February 2013
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Contemplating the conflicting, heightened, and...
After experiencing the death of someone whom one had a close relationship with there is often an emotional effect of feeling great sorrow and depression followed by a shockingly heightened joy and attentiveness to life. One often feels guilty for the latter. Death can make you profoundly aware of life and all of life in this world is borrowed time, so you feel awakened. Do not feel guilty for...
December 2012
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The day we mooned the helicopter.
When I was in Grade 9, there was a low flying helicopter over the playing fields. We had a substitute PE teacher that day. Being Freshmen boys, we collectively decided to moon the helicopter. It freakin’ landed in the field not far from us. It turned out to be some sort of Army recruiting PR stunt.
We didn’t have pants left on to shit into.
October 2012
2 posts
September 2012
2 posts
How can they love God whom they have not seen?
How can they love God whom they have not seen?
“If a man say, I love the unborn children and careth not for children that are born, he is a liar: for he that careth not for the children around him whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?” - The Venerable Bean. “I’m sorry, Master. I was afraid and I went and hid your dollar in a Swiss Bank account....
August 2012
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June 2012
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LOBOTOMIES FOR ALL!
LOBOTOMIES FOR ALL!
“Don’t ask questions… that’s disrespectful.” - Mr. Bruce Forrest, Bible teacher. 1986. This directive was tersely directed at the class of my 12th Grade Bible class when someone raised their hand and asked a question. This was the year I had begun to reject Fundamentalist-Evangelicalism. GOP of Texas RPT 2012 Platform. “Knowledge-Based Education...
March 2012
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Little House on the Melodramatic Prairie
Sitting in the kitchen area of my studio I began to daydream about the history permeated within my old wood table. I made Easter Eggs on this table, carved pumpkins, did homework, confessed to bad grades, and started every morning at this table. The kitchen dining nook, walls papered with pale blue and white gingham, housed a small twelve inch television. After school cartoons were watched...
January 2012
6 posts
Thou eunuch of language!
In 1791, riled by a recent review that criticised a supposed abundance of “obscure language” and “imperfect grammar” in his poetry, celebrated Scottish poet Robert Burns channelled his anger and wrote the following magnificent letter to the critic responsible. It really is a thing of beauty. (Source: The Works of Robert Burns, Volume 4; Image: Robert Burns, courtesy of...
Ansel Adams on art, friendship, and love.
In 1936, in the midst of an unrelenting workload and the near-demise of his marriage, legendary landscape photographer Ansel Adams suffered a nervous breakdown. After a stay in hospital, desperately in need of escape, Adams then returned with his family to the one place where he could find solace: Yosemite, California. Some months later, as his health returned, he wrote the following...
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In the beginning...
In the beginning the blog was empty and void. And the spirit of the artist hovered over the blog and typed “LET THERE BE A POST!” And the post was articulate, but a bit of a rant. And the artist clicked the button “create post” and it was good. This was the first post. My other blog is strictly for my photography. This will be a place for articulate rants on everything...
