Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Zoo Folk Fringe Fest Murder Dream
This is a pretty decent summary of a very vivid dream I had after folk fest, the experience (the real Folk Fest)was such that folk fest has been a recurring theme for 80% of my vivid dreams.
Steve's Zoo / Fringe / Folk Fest dream
Took place alternately at the Zoo, Folk Fest campground and a hotel of some kind, randomly switching back n forth in time (day/night).
The dream involved running from the police, after killing someone (but I don't recall if I dreamt the killing part, I just knew within the dream I'd killed someone). I had watched some of Party Monster, the part where the guy gets away with murder for a while, so that might have been an influence. In any case, I was running from the law and it was important not to get caught.
There was a huge orchestrated role-playing game with fake guns that took place at night in a folk festy environment (the part where you cross the road to get to the camp ground). It was like hide and go seek but with some guns and there was something more to it (teams?).
Much of the dream consisted of being chased by the Police and my friend Riley was my running mate for most of the dream. We always ended up running into this fancy Hotel that came out of nowhere (I recall it near all the food vendors at Folk Fest) and we'd always run into the lobby elevators with the Police just a few steps behind us, and the elevator door closing very dramatically just in the nic of time (this happened two or three times). The last part of the dream we had been caught and told them we needed to get something and ran to the elevator but the door jammed and there was this old timey elevator attendant who said “It’s jammed, that thing ‘aint going knowere!” and riley tried pulling floorboards up for some reason but instead we just ran out the front doors to get lost in the crowd. I was sure we'd get caught instantly but somehow we made it to the city and the next day.
I remember crossing Portage near Main being amazed and appalled that I got away with murder.
Steve's Zoo / Fringe / Folk Fest dream
Took place alternately at the Zoo, Folk Fest campground and a hotel of some kind, randomly switching back n forth in time (day/night).
The dream involved running from the police, after killing someone (but I don't recall if I dreamt the killing part, I just knew within the dream I'd killed someone). I had watched some of Party Monster, the part where the guy gets away with murder for a while, so that might have been an influence. In any case, I was running from the law and it was important not to get caught.
There was a huge orchestrated role-playing game with fake guns that took place at night in a folk festy environment (the part where you cross the road to get to the camp ground). It was like hide and go seek but with some guns and there was something more to it (teams?).
Much of the dream consisted of being chased by the Police and my friend Riley was my running mate for most of the dream. We always ended up running into this fancy Hotel that came out of nowhere (I recall it near all the food vendors at Folk Fest) and we'd always run into the lobby elevators with the Police just a few steps behind us, and the elevator door closing very dramatically just in the nic of time (this happened two or three times). The last part of the dream we had been caught and told them we needed to get something and ran to the elevator but the door jammed and there was this old timey elevator attendant who said “It’s jammed, that thing ‘aint going knowere!” and riley tried pulling floorboards up for some reason but instead we just ran out the front doors to get lost in the crowd. I was sure we'd get caught instantly but somehow we made it to the city and the next day.
I remember crossing Portage near Main being amazed and appalled that I got away with murder.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Oh How I Hurt
Oh I am Hurting
Last night was about poor choices
And acting on them
Oh How I Hurt
The evening started early at AlfA
And Ended late at Times
Oh How I Hurt
In a Drunken Blur
People hurled their drinks at the band
That played behind a chicken wire fence
In my drunken blur
I hurled my shirt
That Really Hurt
Joe saw my face
And my beers drench shirt and laughed
He knew my hurt
And drove me home
Friday, September 08, 2006
An Elephant Who Speaks Korean!
I know there are enough people on this blog connected with South Korea, that they would appreciate an article on an elephant who has learned Korean, or at least " is able to pronounce eight words including 'Good,' 'Lie Down,' 'No,' 'Not Yet,' and 'Turn Around.' "
The elephant's name? Mr. Nose.
The elephant's name? Mr. Nose.
Last Night's Opening
We opened our latest show last night- Beyond the Front Lawn: A 21st Century Landscape show. Here are a few pics, in no real order-- 1- Mayor Matt Allen and the Little Buddies, featuring killahKrahn on guitar. Look at 'im go! 2-- Christian Enright, the mad architect behind it all. 3-- Portage Ave Wildlife, an art piece featuring photos, a computer, music, and weeds that grew in behind the gallery. It's by me (although the music, weeds, and computer were merely appropriated by me). 4-- Bluemask goes... Commie? Yes, it's true. Our resident right-wing curmudgeon has gone over to the Red Army. He greets all his comrades and wishes them solidarity. But, wait... isn't that a $20 sticking out of his shirt? I'm confused!
Omega Man
Last night crazy full moon. The past week or so has been a threshold. A slipping between worlds. Late at night by the waterfront full moon dense fog like sleepy hollow. Fall. A white stallion was spotted by several witnesses. Accompanying the Stallion was a black donkey. Many say it was the Unicorn. Im following the season. Talking less. Keeping to my self. Withdrawing. Renunciating thought.
Ill have many strong canvases by the time Im done. Ill try to sell them here. Im poor now but not too concerned. Next stop is somewhere where Ill make some more I guess. Funny I really don't have any clue where Im going next. I realize that Im simultaneously generating a half a dozen different roads to take. Like Ive come to a crossroad of seven paths. Which one leads to the hall of ancient kings? The path Ive been contemplating most today is the Winnipeg path. And wasn't I planning on staying there before I came here? Wasn't I planning to return for October in order for the God Kings to play a Halloween show? Meanwhile Im learning amazing things everyday that I can't explain.
Oh ya, visited the Alex Grey Chapel of Sacred mirrors for new age ceremony and drumming circle dance afterwards. Definately a good model for the Label Gallery.
Ill have many strong canvases by the time Im done. Ill try to sell them here. Im poor now but not too concerned. Next stop is somewhere where Ill make some more I guess. Funny I really don't have any clue where Im going next. I realize that Im simultaneously generating a half a dozen different roads to take. Like Ive come to a crossroad of seven paths. Which one leads to the hall of ancient kings? The path Ive been contemplating most today is the Winnipeg path. And wasn't I planning on staying there before I came here? Wasn't I planning to return for October in order for the God Kings to play a Halloween show? Meanwhile Im learning amazing things everyday that I can't explain.
Oh ya, visited the Alex Grey Chapel of Sacred mirrors for new age ceremony and drumming circle dance afterwards. Definately a good model for the Label Gallery.
Car Art
Yet another cool find - the artist Scott Wade, who makes his art on dirty windshields. Click on the Mona Lisa to go to his site.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
My Desktop
I've been playing around with my desktop settings, one of the things I actually like about windows is its customisability. This is what it looks like now:
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Tourists in Winnipeg
this was a recent fun night out of being tourists in Wpg-- first, dinner at Affinity Vegetarian, then wandering around downtown taking pics of buildings, sunsets, public art and fountains. The End.
sublime - 1.beautiful 2.of the highest moral or spiritual value 3. excellent or particularly impressive 4. complete or utter
picturesque - 1. very attractive, visually pleasing 2. vivid, so accurate or detailed as to evoke a clear mental image of what has been described. 3. distinctive, having a pleasingly distinctive or unusual atmosphere
(found myself establishing whether a piece of art was one or the other or both, and thought others might find it useful)
picturesque - 1. very attractive, visually pleasing 2. vivid, so accurate or detailed as to evoke a clear mental image of what has been described. 3. distinctive, having a pleasingly distinctive or unusual atmosphere
(found myself establishing whether a piece of art was one or the other or both, and thought others might find it useful)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Pac-Man Heaven
This is what happens
when you win 255
rounds in the Pacman
atari cartridge.
The game stalls.
(no I didn`t find this out personally,
but I`m oddly fascinated by it).
further in the "nuke iran" files
Here are 2 letters that appeared in the Wpg Sun today-- the bracketed bit at the end of each letter in the Sun's own editorial comment on the letter.
Coren right about nuking Iran
Re: Nuclear strike on Iran needed (Michael Coren, Sept. 2).
Michael Coren hit the nail on the head. This is my note to him today and to which he kindly replied:
"Yesterday, I was buying some injector cleaner for my van engine. The guy serving me asked how many litres in my tank and I said 90. He said, "Well that is getting close to 100 bucks to fill and after we nuke Iran it sure will be more."
My point here is ordinary people accept nuking Iran.
Enough of this "Chamberlain" stuff and get on with killing off this cancer. "
John Pursel
Wasaga Beach, Ont.
(We're becoming cold-blooded killers.)
Coren a hypocrite
Re: Nuclear strike on Iran needed (Michael Coren, Sept. 2).
It's nice to see that someone with rocks in his head can become a columnist.
Take Michael Coren.
I mean one day he is talking about religion, peace, love. The next day he wants to nuke Iran.
Talk about a hypocrite.
John Briggs
Winnipeg
(A hard stance.)
Coren right about nuking Iran
Re: Nuclear strike on Iran needed (Michael Coren, Sept. 2).
Michael Coren hit the nail on the head. This is my note to him today and to which he kindly replied:
"Yesterday, I was buying some injector cleaner for my van engine. The guy serving me asked how many litres in my tank and I said 90. He said, "Well that is getting close to 100 bucks to fill and after we nuke Iran it sure will be more."
My point here is ordinary people accept nuking Iran.
Enough of this "Chamberlain" stuff and get on with killing off this cancer. "
John Pursel
Wasaga Beach, Ont.
(We're becoming cold-blooded killers.)
Coren a hypocrite
Re: Nuclear strike on Iran needed (Michael Coren, Sept. 2).
It's nice to see that someone with rocks in his head can become a columnist.
Take Michael Coren.
I mean one day he is talking about religion, peace, love. The next day he wants to nuke Iran.
Talk about a hypocrite.
John Briggs
Winnipeg
(A hard stance.)
Monday, September 04, 2006
Princess of the Azure clouds
Who is she?
SHe's a clown who rides into town in a coffin.
In the cafe where there's three crows
she's laughing
what a vibration
Who is she?
She's Nowhere to be found
From the Land of Slight of Hand
and candy
Laughing running around
Is she controlled by remote?
SHe's a clown who rides into town in a coffin.
In the cafe where there's three crows
she's laughing
what a vibration
Who is she?
She's Nowhere to be found
From the Land of Slight of Hand
and candy
Laughing running around
Is she controlled by remote?
Burning Person
I attended the Burnining Person Festival in the Omega trailer park in my OmegaMan costume.
Wild Turkey Family
Astronauts resembling Wild Turkies from another planet came to Earth 100 000 years ago in search of gold. Short of Manpower, the asrtonauts employed genetic engineering to fashion primitive workers:
Homo Sapiens
Homo Sapiens
ReverseDenial
Drawing thorns from memory
he knew there was little time
The feeling was pumped into
the way of reverse denial
And it was good
expunged and lightly threaded
Shattered so deep
it was a secret play
he knew there was little time
The feeling was pumped into
the way of reverse denial
And it was good
expunged and lightly threaded
Shattered so deep
it was a secret play
Drawing Rome From Memory
Wow, an amazing video of an autistic British artist drawing central Rome from memory after a 45-minute helicopter ride: click here.
Paper Cut
Wow, some amazing images to be found, by what appears to be a Vietnamese artist, created from simply cutting sheets of paper. Here's a sample, click on it to see the rest:
Ten greatest albums EVER!?
These are the ten best albums ever and if you disagree with me at all you are un-patriotic and possibly a communist.
hee hee... again, ten albums i like, in no particular order, and off the top of my gulliver:
1--Sgt. Pepper's... (The Beatles)
2--The Joshua Tree (U2)
3--August and Everything After-- (Counting Crows)
4--The Score, (The Fugees)
5--Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
6--Wrecking Ball (Emmylou Harris)
7--Cymande
8--I am and not (Teens for Decency-- unreleased)
9--Fallow-- (The Weakerthans)
10--i'm drawing a blank here...
Ten greatest movies EVER?
to continue w/ the movie theme, here are ten of my all-time faves, in no particular order (and completely off the top of my head):
1--Jesus of Montreal
2--Citizen Kane
3--L'Enfant Sauvage (a film about the "real" Wolfboy)
4--Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
5--The Big Lebowski
6--Finding Nemo
7--Leolo
8--Quest for Fire
9--Apocalypse Now
10-Titanic (just kidding!)
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Birth of a Nation
These two images are from D.W. Griffith's film Birth of a Nation, made in 1915.If you haven't seen it, you should. Lots of film buffs consider it the greatest film ever made-- with an asterix.
It uses some absolutely amazing techniques, introducing (or, at least combining into one film for the first time) many of the now-standard techniques of film-making:
--point of view shots, where we feel like we're looking through the character's eyes
--close-ups
--cross-cutting, where the editing allows us to watch two or more events develop at the same time
HOWEVER, it's also blatantly racist, portraying the KKK as heroes, bringing order to the South after the Civil War.
For a fuller story, check out wikipedia-- everything surrounding this film is quite fascinating: the fact that the newly-formed NAACP formed organized protests that resulted in it being banned in many cities, the fact that several African-American filmmakers made responses to it, and the fact that Griffiths himself was quite surprised that people found it offensive. It was also the highest-grossing film of all time until the Wizard of Oz, 25 years later.
Ayawaska
painting by Pablo Cesar Amaringo
So I left the omega campus and drove out to this house in the woods for the ayawaska ceremony. The house was really nice with lots of crystals and plants and a great memorabilia collection. About a dozen people were present varying ages and styles. There were two facilitators. One black guy from central america who was the leader and a female druidical type, both youngish under thirty. Laid out in the middle of the room was a big alter of feathers and stones and incence burners and other voodoo parephenalia.
The dude handed out these booklets with weird songs in them for example:
the red road is a place
a place in your heart
the place is a space
between me and you.
So he starts talking and he talks quite well about mumbo jumbo in such a way that if you listen he can make you trip out with his words. So he's just talking and then we all sing one of these silly songs and then he talks some more. And we're drinking this foul tasting ayawaska tea. This goes on for several hours.
Im not really feeling much and am getting a bit agitated. Through my readings this plant is supposed to be very powerful, taking you deep into it all, kind of like this painting. But nothing much is happening
So there's a pause and he gets up and walks out and some people go with him so I follow and it turns out that they are smoking. The dude tells me that the smoke is called Santa Maria and that it has a special communication with the Ayawaska plant. So I smoke.
Then we go back inside and the ceremony starts again and he steps forward and starts doing the wierdest beat box routine I've ever seen or heard! Truly he was making such strange noises and movements that it shifted me into a different mode of perception where it seemed as if messages were coming through him at some sort of different frequency than regular perception. I conceived of him or it to be the God or Spirit Ayawaska and I was truly humbled. It was kind of like an insect or something and I felt fearful of it. Yet It was clear that it was indeed medicine and that I would meet it again. I also got the perception that the tea was coming from it. As if the tea was the dudes excrement.
So all that happened and then I was just kind of stupiufied or something for Im not sure how long. And then some people starting raising their hands and saying that they weren't getting anything! And then more people started piping up and soon enough the poor shaman dude was defending himself and eventually the whole thing just broke down!
So I was left with sort of mixed feelings because I knew that I had met the entitiy but the others didn't. Because of the smoke. Yet I know that the mixture must have been weak because normally it's not like that.
One more thing: the next morning I was talking to the lady about Datura and she said oh ya look at this, and there in her front yard was a massive datura bush! So I took a seed pod and now it's in my pocket.
Nuke Iran?!
Clearly the Disclaimer is affecting us all. Here is a rather mean-spirited letter I wrote to Michael Coren, a national columnist for the Sun newspapers. The subject of his column?-- the moral obligation of the West to drop nuclear bombs on Iran IMMEDIATELY. Only a handful of strategic strikes, of course, but it was necessary (he said) to prevent something that was going to surely be worse than the Nazis-- Iran having nuclear energy.
Hi Michael--
Read your latest column with a good laugh. Nuke Iran, indeed. The utterly lazy generalization that you open the article with (something along the lines of "everyone who knows anything at all about anything knows this is true") typifies your style. No facts, no grasp of the historical complexity of ideas, no substantiation for your claims beyond "common sense".
And comparing the Nazis favourably to the current government in Iran? Please. Way to trivialize the Holocaust.
The scariest thing about your writing isn't just how bad it is--the scariest thing is that there are people out there who read it and assume that you actually have a clue what you're talking about.
Sincerely,
XXX
Hi Michael--
Read your latest column with a good laugh. Nuke Iran, indeed. The utterly lazy generalization that you open the article with (something along the lines of "everyone who knows anything at all about anything knows this is true") typifies your style. No facts, no grasp of the historical complexity of ideas, no substantiation for your claims beyond "common sense".
And comparing the Nazis favourably to the current government in Iran? Please. Way to trivialize the Holocaust.
The scariest thing about your writing isn't just how bad it is--the scariest thing is that there are people out there who read it and assume that you actually have a clue what you're talking about.
Sincerely,
XXX
Planet For Sale
There are currently 8 days and 21 hours left to bid on ebay Australia for the (ex-)planet Pluto. Just click here.
...and let me know if you win!
...and let me know if you win!
Friday, September 01, 2006
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