Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Ain't he cute that little guy to the right? Shouldn't he be sitting in front of a computer though?
Ian, over at Or So I Thought bestowed upon me this lovely award. It was great to see this after a hellish Monday, and knowing that Tuesday will probably be just as bad. Thank you Ian for thinking I scribble superiorily -yeah, I know, not a word, but there you go. Does that lose my my superiority in scribbldom?
Looking at this award though, I'm struck at how we no longer write. On paper. With a pen. Other than my journal (which means, I suppose that I write for "real" more than most people), I don't use pen and paper anymore to do anything other than jotdown shopping lists and notes to myself to remember this that or the other. Actually, I find myself jotting more note as the years go by and the old brain begins to turn to mush.
I can't remember the last time I took the time to sit down with my pen to write a letter to someone. A real, chatty email of a letter. A how're you doing, last week I this and that happened and on and on. I used to write a couple of 5-10 page letters a week. No longer. It's sad really, because somehow, typing doesn't hold a candle to the sensation of a fountain pen sliding on a good sheet of paper. Anyone want a letter?
Change is good, but sometimes what you leave behind, though it's much slower and less efficient, is even better....
Well, enough maudlin bullshit.
I don't know how many people I'm supposed to pass this onto, but I'll do two men and two women:
Dumdad - an expat journalist Brit living in Paris, his blog has been one of my favourites since I discovered him through... hell I don't even remember how I discovered him.
Joe - A writer photographer living in Florida. His photos are awesome. He takes ordinary moments and makes them extraordinary. His short stories are wonderful. Sort of like his pictures. Only problem is they don't come often enough.
Jocelyn - Everyone's favourite Midwesterner. College teacher and smartass, if her life is as hilarious as what she writes she must spend all her time laughing.
XUP - The Ex Urban Pedestrian. I discovered her with her first blog, where she was writing about being a pedestrian in the city. Literally. It was all about walking and the evils of cars. It was great. She returned and is a prolific and hilarious blogger. Read her if you haven't already. READ. HER. BLOG.
And because I like to break the rules when I can (and I haven't been able to do much of that lately) even if they're my stoopid rools, here's another:
Dorky Dad - He's insane. And funny. And his stories about family life have me on the floor laughing. I need laughs. Thus I love him. I'm a simple creature I am.
And to all you others I follow religiously, it's for you too, so if you want it take it.
Edited to add: Dumdad pointed out that he had given me a Dummy way back in February. A Dummy. All for myself. My very own Dummy. But since I'm an idiot, I had never noticed. Thank you Dumdad for recognizing my dummyness.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I got this from Rachel's blog, Lessons Learned. For the past couple of weeks, I've been thinking about art, what makes something art, who decides what art is, you know, all those lofty preoccupations that come with being sick of your job and more than ready for a vacation. So, when I saw this I had to do it. I find it rather funny that I've scored in the negatives except for abstract and cubist - and truly, I much prefer that type of painting to a 16th century masterpiece.
And so, here's what my taste in art says about my personality... However flattering the personality description is, I dunno how true it is, I tend not think so much about these things because I'm way to preoccupied by what constitutes art and shit like that. You'd have to ask Mr. Jazz. I highly doubt that I could be considered a visionary in any way shape or form though. But I really like that painting below. Would someone buy it for me please?
Non-conformist, Visionary, and Independent
23 Abstract, -16 Islamic, -5 Ukiyo-e, 16 Cubist, -16 Impressionist and -30 Renaissance!
Abstract art uses a visual language of form, color and line to create a composition which exists independently of what may appear to others as visual realities. Western had been underpinned by the logic of perspective and an attempt to reproduce an illusion of visible reality. It allowed the progressive thinking artists to show a different side to the world around them. By the end of the 19th century many artists felt a need to create a 'new kind of art' which would encompass the fundamental changes taking place in technology, science and philosophy. Abstract artists created art that was diverse and reflected the social and intellectual turmoil in all areas of Western culture.
People that choose abstract art as their preferred art form tend to be visionaries. They see things in the world around them and in people that others may miss because they look beyond what is visual only with the eye. They rely on their inner thoughts and feelings in dealing with the world around them instead of on what they are told they should think and feel. They feel freed from the tendency to be bound by traditional thought and experiences. They look more toward their own ideas and experiences than what they are told by their religious upbringing or from scientific evidence. They tend to like to prove theories themselves instead of relying on the insight or ideas of others. They are not bound by common and mundane, but like to travel and have new experiences. They value intelligence, but they also enjoy a challenge. They can be rather argumentative when they are being forced or feel as if they are being forced to conform.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
XUP's recent post reminded me of a conversation Mr. Jazz and I had recently.
Jazz: I have the proof for all those Christian right nutjobs that god does not exist, or that if he does he's far from perfect.
Mr. Jazz: Okaaaaay.... and that would be?
Mr. Jazz: Butts?
Jazz: Well see, god is supposed to be omniscient, to know all to have engineered man in his own image, eh?
Mr. Jazz: ....
Jazz: Now look at animals. They poop, it falls out their butt, they keep going about their business. No butt cheeks, no fuss, no muss, and mostly, no mess. Right?
Mr. Jazz: Um....
Jazz: Now us, we have butt cheeks that screw everything up. Things stick, things smear; toilet paper has become a thriving industry because of our faulty design.
Mr. Jazz: I see your point, but god?
Jazz: Well if god was so perfect, you'd think he'd have ironed out the kinks a long time ago. And if we are made in his own image (cause god has to be a guy, a woman would have thought to fix this), this makes him imperfect doesn't it?
Ergo, since god is perfect, and this issue delves deep in the realm of imperfection, god must not exist - because according to judeo-christian thought, an imperfect god is an impossibility. Thus Darwin was right, it's all about evolution, and human evolution contains a serious kink, perhaps because we were too busy evolving our brain to evolve our butt. It might explain why humans are so cranky all the time. If we had a well designed butt, we might never even have thought of the concept of war!
On the other hand, maybe god does exist and has huge investments in toilet paper companies - in which case, the joke's on us.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
After the recent boring Canadian federal election and the amazing recent election in the US, as I mentioned we're doing the whole election thing again in Quebec less than two years after our previous provincial election.
And our candidate are redefining the meaning of boredom. Yesterday the Parti Québecois and Liberals accused each other of being bad managers.
That pretty much sums up the whole election. We're voting for a manager, not a leader.
The only halfway amusing thing here is Mario Dumont who at the beginning of the campaign touted himself as the Obama of Quebec. The man for change. The man leads the ADQ, the party most to the right that attracts the most rednecks. The reactionary party. Oh the irony!
(Edited to add: This blog from Deux Maudits Anglais on Maclean's.ca just proves that Mario Dumont, like all politicians, is nothing but a clown. He just takes it to a higher level. And yet, he actually managed to be the official opposition leader after the last election. What is wrong with people? )
The whole charade makes the federal election look almost interesting in retrospect. That's scary.
Will we ever again see an inspired leader, whether at the federal or provincial level? Will we ever again see someone with a minimum of flair? A touch of charisma? A René Lévesque? (Love him or hate him, the man had charisma and he inspired people to believe in something).
God these people tire me. I
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Probably more. Everything has no doubt been said.
Halleluia and congratulations to the USA!
And I just want to add my heartfelt thanks to Sarah Palin for all the effort she put into helping this happen.
Thank you Sarah from the bottom of my heart.