Portage & District Arts Centre, that's west on Highway #1...

and when you're there pick up your own copy of the official "Contouring Québec" book ( 160 pages of bio-geography. Oh dear!)

homemade wings

France deux

Fam

Spent the weekend in Gimli for my cousin's wedding. It was great to be home and see family.

This is my fam. I worked hard to round everyone up and get some photos. We all look happy, and my sister is very preggo, due in two months. One of my neices is her daughter, adopted from China.

My other neice is the tall dark-haired girl two over from me. She's 14 next week, and almost six feet tall, and has suddenly developed into a national calibre volleyball player. And she's a good kid, too. We're all very proud of her.

So, spent my peg time at blogger Cara's place. Her wee daughter is the best ever. I asked her why she was so sweet and she said it's b/c she eats so much chocolate. And then later she changed her mind and said it's because she loves me.

Back to the bush in 36 hours. Who can do brekkie or lunch or coffee on Tues a.m. Knack? Dave?

Sketchbook Drawing

France