...so I was a little drunk and somehow I decided that I needed to get rid of some 'questionable' ground beef at 5:00 in the morning...I mean, who hasn't...am I right?
Anyway...:)
I was quite surprised by the enthusiasm these seemingly 'innocent' birds had towards raw meat...
All I can say is: mothers with newborns...avoid public parks...
Let us not forget...winter can be a serious pain in the ass...at the moment (March 13,2008) Montreal is 30cm short of the all time record. Quebec city has the new record by 2cm. So my question is...where is Gobal Warming, and why am I not living on a beach? Actually I know that last year was an El Nino year and that this is the backlash...El Nina...no one ever talks about the bitch little sister, but her vengenge speaks for itself. I can keep my sense of humour about this bullshit because I have a parking space. And a 4 wheel drive vehicle. I used to own a Toyota Tercel and this kind of winter would have made me homicidal. But as this is no longer the case...nah nah nah nah nah nah...hehe.
My good friend Dalia and I got inspired one day, and in a few hours of frantic creativity we created a fruit and veggie menagerie...was very fun.
Happy Birthday it was...I was completely blindsided. We were drinking and bullshitting (and it was 2 day past my actual b-day) and all of a sudden they all came out of the back room with a huge chocolate muffin they got at the corner store...and apparently a kit of candles that spelled out 'Happy Birthday'...but they decided to put 'BRIYA' and I loved it...then for the next half hour or so it became a game to see what other 'relevant' words could be spelled out...did I mention we had been drinking? I was very surprised and happy that they made the efforts to make my birthday special and memorable...I love them all.
I have a buddy who knows someone who happens to be of Aboriginal decent. Need I say more?
I love these two...they own the depanneur (convenience store) two doors east of me. Mao and Lin. Normally they don't get more than the odd petty theft to dead with, mostly beer, but a few days ago Mao had to deal with a thief one on one...and he ended up with a fat lip. That kind of thing really pisses me off. Apparently they had a bat behind the counter at one point, but Lin chased some fuck-wad out of the store and threw it at him...he picked it up and kept running...typical.
I haven't used my bat for eons so I gave it to them, with dual inscriptions: 'Don't fuck with Lin' and Don't fuck with Mao'...both signed by me, or what they call me...'Lang' there should be an accent going from left to right over the 'a'. That's the tatoo on my left forearm, it means 'wolf'. The same symbol is used in Japanese...'Okami'...also 'wolf'...
I hope it gets some action...the bat that is...Actually no, I don't...I adore them and their two young children...I want them to be prosperous without having to crack skulls...although it is a wonderfully thereputic endeavour when dirtbags are on the recieving end. Hehehe.
I can't for the life of me come up with a Chinese joke involving a 'Louisville Slugger'...
Well it's that time again...a month has past and it's time to update the progress of my little green children...my how they've grown...I look forward to devouring their offspring...hehehehe...actually I have to remove the ripened produce in order for the rest of the plant to thrive. (Shhh...I know that's bullshit, but they don't have do know the truth...:)
An update as to the progress of my little green friends...if you scroll down, you can see there has been a major growth spurt...and this is just the beginning of the season...I remember the start of last year...little tiny seedlings and wimpy plants...then came 'plant liberty...they went wild...I was watering them twice a day, fertilizing them every 10 days...I had a crop of 3 dozen cucumbers...just like you would find in the supermarket...but grown out of a single 12 inch pot...let's cross our fingers for the same such 'luck' this year...
Pray extra for the tomatoes...they are very fickle and high maintenance...and a word or two for the peppers would be appreciated...hehehe.
Yes I am talking fast...I'm trying to keep the file size to a minimum, so being brief is kind of a must...even though I sound like I've had far too many Italian coffees...I don't drink coffee...and espresso is last on my list of preferred beverages...
Went to get some smokes early in the morning...took my camera, you never know. I tweaked the image (duh...) but I still like it...I think it's the seagull...so what if I made it look like the background for a movie poster...that's just the mood I was in...I wonder if it's the same bird I tried to make a field goal with...what? I said 'tried' I missed the bastard...;p
I felt like taking a photo. Actually 'creating' a photo. This is the alley behind my building. The tripod is directly behind my car, at the edge of my parking spot. I liked the light that came off the streetlamp and blasted a small area on the wall beside it. And I thought I could mess with the idea of 'art' at the same time...And it has been a while since I took a self-portrait. Yeah...that's me...
I walk through this alley everyday. It's boring, I took a shot of it to show you just how boring it is. Now the question is...now that you know that I staged the whole thing, is my 'art photo' less appealing than if you knew nothing about it? What if I came up with a bullshit backstory, like; 'The man in this photo just watched his dog getting run over by a drunk driver...he watched his best friend's life drain away...the driver never stopped.' Would that make the image more powerful? Like magicians, artists are aware of the power of suggestion. Art is designed (consciously or not) to evoke an emotional response. Songs have a blueprint...Intro, chorus, chorus, bridge...etc. The visual arts have the '2/3rds' rule'...i.e. the horizon never bisects the image 50/50. If 'art' deviates from the long-standing formulas...we become confused...even irritated. Free Form Jazz comes to mind...Cubism as well. Actually just that douchbag Chagall. And (ugh) Modern Dance. Avant-Garde my ass. The Golden Ratio...The Fibonacci Numbers...we are pre-programmed as to the aesthics we find pleasing. There is a distinct difference between a photogragh and a snapshot. Just as diaposed as a chicken salad sandwich is to Peking Duck...both fall under the category of 'poultry' and that is all they share. For some reason that I cannot comprehend, I have found that people equate their income level with their ability to apreciate all that life has to offer. Why can't a truck driver appreciate a Merlot, enjoy an operetta, relax by practicing yoga? Yeah, I find the imagery amusing too...but why? I guess that's why one of the most successful of all 'formulaic' literary models, namely the 'fish out of water' scenario, is so successful. The rich 'princess' yearns to be normal...the working girl wants to be a 'somebody'. And of course as a romantic comedy...opposites always attract, but only after many wacky adventures. I like the label 'Con Artist'...look up Mark Kostabi...art has long ago become more of a commodity than a means of expression. I could be wrong...I'd actually like to be wrong...
