This is side five. Follow in your book and repeat after me as we learn three new words in Turkish: Towel. Bath. Border. So begins Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him, from the first album released by the Firesign Theater, in 1968 (on later … . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Is This Your Bar of Soap?
This is the block on Verdun avenue between Desmarchais and Melrose. On top of the Dollarama was The Pool Room, a snooker hall where my generation basically hung out, grew up fast, and a lot of firsts were experienced such as smoking your first joint or dropping acid for the first time. It was the . . . → Read More: PostArctica: The Pool Room in Verdun
This is the block on Verdun avenue between Desmarchais and Melrose. On top of the Dollarama was The Pool Hall, a snooker hall where my generation basically hung out, grew up fast, and a lot of firsts were experienced such as smoking your first joint or dropping acid for the first time. It was the . . . → Read More: PostArctica: The Pool Hall in Verdun
Vancouver, 1978. So I am over at Glen Ward’s place and he puts an album on for me that he had ordered from Europe and we both were killing ourselves laughing through the whole thing, shaking our heads and pumping our fists, and just so damn high on this horrible, awful, ugly “new” stuff called . . . → Read More: PostArctica: When Punk Rock Hit Vancouver
It’s election season for Calgary Co-op. For the month of February if you’re a member-owner of Calgary Co-op you can select three of their nine-member board. Most people don’t know they can help select representatives on that board. Out of some 440,000 members the Calgary Co-op cooperative only nets a little over or under 5,000 . . . → Read More: calgaryliberal.com: 1 out of 100 Calgary Co-op members vote.
There’s something touching about a classic film, something magical about a B&W movie, about a film shot between the wars in that period of recovery and optimism; a film that was new when my parents were young, full of life and hope. A movie from the days before CGI, before green screens and 3D. Before . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Makes you feel happy, like an old time movie
“But what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band” The Rolling Stones
Or maybe just follow your imagination with a camera if music is not your talent. So this is my take on Blade Runner. Or should I say my ultra low budget take in an abandoned (now . . . → Read More: Walking Turcot Yards: Blade Runner Revisited
Future Landfill asked “Did you go outside and look up at the moon when Neil Armstrong went for a walk there in ’69?”
I wish I could say that yes, I did go out and look at the moon, but the truth is I don’t remember actually doing that.
What I do remember . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: Ask Me Anything: #6 – The moon
I wonder if Coyote knows his mugshot is plastered all over that new coffee roasting place on Anderson Street? The last thing he needs is a bunch of heavily caffeinated bounty hunters on his tail.
Speaking of bounty hunters, I was thinking about the ways my sister and I used to make money . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: Wanted
I remember talking to my Grandfather on the phone in 1974. He was in Canada, and I was in the UK. There was an echo that made it very difficult to hear his voice; I think he struggled even more … Continue reading →
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My grandfather, Opa, would be celebrating his 104th birthday today if he hadn’t been killed by an irrational fear of surgery. He died in a hospital in Hollywood, Florida, as a result of septic poisoning from a blocked gall bladder duct. He was 86. The doctors had warned him about it, but he’d refused . . . → Read More: knitnut.net: I had a grandfather
Watership Down: A Reviewmory This was one of my childhood faves, and all of my friends had read it as well. So, you’d think a bunch of 12-year-old boys would find this a laughable premise, a book about rabbits. Au … Continue reading →
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child of the corn, a photo by imagecarnival on Flickr. Little Jehoshaphat was born in 1832 to a family of carnival performers and technicians that roamed the Americas. From Georgia up to New England, as far west as the Mississippi … Continue reading →
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