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Friday, August 18, 2006
An Update From Work
Article Summary: "If we don't let Wal-Mart in we open the door to every Johnnie Jew, Randall Turk or even the heathen Koree"Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Hey Party People
The past week has been pretty quiet. I've been hell of busy sitting on my cousins. On Sunday the fam went to the Global Village, the publicly accessible portion of the AIDS conference. There were a lot of really good, informative displays. Student Partnerships Worldwide, the NGO I will be volunteering with, had a booth and I got to meet the woman who interviewed me.We also visited the World Vision site at Adelaide and University where they had recreated an African village. Visitors follow one of four paths which tell the life story of four real people. I followed the story of Steven, a 13 year old boy, who was abducted from his family my the local militia and forced to become a child soldier. At the end visitors go to a "clinic" where some people are told that they tested positive for HIV. It's pretty traumatic.
At the conference Nat and I were invited to a benefit concert for Right to Play, and NGO which uses sports and play in the fight against HIV/AIDS. The concert, at the Revival, was by God Made Me Funky. They played a whole lot of amazingly dancable funk as well as delicious covers of Sugarhill Gang, Rapper's Delight; Cypress Hill, Jump Around; and Grandmaster Flash, The Message. I was so impressed I bought their album. God is in the process of making me funky.
OI! OI! OI! Is there a way to make a couple tracks from the GMMF album available online for the APE community?
SNAKES ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN DAILY SHOW.
The Internet - Sweet Poison?
You can live without it, except for the University stuff, but is left better without it? Who's to say. I have some naturesque stories like Ben's that are at least as good, but I dun want to write them all up right now until I soak my body in the vile goo that is our internet and its webcomics and then go for an obligatory shower.Last noight me ma came up and attended the spirit night. that's like "spirits of the past" not like "cheerleading". Anyways, I wrote this particular show and the 15 roles within it and the whole damn thing is a logistical hassle deluxe, but it's a good show. better than Depot Harbour I'd say (Ben). Anyways, the first time I performed it I felt a lot bether about my delivery. This time I got off on the wrong foot and it was difficult to get my momentum going. Nevertheless, pople seemed to enjoy it. Me ma included. It's mostly about sawmills and the great depression.
Me ma drove back today. We caught up on stories, she's been off in BC and I've been up at KB. The clouds were beautiful and I slept a lot. I gave me ma Radio-News* season 1 and 2 on TVD~. She bought me a stack of obscure comics from a shop in BC.
Well, adios.
* Radio-News is a clever, well-cast office sitcom from the nineties starring Dave Foley and Phil Hartman.
~ TVD stands for Television Disc and has replaced the VHS tape as the standard media for home movie viewing.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Secret Waterfalls, Llamamen, Art Nouveau, Trainrides, &c
I spent the past week in North Bay with the lovely Jonna. Took the train up Sunday morning: trains are the superlative travel form. I had a blast. I didn't even do much-- I worked on my essay somewhat, and read a bit, but mostly listened to music and watched out the window, and it was endlessly entertaining. I also bought, en route, a "Temagami Scotch Cream Soda" in a very fetching silver can with some sort of archetypal conifer on the front. Very good cream soda-- a treat I indulge in only very occasionally-- but I really bought it for the awesome can. I forgot the can on the train, and spent the rest of the week asking people if they knew where I could get more. They didn't.Lamely, I ended up spending most of the first part of the week working on my essay on Kusama Yayoi. I think it was successful-- it felt pretty good, but damn could I write more, if I had the time and more access to materials. I think. We'll see when I get it back.
Anyways, I had murda-fun up there. Jonna's friends are really amazing folk, and she's made the most out of all the possibilities up there-- I swear, she's got this forcefield that attracts all the good around her-- and I'm ever more impressed with her. Enough gushing.
Early part of the week was spent workin' on the paper, like I said, plus also some swimmin' in Nipissing and hangouts. Jonna painted a fabulous Art Nouveau-style portrait of her friend for a show. On Wednesday though we went to Jonna's cottage near Trout River or Trout Lake or Trout something? Whichever-- it's on Lake Tomiko, apparently one of the deepest lakes in the province, which is a gorgeous place. We canoed around part of it and into an inlet on Friday, which led us to a small creek. We beached the canoe partway up when it got rocky, and hopscotched across the rocks further, past some rapids, and came across a two-story-high, multi-level waterfall. We climbed to the top and splashed about for a while near an old beaver dam. It felt like noone had been there before, and it was lovely. A little further down the shore of the lake, in another inlet, we found a whole nother lake, three feet higher than the one we were in, contained by another beaver dam. We tossed the canoe over and paddled there. It was oddly alien, although there was evidence of previous visits (a duck blind, a beached boat-- it looked like some idiot ran it aground trying to jump the dam), but still strange. There were thousands of waterlilies, and weird floating mudpie islands that smelled like a sewer, and a heron that half-ran from us, half-chased us around the lake.
On Saturday we went to the summer gay dance and stayed out till four in the morning. There were a lot of young people there-- their greatest turnout, I was told-- and decent dancing music, punctuated by line dancing (fun, if manic when you don't know how to do it). I was (extremely awkwardly) hit on four times by the same creepy feller ("Hi i'm daniel macintyre are you from north bay? Oh. Sudbury?") (written like he spoke it), who also hit repeatedly on other people I knew. He never seemed to remember us-- he said the same thing to me every time. Never offered to buy my a drink, though, the chintzy bastard. Not that I'd have taken it. But that's not the point.
Sunday we saw Jonna's old theatre company's production of Cats. Yes, yes, Cats is fluff in the worst of ways, but the production was impossibly slick-- pyrotechnics and everything. It depressed me a little, actually. I tried for years to get a big production together at UFA with no luck. Sure, we had those cabaret night type things, but it was never what I really wanted. And the movie was great, and I'm so proud of it, but it's not the same as being on stage. I miss it, a lot. Improv tides me over for the meanwhile, but it's still not the same.
Speaking of improv-- because I am not going back to school this year (or am only doing so very minimally) I'm going to see about doing the zone leader thing. I'm going to talk to Julie. Man I can't wait for improv.
(Pun intended, by the way. Cats? Fluff?)
Sunday, August 13, 2006
I'm back
Well, I'm back from beautiful BC, in particular beautiful Hornby island. I decided to vlog it:It was a very relaxed vacation: mainly I went to the beach, read and drank. The beach was nice and any area in the tidel poles with a small bit of water left was purple with Starfish. I also caught an eel in my googles and a crab in my hat. The reading was good too, fictionwise I read Spin (which was awesome) and Pastwatch (which was not). Of the non-fiction, I'd recommend The Rebel Sell: Why the Culture can't be Jammed, its thesis was that there is no counter-culture and that activists should concentrate on getting the world changed rather than their own lifestyle (using the metaphor of the Matrix). The drinking was good too, and varied.
