February 2, 2011
This cbc link encourages me to watch and listen to discover
- Vancouver 125
- Events that shaped Vancouver’s neighbourhoods
- I am auditory ready and visually attentive, I click and prepare for the events that shaped the street beneath my feet.
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Sorry, we can’t find the page you requested.
- Please check the URL in the address bar, or …
- Use the navigation links at left to explore our site, or …
- Enter a term in the Quick Search box at top, or …
- Visit our site map page
I have taken the decision to step outside into my neighbourhood and speculate on the events that shaped it rather than navigate the cbc webmap which reads “can’t find my way home” (as the song goes.)
February 2, 2011
Mortality
A Frontline investigation into pathologists, perhaps should be subtitled The Dead Don’t Vote or Give Us a Clue.
January 31, 2011
I have just discovered there is no such word as musculature and I have just discovered there is such a word as musculature. Do you trust your dictionary? If at first you dictionary to no one home, always re-dictionary.
musculature
The system or arrangement of muscles in a body, a part of the body, or an organ.
January 31, 2011
Athleta was a Belgian Strong Woman, who was able to lift half a dozen men and an uncomfortable looking barbell up, ensemble.
She also had three daughters who she raised to be Strong Women. They never, however, achieved the same high level of strength as their maman. (Source: Venus With Biceps, David L Chapman and Patricia Vertinsky Arsenal Pulp Press)
January 30, 2011
Waseem
Beautifully articulated. Very moving indeed. Especially the final poem.
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January 28, 2011
Insomnia fog
One of the good things about insomnia is, occasionally, during a bout, a weather event is glimpse-able
I am able to report at 2.14am there is a significant fog event underway in Vancouver.
It has already settled in around the lamp posts and coddled its way over the light, lessening the orange from it significantly.
Would I rather be asleep than making these observations? Perhaps and yet no. I’d rather be asleep with these observations.
January 28, 2011
Our hearts are in Cairo…
“The regime, with the collusion of multinationals, has disabled Internet services in Cairo and other cities to disrupt mobilization and disable the revolution. An electronic siege.” (from Jaddaliyya, click to read Sinan Antoon’s piece)
January 27, 2011
In my current scribbling endeavour I am trying to make clarinet music come out of a flute. It’s a humbling experience, I have to say. No time for deciphering unusual key signatures.
Akin to being a hefty bellied bunny inside a sack, in a race, where a sprint is required.
Did a mention a peculiar lavender coloured sky? Alas it was two weeks ago, but I am only remembering it now.
This evening at gymnastics I completely thrased (typo, but nice medley of thrashed and erased) myself and am sure the muscular protest will be a 7.1. However I came home and examined photographs of what is taking place in Cairo and it wiped all physical reticence from my mind.
The commitment of these people. The images of a single person surrounded by a dome shaped mass of black sticks, truncheons raining on them. One image, in particular, a young man standing solo in front or behind a water cannon, defiant. There was almost a silence he created in his positioning. Something of it hushed all that was taking place beyond, which included a swell of people. The scale of him against that moving machine. It’s an image we’ve seen before in different incarnations and yet each time it reaches me again it produces some kind of instant hush for a few moments. Until again the roar rises.
My partner co-incidentally later read aloud a quote from an art catalogue he was reading that I must seek and note here.