Possibly the Greatest track ever written
This is an example of a 'cry style' Ragga tune. Apparently, the lyrics are about a baby that won't stop crying because it's hungry. I have nothing more to say. You just have to listen.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
3:50 - 4:00 - A Ten Minute Poem
We danced that night, under the slate blue moon
With wildness in our eyes,
We swung and plunged and yelled unripe thoughts
And curses to the skies.
We were heathens that night, and we ran for the shore
Feeling the sands between our toes,
We fell and thrashed and carved our names in the mud
And watched the waves crash up in rows.
We flew reckless that day, and we soared through the clouds
And punctured empty airspace at will,
We rolled and we swooped and made cursive words
And exclamations that I remember still.
We danced that night, under the slate blue moon
With wildness in our eyes,
We swung and plunged and yelled unripe thoughts
And curses to the skies.
We were heathens that night, and we ran for the shore
Feeling the sands between our toes,
We fell and thrashed and carved our names in the mud
And watched the waves crash up in rows.
We flew reckless that day, and we soared through the clouds
And punctured empty airspace at will,
We rolled and we swooped and made cursive words
And exclamations that I remember still.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Unintentionally Hilarious Comic Panels
Wow.
This is the least suggestive of the lot, but the line "Where's my Money, Honey" is my quote of the day.
Also, I appreciate his high collared, butter yellow shirt.
Link: Mo' Panels
This also somewhat reminds me of a comic panel I played around with last year, on behalf of another writer here who felt like she'd been thrown to to the wolves on a project:
Wow.
This is the least suggestive of the lot, but the line "Where's my Money, Honey" is my quote of the day.
Also, I appreciate his high collared, butter yellow shirt.
Link: Mo' Panels
This also somewhat reminds me of a comic panel I played around with last year, on behalf of another writer here who felt like she'd been thrown to to the wolves on a project:
Friday, March 16, 2007
Awesome and Unecessary. But Mostly Awesome.
764 Full Cut White Diamonds and 1, 087 Full Cut Black Diamonds.
Total Ct: 9.25
Diamonds!
Link: Nixon
764 Full Cut White Diamonds and 1, 087 Full Cut Black Diamonds.Total Ct: 9.25
Diamonds!
Link: Nixon
Awesome and Unecessary. But Mostly Awesome 2.
Fig 2.
Sometimes product descriptions just say it all:
Item: Giant Sketch
Designer: Rob Teeters
Dimensions: H18" W9"L12"
Description: 4000 sheets of recycled paper bound in black buckrum. This multi functional book has it all; space for endless sketching, use as a seat or a side table. Edition of 20 signed and numbered by the designer.
Fig 2.
Sometimes product descriptions just say it all:
Item: Giant SketchDesigner: Rob Teeters
Dimensions: H18" W9"L12"
Description: 4000 sheets of recycled paper bound in black buckrum. This multi functional book has it all; space for endless sketching, use as a seat or a side table. Edition of 20 signed and numbered by the designer.
Price:$800.00
Link: MatterMattersThursday, March 15, 2007
2 Min Story
We looked out the window and knew, from the state of the building across the street, that it was time to get the hell out.
We crawled through the kitchen window, fell into the backgarden flowerbed, rolled across the lawn, scaled up and over the shed, hopped on top of our neighbour’s rusty yellow Citroen (she’s a flautist), and crawled towards our own waiting Ellehammer motorbike and sidecar. From there, we would head towards the shore where Gregor, the Bavarian lobsterman, would meet us and take us in his vessel across the bay.
We looked out the window and knew, from the state of the building across the street, that it was time to get the hell out.
We crawled through the kitchen window, fell into the backgarden flowerbed, rolled across the lawn, scaled up and over the shed, hopped on top of our neighbour’s rusty yellow Citroen (she’s a flautist), and crawled towards our own waiting Ellehammer motorbike and sidecar. From there, we would head towards the shore where Gregor, the Bavarian lobsterman, would meet us and take us in his vessel across the bay.
Beautiful Hybreeds
Carl Stevenson, a video and multimedia artist, has created this completely hypnotic biotechnology pastiche called 'Contamination'. It's vaguely remeniscent of Un Chien Andalou's surrealism. Some consider it completely disturbing, and I imagine that the title of the piece reveals that to be the artist's intention. Personally, I find it hypnotic and vaguely lovely. Here's a little about it, from the site:
Carl Stevenson, a video and multimedia artist, has created this completely hypnotic biotechnology pastiche called 'Contamination'. It's vaguely remeniscent of Un Chien Andalou's surrealism. Some consider it completely disturbing, and I imagine that the title of the piece reveals that to be the artist's intention. Personally, I find it hypnotic and vaguely lovely. Here's a little about it, from the site:
"Mélange de 2D et de 3D, le film révèle commeLink to Contamination
un présage effrayant des créatures hybrides : chats à tête
de pigeon, pigeons à tête d’humain, et humains ailés...
Outre sa qualité graphique, Contamination est aussi
remarquable pour sa bande son."
"A mix of 2D and 3D, the film is like a frightening prediction of hybrid creatures: cats with pigeon heads, pigeons with human heads, winged humans...
Aside from its graphic quality, Contamination is also remarkable for its soundtrack".
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I Make Me Unsleepy
In bed. Thoughts leapt out of the night room air, swirling themselves like a milkette into the blackness of my 3 am. I tried to be sincerely thoughtless for three hours beforehand, but whatever I had unthought had rethought itself and invited friends.
Thoughts lock Sleep in the closet, and dance around and multiply and become a larger more formed thing as slow minutes pass. Sleep is lazy in defending itself sometimes, but this is the second time this week and seriously Sleep, wake up. It's too late tonight, because by now, many thoughts have built into something bigger and I think, if I have to think at all, that I would like to do violence to insomnia, with its unblinking goggle stare.
In bed. Thoughts leapt out of the night room air, swirling themselves like a milkette into the blackness of my 3 am. I tried to be sincerely thoughtless for three hours beforehand, but whatever I had unthought had rethought itself and invited friends.
Thoughts lock Sleep in the closet, and dance around and multiply and become a larger more formed thing as slow minutes pass. Sleep is lazy in defending itself sometimes, but this is the second time this week and seriously Sleep, wake up. It's too late tonight, because by now, many thoughts have built into something bigger and I think, if I have to think at all, that I would like to do violence to insomnia, with its unblinking goggle stare.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Make a 5 min story
My friend told me to make a 5 min story using the following: a kangeroo, salt and pepper shakers, and the name of our friend Paul Lin.
So:
Paul Lin was a man who favoured his privacy. He had never been a very social person, even in his childhood, preferring the company of books to the company of other children.
He read books voraciously, practically swallowing them whole. Paul Lin most specifically loved books about marsupials.
The decades shuffled on. Paul had become a corporate person. He wore suits to work. He had schedules. He bought salads for lunch. But one day, he took pause. It was at this moment, that Paul Lin decided that he was not his life, and his life was not him. Where does a man go when he prefers solitude, and marsupials, above the normal day to day mechanics of modern society?
To the outback, he decided.
Paul Lin got on a plane, with a stack of his favourite books and some key wardrobe items. He took up residence some 7 hours outside of Auckland. And there he stayed.
Strangely though, he became lonely. But he knew that his lack of social prowess, coupled with two years of hermetic living in the outback hardly made him a desirable companion for the average Ozzie.
He began to dust various vegetables and meats with spices in the hopes of drawing out some creature companion.
Oddly, it was the combination of salt, pepper and guava that enticed a kangeroo from the outback's silence. A marsupial! The kangeroo took to Paul Lin right away, and misadventures of a downunder sort ensued.
But friend, that story is for another time.
My friend told me to make a 5 min story using the following: a kangeroo, salt and pepper shakers, and the name of our friend Paul Lin.
So:
Paul Lin was a man who favoured his privacy. He had never been a very social person, even in his childhood, preferring the company of books to the company of other children.
He read books voraciously, practically swallowing them whole. Paul Lin most specifically loved books about marsupials.
The decades shuffled on. Paul had become a corporate person. He wore suits to work. He had schedules. He bought salads for lunch. But one day, he took pause. It was at this moment, that Paul Lin decided that he was not his life, and his life was not him. Where does a man go when he prefers solitude, and marsupials, above the normal day to day mechanics of modern society?
To the outback, he decided.
Paul Lin got on a plane, with a stack of his favourite books and some key wardrobe items. He took up residence some 7 hours outside of Auckland. And there he stayed.
Strangely though, he became lonely. But he knew that his lack of social prowess, coupled with two years of hermetic living in the outback hardly made him a desirable companion for the average Ozzie.
He began to dust various vegetables and meats with spices in the hopes of drawing out some creature companion.
Oddly, it was the combination of salt, pepper and guava that enticed a kangeroo from the outback's silence. A marsupial! The kangeroo took to Paul Lin right away, and misadventures of a downunder sort ensued.
But friend, that story is for another time.
Animals as Doctors
I like them, but wouldn't necessarily trust them to operate on me.
Contrariwise:
Antique engravings of anthropomorphs are key. This example reminds me of the John Tenniel illustrations for the first editions of Alice in Wonderland and Alice through the Looking Glass.
I like them, but wouldn't necessarily trust them to operate on me.
Contrariwise:
Antique engravings of anthropomorphs are key. This example reminds me of the John Tenniel illustrations for the first editions of Alice in Wonderland and Alice through the Looking Glass.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Tragic Texts From Mysterious People
I just got a txt message from someone I don't know.
It reads as follows:
"Sorry we ended like this. Am not upset anymore. Hope u found happiness. Good luck."
I feel for someone that sends a heartfelt message of that nature to the wrong person. It strikes me as something that was rehearsed a few times before it was sent. At the same time, your mind starts to really go on the backstory. How long were they together? What did the other person do? How long have they been untogether?
Funny bits of mystery history to mull over.
I just got a txt message from someone I don't know.
It reads as follows:
"Sorry we ended like this. Am not upset anymore. Hope u found happiness. Good luck."
I feel for someone that sends a heartfelt message of that nature to the wrong person. It strikes me as something that was rehearsed a few times before it was sent. At the same time, your mind starts to really go on the backstory. How long were they together? What did the other person do? How long have they been untogether?
Funny bits of mystery history to mull over.
Mo' Movies Mo' Bettah
A theatre hopper schedule generator.
Tell it your ZIP/Postal Code, your preferred theatre, the amount of time you're prepared to wait between screenings, and it tells you what you'll see and when - 5 for the price of 1. Above is my schedule for the Paramount (now Scotiabank Theatre) for tomorrow.
Have been feeling oddly nostalgic of late. The twisted, fun little things that really added something to a week. My friend Mike and I used to have the 'do something stupid a week' club. We'd do one thing a week that was somehow beyond the usual suspects of what to do. Thus we
Nothing exotic. Just new ways to explore the city.
Maybe I will theatre hop this weekend. Maybe I'll do it drunk on rollerskates.
Link: http://www.movie-madness.org/
"With movie ticket prices reaching $10 and beyond in most theaters, moviegoers are in an awkward position these days. No one should ever have to fork over $10 to the evil MPAA just to see 85 minutes of whatever Hollywood is currently peddling as entertainment. So what is the avid, but principled, moviegoer to do?"Now this is an idea.
A theatre hopper schedule generator.
Tell it your ZIP/Postal Code, your preferred theatre, the amount of time you're prepared to wait between screenings, and it tells you what you'll see and when - 5 for the price of 1. Above is my schedule for the Paramount (now Scotiabank Theatre) for tomorrow.
Have been feeling oddly nostalgic of late. The twisted, fun little things that really added something to a week. My friend Mike and I used to have the 'do something stupid a week' club. We'd do one thing a week that was somehow beyond the usual suspects of what to do. Thus we
- Went to a Christian roller skate night
- Got drunk at 2 and toured the shoe museum
- Faked a birthday at Hooters to see what their policy is
Nothing exotic. Just new ways to explore the city.
Maybe I will theatre hop this weekend. Maybe I'll do it drunk on rollerskates.
Link: http://www.movie-madness.org/
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Sounds like Madness to Me
Today's special...is sound.
Here we have two sites that interpret visual things aurally.
The first one is something my CD Dre showed me (thanks Dre!):
A site that offers people the opportunity to listen to their favourite movies. That's it.
They say there's a market for anything, but this - I was friggin flabbergasted. That is, until he pointed out that often people throw on the tv, using audio as ambient sound. And I guess, there's something to that. I mean, just listening to Yoda instantly made me think of Grover. And then Grover in space.
Intergalactic Grover imaginings are good fun.
Link: http://power.listentoamovie.com/
The second thing that made me cackle long and hard is also something that puzzles me. I can't seem to be able to disprove that Bob Dylan recorded an EP of songs based on Dr. Seuss books - but still, like - wtfbbq.
http://www.dylanhearsawho.com/
There it is. It's amazing. It's strange. And it's up for grabs as to whether or not this is someone who has half strangled themselves in an effort to sound like Bob Dylan singing Green Eggs and Ham.
Today's special...is sound.Here we have two sites that interpret visual things aurally.
The first one is something my CD Dre showed me (thanks Dre!):
A site that offers people the opportunity to listen to their favourite movies. That's it.
They say there's a market for anything, but this - I was friggin flabbergasted. That is, until he pointed out that often people throw on the tv, using audio as ambient sound. And I guess, there's something to that. I mean, just listening to Yoda instantly made me think of Grover. And then Grover in space.
Intergalactic Grover imaginings are good fun.
Link: http://power.listentoamovie.com/
The second thing that made me cackle long and hard is also something that puzzles me. I can't seem to be able to disprove that Bob Dylan recorded an EP of songs based on Dr. Seuss books - but still, like - wtfbbq.
http://www.dylanhearsawho.com/
There it is. It's amazing. It's strange. And it's up for grabs as to whether or not this is someone who has half strangled themselves in an effort to sound like Bob Dylan singing Green Eggs and Ham.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Large Holes in Far Off Places
Today's strange thing is far stranger than most strange things you abnormally see.
It's a hole that wanted to happen so badly, it just showed up one day in Guatemala, tragically swallowing three people and a dozen houses.
Why is this my first blog posting? Not entirely sure. I suspect that blogs are meant to be about things that capture your imagination in some way. To me, the universe pushing a thumb through a Central American avenue is pretty philosophically arresting.
Source: http://www.ordena.com/digg/sinkhole.html
Today's strange thing is far stranger than most strange things you abnormally see.It's a hole that wanted to happen so badly, it just showed up one day in Guatemala, tragically swallowing three people and a dozen houses.
Why is this my first blog posting? Not entirely sure. I suspect that blogs are meant to be about things that capture your imagination in some way. To me, the universe pushing a thumb through a Central American avenue is pretty philosophically arresting.
Source: http://www.ordena.com/digg/sinkhole.html
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