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| 09:14pm 26/06/2007 |
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music: sonic youth - androgynous mind
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So this afternoon my family dog Cooper was put down in Toronto.
Last month Dr.Zaetz ran away while I was travelling.
If you feel sorry you could get me this:
http://designhead.net/cdimino/cuckoo.html
but if not I still luv'ya |
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| welcome to the modern world |
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| 10:08pm 23/06/2007 |
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music: nirvana - big long now
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I heard Monday Vancouver busses go on the (semi) honor system - no more showing drivers a pass, board at all doors, transit police. 'Bout time, I'm very sick of being treated like a child/thief, not to mention waiting behind bag ladies and people with strollers. |
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| 07:21pm 20/06/2007 |
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music: neotropic - insane moon
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Going to see Kid Koala next Saturday, my one show of the jazz fest. I'm too broke to justify concert tickets but I couldn't miss my annual tradition of taking Colter to a jazz show for his birthday; and I was able to squeeze it onto my visa with a remainder of less than 1$... not good of course, but the show, well, is certified worth it.
I'm almost more excited about the openers, Kieran Hebden (aka 4 Hero) on laptop and decks with Steve Reid, old jazz drummer who played with James Brown amongst others.
Almost, that is. Not quite. If you've ever seen Kid Koala running around synching 5 turntables without headphones, crossing Radiohead with Frank Sinatra, smiling all the while ... you know what I mean.
Anyhow, Negin also got a ticket, and Jackie is going too, and hopefully my friend Ky from work .... more people should come! |
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| 12:36am 17/06/2007 |
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music: some dancehall reggae, on tha radio buoy
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In Germany I picked up a new messenger style bag, cause the travelling pretty much pushed my old one over the edge.
The one I got came, oddly enough, with an email adress, which I got to pick out from a pile and attach on to the outside of it. I'm not sure what the point is - I guess maybe if I actually was a bike messenger business people would be blown away by my speediness and email me to come deliver packages to their associates across town. But I'm not ... at least this will clear up space in the Georgia Straight EYE SAW U ads, since all those hundreds of chicks trying to find me will just contact me direct.
Or not?
But at least some of you could email me elovenotes. I just remembered now to set it up.
kakesi@logstoff.com
So, yeah, email me or something. |
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| its like, 5 pm, in my head |
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| 08:11am 03/06/2007 |
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music: Cinematic Orchestra - Durian
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I was really good with postcards, right up to the end of the trip. Anyone who asked for one, should have got it already or very soon ... except ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) frankie23/chaoskitty and veleda, I had them written in Greece but never mailed them out .... Greece kind of did that, made me sleep til 2, laze and waste away, and sit in backyards until 4 am drinking, smoking, barbecuing, making fun of Schwarzennegger.
So the point is ... well, F&T i can just give it to in person, Vel I will have to do it lame style and send it with a BC postmark on it-
What are they doing to the bocci ball park on victoria drive? |
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| 02:08pm 20/05/2007 |
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For my birthday on Friday I went to this place in Berlin that is kind of like Modern Burger if it was all veggie burgers...my version of heaven.
Later we went with Caspar (german) and Travis (american) to this squat club in an abandoned warehouse where they played really outdated american hip hop mixed with new skool german hip hop upstairs, punk music downstairs....Caspar fell asleep next to the dance floor, I don't know how.
Anyways now I am staying with a friend, Marin, in Hamburg. A nice apartment overlooking the S-Bahn. Please, if u'd like a postcard, give me your adress here or in an email (to my gmail adress).
danke
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| 01:33am 29/04/2007 |
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music: beck - broken drum
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I have successfully moved my stuff, stashed the pussy, squared (most) debts.
I can finally enjoy looking forward to taking a trip. It's scary leaving the continent more or less broke, but not so much. I mostly have to worry keeping myself fed and entertained.
Some photos uploaded to flickr , reminders of my final time at 19th+Columbia. On the right was taken sometime at night, no photoshopping etc. Just one of those freakishly lit nights.
I left D-Z this morning with a mellow stoner hipster guy on Victoria Dr. He plays acoustic and sings so they should get along.
I almost forgot:
http://www.villagevoice.com/music/0711,harvilla,76021,22.html |
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| 07:34pm 20/04/2007 |
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music: cat power - werewolf
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Is anyone on here part of the Couchsurfing Project?
I got hooked up with it a week or two ago and have invitations to stay with people in the two cities - Berlin&Prague - on my trip where I kknow no one, and even to go on a boatcruise in Czech.
It would be nice to have connections/references on here. If you haven't heard of it I advise checking it out, even if you're not heading anywhere it might be a great way to meet new people and have future places to stay. |
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| 05:29pm 13/04/2007 |
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music: pink floyd - great gig in the sky
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It's for my own reference, but rather than email to myself here's an excellent article on the Turtle character/symbol running through S.King's novels:
http://www.strangehorizons.com/2005/20051219/king-lovecraft-a.shtml
I'm researching this out of the possibility that this will form part of m y next tattoo. I'm pretty certain he was influenced by the opening of S.Hawking's Brief History:
A well-known scientist (some say it was the philosopher Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the Earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the centre of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy.
At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise."
The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?"
"You're very clever, young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"
No logic, but its rather nice.
I'm thinking I might base it off the opening graphic on the Tortoise website:
http://www.trts.com |
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| 12:43am 11/04/2007 |
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music: tea party - The River
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Dear Quentin,
Thank You for finally making a superior film to Reservoir Dogs.
Can't wait to see the final cut!
What does happen to the porn star?
-k. |
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| close your eyes |
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| 06:45pm 05/04/2007 |
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Aw man. What happends when you finish leftover lines of K and go romping around the Internet?
I seriously don't even know how I found this picture.
Ye gods. Erix nice talking to you.
Peidran if you come up here gimme a shout, or a text, I often won't answer my phone if I don't know the #
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| I do say good chap, pass the port this way, jolly good, jolly good |
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| 08:30am 30/03/2007 |
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Stayed up late with Dave, Euvie, Negin, focussing all our cognitive powers on the 11th letter.
At 3am started drinking beer until I was sober.
At 4am biked through the empty city - in incredibly warm middle'o'night weather - to the passport office.
At 4:45 I got there,
At 6 they opened the doors; there were maybe 300 people lined up already.
At 7:30 the passport office opened, and I was 12th in line.
At 8:15 I was back home. Those people will still be in line by the time I wake up this afternoon.
I still feel badly for them .... but not too badly.
Good night, Good day. |
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| bye bye |
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| 06:24pm 29/03/2007 |
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Over 13 records, no one ever complained about their song count. "You know what you guys are?" my friend, Richard, once opined. "You're commie!" I argued that we were Canadian, and left it at that, because, like Canada, we weren't only one thing, one voice, one song. We were four satellites who got along, and if you listened closely or saw us on a good night, you got bit. Travellers lost in the wilderness were nursed to safety through our music; attempted suicide cases too. Once, three cops rushed into a fan's flaming wreck to rescue his tape collection. Years before that, Jake got knocked into a coma, then awoke without any knowledge of birds, chocolate or television, but singing Me and Stupid. Another time, a fellow in Florida opened his head shop to find a cracked cassette of Whale Music pushed through the door without a note. He played it, liked it, and every year, he travels north to hear us. They'll all be at Massey Hall, watching us sing until our last small burst of breath.
And then something will die.
I saw the Rheostatics once at the Horseshoe Tavern in T.O. early 2001.
No dice on Tragically Hip being the definitive Canadian band. These guys are - were - the real thing.
Chheeeeers. |
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| file under : Life Imitating Art |
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| 10:12pm 24/03/2007 |
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music: Amon Tobin - triple science
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I finally got around to reading Life of Pi, by Spanish-Canadian author, Yann Martel. Heavily praised and awarded book, even if it did suffer some plagiarism controversy. The story is an Indian family in the 70's who own a zoo and decide to sell it and move to Canada because of some political issues in India at the time.
So anyways they're halfway across the Pacific on a cargo ship loaded with all their animals and the ship goes down. Everyone dies except the youngest child from the family, who ends up in a life raft with a hyena, zebra, orangutan, & bengal tiger. The animals kill each other while he trails along holding on to the boat, until eventually just the tiger is left. The story is basically the two learning to live together in such a small space and depending on each other for survival.
I just finished it now and wanted to read up a bit on it online. Discovered this interesting tidbit on wikipedia:
(for reference R.P. was the name of the tiger, not the boy; his name is, obviously, Pi)
Richard Parker was named after an Edgar Allan Poe character from The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1838). The book tells of four shipwrecked men who, after many days' privation, drew lots to decide who should be killed and eaten. The cabin boy, named Richard Parker, draws the short straw and is eaten. Tales of cannibalism by shipwrecked sailors were not uncommon in the 19th century, but oddly enough, 46 years after Poe's story was published, the very events Poe wrote about would happen in reality. Captain Dudley and three sailors were stranded in a skiff in the Pacific after the sinking of their yacht Mignonette on the way to Australia. They were forced to eat one of the party to survive, and feasted on his body for 4 days — a sailor boy named Richard Parker.
Besides being an entertaining action/survival tale, the book as a piece of literature plays some fun metaphysical mindgames on the reader, offering a sort of choice between factuality and narrative entertainment. There's also some interesting religious mix-ups in the first section that keep the mind sharp.
But no moloko velocet.
a short article on the plagiarism:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2002/11/09/wbook09.xml |
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| 12:02am 20/03/2007 |
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A SECTION THAT'S A MIX OF EXTRAPOLATIONS FROM OTHER SECTIONS AND IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COME UP WITH A UNIFIED HEADING FOR
THE WORD postmodern is admittedly overused, but the incongruity between the peaceful health of his mien and the creepy ambition of his films is something about David Lynch that is resoundingly postmodern. Other postmodern things about him are 'his speaking voice – which can be described only as sounding like Jimmy Stewart on acid – and the fact that it's literally impossible to know how seriously to take what he says. This is a genius auteur whose vocabulary in person consists of things like okey-doke and marvy and terrif and gee. When a production assistant appears with the tuna-fish sandwich he's asked for, he stops in the middle of his huddle with the Steadicam operator and tells her "Thanks a million." David Letterman says this kind of stuff too, but Letterman always says it in a way that lets you know he's making fun of about 400 things at the same time. With Lynch it's not at all clear that this is what he's doing. Another example: After the last car-filming run and return to base, as people are dismantling cameras and bounces and Chesney is putting the unused film under a reflective NASA blanket, Lynch, three times in five minutes, says "Golly!" Not one of these times does he utter "Golly!" with any evident irony or disingenuousness or even the flattened affect of somebody who's parodying himself. (Let's also remember that this is a man with every button on his shirt buttoned and high-water pants.) During this same tri-"Golly!" interval, though, about 50 yards down the road, Mr. Bill Pullman, who's sitting in a big canvas director's chair getting interviewed for his E.P.K.,22 is leaning forward earnestly and saying of David Lynch: "He's so truthful – that's what you build your trust on, as an actor, with a director" and "He's got this kind of modality to him, the way he speaks, that lets him be very open and honest and at the same time very sly. There's an irony about the way he speaks."
David Foster Wallace writing on his experiences with David Lynch on the set of Lost Highway |
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| i didn't do it. |
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| 03:15am 15/03/2007 |
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music: Webley - the Drinkng Sng
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yeah life's a lot like that
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