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I`m not sure of the story behind this. It`s my Grandfather Rocky Malloy on tv circa `57.
(photo off the tv of course). I think that little Billy may have fallen off a snow bank. "Gee, I sure learned my lesson Sgt. Malloy! I`m going to tell all my friends to respect the law!"

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Ok, I guess I didn`t really grasp
how poor my Mom`s family was
when she used to tell me as a kid.
Look how excited she is with her cardboard rashins!
Nothing`s growing in that garden. Those empty
milk jugs where probably supposed to last for 2 weeks.
My uncles had to wait for someone to grow out of their shoes...

Sitting In A Bar in Thunder Bay...

just getting home from the times at 1:33 a.m.

image of Ouimet Canyon (pronounced wee-may), Thunder Bay, ON, from www.canvisit.com


lyrics by the perpetrators...



sitting in a bar in thunder bay
drinking cheap white wine
to pass the day away

when what am i doin' so far away
when the day after tomorrow is

the day you go away
for a year

tell me
what will i do
when you're twelve thousand miles away
and i'll be missin' you

so bad it hurts

i wish i had a plane
i'd fly halfway around the world

to see you once again, oh yeah.

Apologies to Dangerman

Okay, perhaps I've overstepped my bounds a bit, but I've always wanted to colour up one of Dangerman's sketches. I particularly like the Folkfest series he's been posting of late, so here's a little tribute...

cloud buster

skyamo
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

When the flying saucer takes a back seat to perhaps a larger, philosophical, even metaphysical question -- what is matter and energy -- then we are ready to tackle this enigma. What is the potential of energy, its force and ability to change shape, to conduct matter into form or substance? How much of the human mind and perception is involved? In whose hands are the reigns of the chariots of the gods? Man has been seeing flying creatures as well as flying craft of various kinds since the dawn of time. From flaming chariots to dragons in the heavens, flying people and animals both with and without means of propulsion or wings, the famed Vimana of Hindu scripture, angels, demons, witches and spectres; The famed flying machines of the pre-flight era seen across Europe and America, sky-boats and strange, wingless arbiters of the skies, some of them even reported as being occupied by visible people.
It may dip a little deep for some, to suggest that what we see, hear, feel, smell, taste and touch is not all that there is. But tell it to the fly, who sees a pane of glass as a solid black mass, or the bumble bee, which wouldn't know the splendor of the colors of a flower at all, it sees only the stark chemically stained signatures in black and white indicating a source of pollen. We both have eyes with which to see, the bee and me, but we do not see the same things in the same universe at all. Is it possible that we could be as oblivious to the presence of pollen as it would be to be blind to ships or beings or creatures beyond our spectral sensitivity? Is it far fetched to suggest that just outside of our limited spectrum of perception, with these weak instruments of detection we call our five senses, exists an entire menagerie, nay, a kingdom, of living beings, organisms and even worlds From Beyond ?

aliens

alien
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

a race of intelligent extraterrestrial beings visited and/or colonised Earth in the remote past, whereupon they upgraded the primitive hominid Homo erectus by means of genetic engineering to create the human race as we know it: Homo sapiens.

Evidence for this idea is found (a) in the improbability of Homo sapiens emerging so suddenly, according to the principles of orthodox Darwinism; and (b) in the myths of ancient civilisations which describe human-like gods coming down from the heavens and creating mankind 'in their own image'.Homo sapiens is thus regarded as a hybrid being, incorporating a mix of terrestrial genes from Homo erectus and extraterrestrial genes from an ascribed "race of the gods".

Prior to the modern age of space travel and genetics, this theory for the origins of humankind could not have been conceived. And even now, in the 21st century, there are many people who would regard it as science fiction. However, in the light of the problems with the orthodox theory of human evolution, the idea of a genetic intervention by an intelligent human-like species (who themselves evolved on another planet over a more credible time frame) does require to be taken seriously as a potential solution to the mystery.

In a 1998 interview, Clifford Stone, a retired U.S. army Sergeant who served in the U.S. Army for 22 years and allegedly participated in operations to retrieve crashed extraterrestrial ships and extraterrestrial biological entities (EBE's), revealed there were a variety of extraterrestrial races known [by various institutions and agencies]". undamentalist messages in from Christianity to Judaism to Islam, and other institutionalized religions, as well as outright apparent 'cult' groups, have been specifically placed by "hostile elements" to manipulate and control humankind. There is startling evidence from a number of independent sources that 'human looking' extraterrestrial visitors have integrated with and lived in major population centres up until recently, and this is known by a select number of institutions. These "Human extraterrestrial visitors" have been represented has often having as very attractive physical characteristics, with "Human extraterrestrial females" being described as among the most beautiful women that male observers have witnessed.

world music scene

A life (click on image)

Loveless Winter

One November night
I dreamt I was you
Out a third story window
I carefully passed through
The cold and ice
a treacherous gate
branches aching
beneath my weight
I wore shoes but no socks
ankles exposed to the air
I climbed to a nest
but no egg was there.

Winnipeg

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Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

I am a phantom dreaming a phantom's dream. A girl from the twenties has ectoplasm being extruded from her nipples. I am standing on the frozen river and there are nine ravens and the moon. I am drunk wearing heavy boots. What is this? Where am I? The Monster, the Machine, who Ive spoken with before, is watching me from those raven eyes. Let me die with my eyes open and ectoplasm streaming from my mouth like so much heavenly upchuck. A physical manifestation of my thought mojo. My essence become tangible. Perceivable by all directly without any second-rate, discount ray-band goggles to block out the good shite. Im talking full blown hand to mouth, blow your brain wide open, meeting your maker, life flashing before your eyes kind of Winnipeg Rock & Roll.

Folk Festival Murals

Deep Pockets or The Art of Sin

I would not, let not,
My whole hand be played,
If in eyes of fact and fiction
This were indeed a game.

No, for what experience
Between the lines you do have
in your possession, may lend
advantage to the rooms discretion.

So, do tell, speak of, and well
To slight matters close of hand
With lips at heart drawn
As tight purses spent to say:

The secrets in the snow beneath hold
The secrets held with the golden key

Her Gift

Even though we january tonight
she wants to christmas
meaning:
accept in my cupped hands
her tokens
pebbles, pennies, a heart shaped seashell
all found in a change purse I’d long forgotten to empty.
“and this is mine” she proclaims
looking pleased as fingertips
reading red, gold, white
beads patterned familiar
with two slow smiles we april triumphant.

Persimmons

scarlet orbs blink
grotesquely
blackened calyxes
crated
and nestled at my parent’s back door

over his shoulder he calls
“Diosperi, you know Cachi,
have one”
a firm invitation to pluck the fruit
hesitates me
but I’m magpied anyways
and with my poor fruit stand etiquette
I poke each one
my finger searching the waterballon skin full of syrupy flesh

I return to the warm olive oil smells
sit silently and peel back the skin
coated in drips
I’m careful not to pull apart the fruit
he looks over
“it’s ripe,” he says.
but my touge carefully reads the flesh
fearful of the unripe
astringent mouthfuls of translucence that could pucker
me for hours.
the sweet stickiness stains my fingertips
despite the display still faintly bitter
I nod in agreement
“ it’s perfect "

persimmons

I see the madness (click on image)

McNally scores a deuce!!

Fraternal twins and omni-server share lower body but have distinct personalities, say local seniors over faux crab cakes!

Spiders on crack

Click here

Temple Dragon-Guardian 

Wing 

Land art

Use whatever materials these guys did. Your brain art should stick around for a while then.

Apocalypse Alert

050922_nuke_body
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

I found this article:

http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=viewArticle&code=CHO20070104&articleId=4347

And more:

http://www.rense.com/general74/4iim.htm

Brain Labyrinth

Mac/AlfA convention

So...

an unofficial AlfA convention has taken place, unplanned, over the last 2 days or so.

Sightings were had over the Xmas season, of course-- I saw maximo and jejq, anita, renemaphone, even laid eyes on the elusive skye.

No recent Cara sightings to report.

The events of the last 48 hours began with the recent re-emergence (from shadows) of smokytiger, a.k.a. greywanderer, followed shortly after by the c-doggie himself, art doctor quitmoanez.

Events of this brief re-union involed:

--a convention of Mac G4 powerbooks at my and jenni's place on langside (the bangside, yo)

--beers at the label, with waterman and knackerson leading on guitar, some organ sounds from greywanderer, wolfboy on drums trying to pretend he was animal from the muppet show. At one point, quitmoanez put on a WW II bomber pilot leather helmet, and danced the Sacred Dance of Emination.

--an excursion to the times changed cafe to see righteous ike whose magic guitar makes people go into a trance (because he has found the mystical "lost chord")

--a breakfast at the sal's on esplanade riel, overlooking the partially frozen Red River. louis riel was never far from our thoughts. Attendees to this breakfast included:
--pancoe, known for pottery and fancy american education and general all-around Johnny Canuck coolness
--jenni O, celebrated artist, resplendent as always in her retro chic
--c-dog, the good doctor of art
--knick knackerson, whose merit needs no introduction to those of you who hold to the true way
--Dru, less than one year old and wiser than us all
--plischke, mother of men
--saidman, who looked like a jovial NFL quarterback in his backwards cap
--oh, yes, and myself, wolfboy. I think I'm going to change my name again soon.


That's about it.

C-dog is back to smoggy toronto.

AlfA rules.

Ok, I`m done with the snow series.

Shadowy Lounge

PICT0051
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

Here's New Years at the Langside Lounge. My hat is trucker style, some
chemical spray brand name:Power Rich. By wearing this hat I hope to
bestow apon myself the blessings of extra MOJO POWER for the year
2007. So much so in fact that some may call me RICH with power.

But know that the power I seek is the power of good and happiness spiced with
with the msg of debauchery. I seek to steal the power like Robin Hood
robbing from the rich and giving to the poor and also giving to myself.

In this day and age it is of utmost importance to be confident in yourself.
Even to the point of feigning over-confidence. Because beleive me,
when you go up on stage and there are 500 people there or even 20 people
that you really want to impress, and you don't have enough inner confidence
you are sure to pee your pants or something worse because holy crap
that's a lot of pressure.

This is why elvis wears those pants and Jagger is doing that funny dance
like a turkey with his hands on his arse and his lips doing the
smoochie-smoochie.

In the background there's some Sharmas there chatting in the Langside
Lounge that's the place wear I live on Langside and Sara. Anybody is
welcome at any hour.

I think that today in the name of the good Doctor Q we are committing
sonic crimes against humanity at the Label gallery for ARTISTES.
After Im done these 10 cups of coffee Ill be heading on over in the
holy name of the martyr kings whether they be suidical, apocriphal, violent,
drug abusers, they still gave'r: cobain, socrates, riel, Santa, Gueverra,
my old cat Smoky who was hit by a car, KV, Morrison, J.Brown.

that is all for now.
.

Wonder

Is wonder when moments intertwine to yield an unstoppable magnificent volley into and through life, such work to get there and to control it, yet you know because it is special, when you are this way, in relation, common, one goal. (Click on the image)

...my snowy cliche`s

Another artist in the clan...

I received this from my
sister, Dionne Waterman( 20).
This is her first painting. I can`t get over how
much it resembles my first works. Except she`s starting
much younger than I did.

Attitudes

Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't I? :p

Dig Plischke, Dig!

Another Cliche Winnipeg Winter Image (thanks to 30cm of snow)

Happy Saddam Day

Why would you kill the guy on New years?
I wonder if it was him or a double.

In a most bizarre stories ever heard, some people in Baghdad are claiming that they are seeing Saddam’s ghost in Baghdad public areas. Sources say, this may be a plot by the Baathists to keep Saddam ‘alive’ among the Sunni communities.

Some claim he is seen in restaurants, markets and so on. It is possible many Saddam look-alikes are now more prominent and people are mistaking these look-alikes as possible Saddam. It is also possible that Saddam was such a threat that people just cannot believe he is dead and not coming back.

Mighty Mike McGee

Mystical Experience

New Years Day

Resolutions

They’re burning the books
And this one too

Titanic sinking S.O.S.
In a Soda pop can

The eagles are coming
To push us out of our nests

Frightening cries “it’s alive”
Of the working helpless

The fires are wild
For all the bright ideas

While dreaming of the lions
In hands of I and thou

“there” She said, “There”
Speak the different voices

Before Jupiter the likerous,
Ate the coyotes tale

What great pyre to reforge
The lost last year before

Faux Exhibit

A few of us were at a potluck over the holidays and we started talking about photoshop skills. It inspired me to do this one. The original photo(should I post that one too?) is of a show I had in Montreal. What do you think? I tried to make a narrative.

To see the original photo click here

reaction to a painting by waterman, straight lines and organic lines

well I look at my watch, is says 1:56 and I think "Oh Lord I want to Give!"