Let's hear it for Ha! Ha!'s today!
Lemme see - can YOU see the difference?
(Source)
All jokes aside... there IS no difference. They're called "Political Animals" :P
And this one....
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Everything In It's Season...
Let's hear it for Ha! Ha!'s today!
Lemme see - can YOU see the difference?
(Source)
All jokes aside... there IS no difference. They're called "Political Animals" :P
And this one....
Monday, July 30, 2007
Got My Own Thing Now
Well! Here's a funny little post to start my day off, right.
Incidentally, I have wisely chosen to listen to the Squirrel Nut Zippers for this session; the album is Hot! and you can buy it here.
Interestingly, the first track gets my frame of mind; the next, my Topic.
Put A Lid On It.
One of the most fascinating things I have realized in the last while is that there can be all kinds of lines in the sand, in our lifetimes. Sometimes, we know those lines to be just markers- a hump in the hill, easily spotted from a distance, with a flag nearby to attract your attention. Sometimes, it takes a great deal of effort to reach the hump, and keep going. And then, you look up, and there's another damn marker.
Sometimes, you get a big marker when you don't expect one... and it takes more of you, the longer you delay just getting over the hump. You can't stand on the hill forever, and forget that you had a hump to get over. Its an deceptively easy choice, friends, to want to just stop, and wait, and forget about the problem because it'll take care of itself.
The choice I made once was alcohol; easily made, not without its dangers, but keeping a low profile among social drinkers isn't too difficult, if you don't attract attention. You see the others who suffer, sometimes; and yet, you have a mirror behind the bar for a reason, I guess. I tried it that way; I've since tried it another, and I got rid of the crutch at my first opportunity, and here's where I talk about it.
In the depths of my cups, I chanced to meet a very old, and dear, friend of mine, by the name of Mark. I'd been on George Street for a while, that night; I'd been evicted from one bar for stealing tips from the overworked barmaids (which, I can tell you, is possibly my moment of greatest shame, if the truth be told) and then, here's this lovely old friend of mine.
One bar, a couple rounds, and the next thing I know, I'm ready for a fight. For the second time in my life, I'm actually looking for a fight, without having considered "Am I willing to commit to the path I chose?" The thing that got me here was my loud mouth, and damned stubborn ignorance. The drug that brought me there was alcohol. Here's one of my oldest, best friends willing to stand me down, for my own good, and I'll be a damned drunk, instead. Damn.
When I was a young man, I remember reading things like Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken with a certain wonder at his ability to inspire me to take one road, over another. This is an essential choice to the character of my being, and I am a curious man, who is most often surprised at what he finds. I also like to laugh.
I can tell you, with 100% certainty, that marijuana is a more effective medication for certain types of depression, and especially for people who have anxieties, and related disorders. The release you get from what is intolerable, day to day bullshit, is astounding if you're also a naturally motivated type of person. That this is a drug that is widely and commonly found WORLDWIDE doesn't astonish me, not in the slightest. That it is far more effective than anything that the pharmaceutical companies might offer (side effects? You're hungry... or maybe horny. A finely balanced energy equation if you combine the two) and, as is so often the case, is so freely available that... my god, is it possible that it couldn't possibly be controlled by the full force of the law (as in tobacco or alcohol) unless that same government taxed it all to HELL and gone to make it "worth their while", to pay for the cost of enforcement?
This is the other kind of line in the sand- THIS is the one where your freedom is at stake, if there is something that you want (and you're better for having) that makes your day to day bullshit OK on the OTHER side of that line, you must cross it, and take the risks that come with going over the line. At least, I Must. I cannot live with myself, as I am, unless I do. I refuse to acknowledge the cosmic joke of my own life without a direct pat on the back by the Joker; this is intolerable to me. With pot, I'm able to cross that line. Without pot, I can still cross the line, now, anyhow. I see the road and I know what it's worth to me.
But if I compare pot to alcohol, based on my own wide experience with both, I'd have to say the lesser of two evils is definitely the pot. If I compared pot to other substances (most of which, I haven't tried), I'd be doing so based on my experiences with other people, with lives of their own, and their own reasons for doing it to themselves. I would not tolerate some of the crutches I have seen; the mirror is a powerful tool, friends.
I think being motivated is something you can learn, to some degree, as well. I can show you that, if you like. I'd also like to mention here, in this place for loose thoughts for specific folks, that I would highly recommend treating pot (the image you have for it, in your head, literally, hold that a sec) as you would a fine blend of tobacco, perhaps one that you'd heard about but never SMOKED. Several of the varieties beyond my current capacity (notably, those from Middle Earth, included) to procure only lead me to look for better tobaccos in general. There are, likewise, varieties of pot that have different effects, so if you don't like being logy... find some different smoke. It's easier for some people that others, that I can tell you.
That I once chose the road WELL traveled is no longer my shame; I had the sense to stop and turn around, no matter how far down the road I was. That there is a shortcut with risks of its own is a tolerable enough fate for me; for (Ezekiel 25:17) the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyrannies of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. (I been sayin' that shit for years, too!)
What I truly believe now, friends, is that the fineness of the line in the sand doesn't mean that it isn't there. Its precisely because I can point to the line, and it can be seen, that separates it from a miracle and a matter of trust. I believe that we routinely ignore the beauty of our situation, and I can show you that line too, if you like.
I might also add, Put A Lid On It is a decent campaign slogan.
Look at the time!! :P
Incidentally, I have wisely chosen to listen to the Squirrel Nut Zippers for this session; the album is Hot! and you can buy it here.
Interestingly, the first track gets my frame of mind; the next, my Topic.
Put A Lid On It.
One of the most fascinating things I have realized in the last while is that there can be all kinds of lines in the sand, in our lifetimes. Sometimes, we know those lines to be just markers- a hump in the hill, easily spotted from a distance, with a flag nearby to attract your attention. Sometimes, it takes a great deal of effort to reach the hump, and keep going. And then, you look up, and there's another damn marker.
Sometimes, you get a big marker when you don't expect one... and it takes more of you, the longer you delay just getting over the hump. You can't stand on the hill forever, and forget that you had a hump to get over. Its an deceptively easy choice, friends, to want to just stop, and wait, and forget about the problem because it'll take care of itself.
The choice I made once was alcohol; easily made, not without its dangers, but keeping a low profile among social drinkers isn't too difficult, if you don't attract attention. You see the others who suffer, sometimes; and yet, you have a mirror behind the bar for a reason, I guess. I tried it that way; I've since tried it another, and I got rid of the crutch at my first opportunity, and here's where I talk about it.
In the depths of my cups, I chanced to meet a very old, and dear, friend of mine, by the name of Mark. I'd been on George Street for a while, that night; I'd been evicted from one bar for stealing tips from the overworked barmaids (which, I can tell you, is possibly my moment of greatest shame, if the truth be told) and then, here's this lovely old friend of mine.
One bar, a couple rounds, and the next thing I know, I'm ready for a fight. For the second time in my life, I'm actually looking for a fight, without having considered "Am I willing to commit to the path I chose?" The thing that got me here was my loud mouth, and damned stubborn ignorance. The drug that brought me there was alcohol. Here's one of my oldest, best friends willing to stand me down, for my own good, and I'll be a damned drunk, instead. Damn.
When I was a young man, I remember reading things like Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken with a certain wonder at his ability to inspire me to take one road, over another. This is an essential choice to the character of my being, and I am a curious man, who is most often surprised at what he finds. I also like to laugh.
I can tell you, with 100% certainty, that marijuana is a more effective medication for certain types of depression, and especially for people who have anxieties, and related disorders. The release you get from what is intolerable, day to day bullshit, is astounding if you're also a naturally motivated type of person. That this is a drug that is widely and commonly found WORLDWIDE doesn't astonish me, not in the slightest. That it is far more effective than anything that the pharmaceutical companies might offer (side effects? You're hungry... or maybe horny. A finely balanced energy equation if you combine the two) and, as is so often the case, is so freely available that... my god, is it possible that it couldn't possibly be controlled by the full force of the law (as in tobacco or alcohol) unless that same government taxed it all to HELL and gone to make it "worth their while", to pay for the cost of enforcement?
This is the other kind of line in the sand- THIS is the one where your freedom is at stake, if there is something that you want (and you're better for having) that makes your day to day bullshit OK on the OTHER side of that line, you must cross it, and take the risks that come with going over the line. At least, I Must. I cannot live with myself, as I am, unless I do. I refuse to acknowledge the cosmic joke of my own life without a direct pat on the back by the Joker; this is intolerable to me. With pot, I'm able to cross that line. Without pot, I can still cross the line, now, anyhow. I see the road and I know what it's worth to me.
But if I compare pot to alcohol, based on my own wide experience with both, I'd have to say the lesser of two evils is definitely the pot. If I compared pot to other substances (most of which, I haven't tried), I'd be doing so based on my experiences with other people, with lives of their own, and their own reasons for doing it to themselves. I would not tolerate some of the crutches I have seen; the mirror is a powerful tool, friends.
I think being motivated is something you can learn, to some degree, as well. I can show you that, if you like. I'd also like to mention here, in this place for loose thoughts for specific folks, that I would highly recommend treating pot (the image you have for it, in your head, literally, hold that a sec) as you would a fine blend of tobacco, perhaps one that you'd heard about but never SMOKED. Several of the varieties beyond my current capacity (notably, those from Middle Earth, included) to procure only lead me to look for better tobaccos in general. There are, likewise, varieties of pot that have different effects, so if you don't like being logy... find some different smoke. It's easier for some people that others, that I can tell you.
That I once chose the road WELL traveled is no longer my shame; I had the sense to stop and turn around, no matter how far down the road I was. That there is a shortcut with risks of its own is a tolerable enough fate for me; for (Ezekiel 25:17) the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyrannies of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. (I been sayin' that shit for years, too!)
What I truly believe now, friends, is that the fineness of the line in the sand doesn't mean that it isn't there. Its precisely because I can point to the line, and it can be seen, that separates it from a miracle and a matter of trust. I believe that we routinely ignore the beauty of our situation, and I can show you that line too, if you like.
I might also add, Put A Lid On It is a decent campaign slogan.
Look at the time!! :P
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Interesting TV
A column for the electronically dependent.
I recently watched a neat show called "Horizons", from Great Britain, where they ultimately discussed the implications of the 11th dimension, as it pertains to grand unifying theories for spacetime. And, as it turns out, the answer leads them to something similar, to this:
If I were to describe how I differentiate between my Head (rational thought) and my Heart (the emotions, and instinctual side) I would have normally tapped my head thrice, and then pounded my chest, perhaps. It occurs to me, now, that I had misplaced my faith, in where my Heart IS. Putting it where it belongs, is what I do, here.
My Head is the left side of my brain. My Heart, is my right. Somewhere in between them, in a confusing clutter (sometimes) of daily events, Big Life Decisions, and just plain moment-to-moment boredom, there is a meeting place where both my bickering voices meet and chat, and therein lies my still, small voice.
It is a painful thing, to go through life with two loud voices in your head. To learn to be rid of the clutter, and meet often, would be a Good Thing... and I can attest to the power of putting your faith THERE. That could easily be mistaken for God, in more ways than you can imagine- for OTHER people have this place, too.
I realized this while musing, or praying, the only way I know how; with a cigarette in one hand, and the moon in my eyes. I'd just started listening to Eminence Front by the Who.
If you can wrap your brains around the SCALE of the cosmic joke of it, it'll give you chills, maybe. :D
Trying to find the link for the specific show. Maybe it's not up on their website yet. If you'd like a peek at the show, drop me an email.
I recently watched a neat show called "Horizons", from Great Britain, where they ultimately discussed the implications of the 11th dimension, as it pertains to grand unifying theories for spacetime. And, as it turns out, the answer leads them to something similar, to this:
If I were to describe how I differentiate between my Head (rational thought) and my Heart (the emotions, and instinctual side) I would have normally tapped my head thrice, and then pounded my chest, perhaps. It occurs to me, now, that I had misplaced my faith, in where my Heart IS. Putting it where it belongs, is what I do, here.
My Head is the left side of my brain. My Heart, is my right. Somewhere in between them, in a confusing clutter (sometimes) of daily events, Big Life Decisions, and just plain moment-to-moment boredom, there is a meeting place where both my bickering voices meet and chat, and therein lies my still, small voice.
It is a painful thing, to go through life with two loud voices in your head. To learn to be rid of the clutter, and meet often, would be a Good Thing... and I can attest to the power of putting your faith THERE. That could easily be mistaken for God, in more ways than you can imagine- for OTHER people have this place, too.
I realized this while musing, or praying, the only way I know how; with a cigarette in one hand, and the moon in my eyes. I'd just started listening to Eminence Front by the Who.
If you can wrap your brains around the SCALE of the cosmic joke of it, it'll give you chills, maybe. :D
Trying to find the link for the specific show. Maybe it's not up on their website yet. If you'd like a peek at the show, drop me an email.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Practical Realities
FYI: I just started a new set of evening gigs at a great venue (and I say that with only a little of my tongue firmly planted in my cheek- the boss is great, the staff is great, and the clients are outstandingly supportive, although maybe ready for a little shakin' up!). The venue is Tols' Time Out Lounge in Mt. Pearl, and here's the schedule:
Thursdays: 12-3 AM, DJ music by request by yours truly.
Saturdays: 6-9:30 PM, Karaoke with yours truly, hosting.
And, the piece de resistance:
Tuesdays: 9 PM - 1 AM, a free-for-all open mic and karaoke experience, again with yours truly. The show's dubbed "Tuesday Night Tunes at Tols' " and it's my baby!
Now, for those of you who've never REALLY been to a karaoke night, I'm extending a warm welcome (and a taste or two of karaoke courage, as they call it) for you to check out a Tuesday sometime. It'll be less heavy on the corny karaoke than you'd think, and I'm actively encouraging all the musicians I can muster to take a peek in sometime and consider spurning the canned music altogether for something far more organic, like a decent open jam. Bring your own instrument and necessary cords; the house system's sweet.
In case that's just not enough to tempt you on a sultry, summer Tuesday evening, I'll also remind you that Tols' holds a regular sit-n-go Hold'Em tourney every Tuesday at about 7 PM; I'll be aiming to attend that first, and starting the show early with a few chosen songs on the guitar. Anyone curious what a few extra years of practice can do to a guitarist?? :P
AND in case karaoke don't float yer boat (or open mic, for that matter), every 4th week will be something much different- a totally new type of bar entertainment for this province, and one which I'm excited to start offering anywhere. That show's particulars will be explained further at the venue; after we run that first show, I'll write more about it here. I can only say that you would be well advised to bring a couple of friends, and preferably ones who are music aficianados.
And, being Tols', I can assure you there's no lack in the SWAG department, by any means. Prizes all over the place (I have to find a good way of GIVING it ALL away... first few weeks will be something like "You sing, here's your prize!" ).
To borrow something from Open Space...
The Law Of Two Feet (or in some cases, The Law of Personal Mobility):
It says simply that you, and only you, know where you can learn and contribute the most to the work that must take place today. It demands that you use your two feet to go where you need to go and do what you need to do. If at any time today, you find that you are not learning or contributing, you have the right and the responsibility to move... find another breakout session, visit the food table, take a walk in the sunshine, make a phone call -- but DO NOT waste time.
(borrowed from http://www.openspaceworld.org/cgi/wiki.cgi?WorkingInOpenSpace )
No time like the present, friends :D
Thursdays: 12-3 AM, DJ music by request by yours truly.
Saturdays: 6-9:30 PM, Karaoke with yours truly, hosting.
And, the piece de resistance:
Tuesdays: 9 PM - 1 AM, a free-for-all open mic and karaoke experience, again with yours truly. The show's dubbed "Tuesday Night Tunes at Tols' " and it's my baby!
Now, for those of you who've never REALLY been to a karaoke night, I'm extending a warm welcome (and a taste or two of karaoke courage, as they call it) for you to check out a Tuesday sometime. It'll be less heavy on the corny karaoke than you'd think, and I'm actively encouraging all the musicians I can muster to take a peek in sometime and consider spurning the canned music altogether for something far more organic, like a decent open jam. Bring your own instrument and necessary cords; the house system's sweet.
In case that's just not enough to tempt you on a sultry, summer Tuesday evening, I'll also remind you that Tols' holds a regular sit-n-go Hold'Em tourney every Tuesday at about 7 PM; I'll be aiming to attend that first, and starting the show early with a few chosen songs on the guitar. Anyone curious what a few extra years of practice can do to a guitarist?? :P
AND in case karaoke don't float yer boat (or open mic, for that matter), every 4th week will be something much different- a totally new type of bar entertainment for this province, and one which I'm excited to start offering anywhere. That show's particulars will be explained further at the venue; after we run that first show, I'll write more about it here. I can only say that you would be well advised to bring a couple of friends, and preferably ones who are music aficianados.
And, being Tols', I can assure you there's no lack in the SWAG department, by any means. Prizes all over the place (I have to find a good way of GIVING it ALL away... first few weeks will be something like "You sing, here's your prize!" ).
To borrow something from Open Space...
The Law Of Two Feet (or in some cases, The Law of Personal Mobility):
It says simply that you, and only you, know where you can learn and contribute the most to the work that must take place today. It demands that you use your two feet to go where you need to go and do what you need to do. If at any time today, you find that you are not learning or contributing, you have the right and the responsibility to move... find another breakout session, visit the food table, take a walk in the sunshine, make a phone call -- but DO NOT waste time.
(borrowed from http://www.openspaceworld.org/cgi/wiki.cgi?WorkingInOpenSpace )
No time like the present, friends :D
Friday, June 29, 2007
June 29, 2007.
Franklin: A Middle English term from the feudal system indicating a free, land-owning gentleman.
Leif: from Norse, "Beloved, descendant."
Benjamin: from Hebrew, "son of my right hand."
Additionally, do you see what happens when you think about a name too much??
I give much thought to the happiness of my children, and what I should do in any number of situations, to do right by them; and then, I dare to dream that they would value the love of their father above all else, as a result! In Frankie's case, an honest oversight leads to a double-whammy of happiness, when he's older enough to understand it, and if that's his gig, baby!
I saw him this morning, his first year on earth having been completed! He woke up, stood up, saw me, smiled, and spoke with effort, if not ability! And then held up his arms to me, to claim his due!! I was the first thing I wanted him to see, on this particular day of the year, 2 years running.
He sprawled onto the bed, between me and his big sister, and we softly sung happy birthday to him while we tickled his nose, made funny faces, and other tomfoolery suitable of a birthday party. He loves to laugh. He laid on my arm in a way Abigail never did... but never wanted to, either. He sprawled on me; he was totally comfortable, and started to snooze back to sleep. He throws his arm up sometimes; and when he does, I am reminded of my own father, dozing in bed on a sunday morning.
Moving with confidence; mimicking behaviour and showing a taste for rythym!! I don't care about the age he is... its my SON!! If it takes him 20 years to play any instrument well, I'd be there every day to help him become that which he wants to be, or I'd leave him alone as alone would do, if that's his gig, baby.
How great a day could a man ask for? How much more can he give to his son, on his birthday, but that he wished their moments together would be remembered in eternity? How about a secret, deep, burning passion to communicate to "my son, I love you"; so deep that I will bury the meaning in his name, for him to discover and to KNOW it to be true, because his father always showed him.
And I, foolishly being surprised that having always showed him, as I always wanted to do, that he loves me for it, even at 1; and me, betting on him "getting it" about his name, is a pretty safe bet.
Pictures on the way.
Leif: from Norse, "Beloved, descendant."
Benjamin: from Hebrew, "son of my right hand."
Additionally, do you see what happens when you think about a name too much??
I give much thought to the happiness of my children, and what I should do in any number of situations, to do right by them; and then, I dare to dream that they would value the love of their father above all else, as a result! In Frankie's case, an honest oversight leads to a double-whammy of happiness, when he's older enough to understand it, and if that's his gig, baby!
I saw him this morning, his first year on earth having been completed! He woke up, stood up, saw me, smiled, and spoke with effort, if not ability! And then held up his arms to me, to claim his due!! I was the first thing I wanted him to see, on this particular day of the year, 2 years running.
He sprawled onto the bed, between me and his big sister, and we softly sung happy birthday to him while we tickled his nose, made funny faces, and other tomfoolery suitable of a birthday party. He loves to laugh. He laid on my arm in a way Abigail never did... but never wanted to, either. He sprawled on me; he was totally comfortable, and started to snooze back to sleep. He throws his arm up sometimes; and when he does, I am reminded of my own father, dozing in bed on a sunday morning.
Moving with confidence; mimicking behaviour and showing a taste for rythym!! I don't care about the age he is... its my SON!! If it takes him 20 years to play any instrument well, I'd be there every day to help him become that which he wants to be, or I'd leave him alone as alone would do, if that's his gig, baby.
How great a day could a man ask for? How much more can he give to his son, on his birthday, but that he wished their moments together would be remembered in eternity? How about a secret, deep, burning passion to communicate to "my son, I love you"; so deep that I will bury the meaning in his name, for him to discover and to KNOW it to be true, because his father always showed him.
And I, foolishly being surprised that having always showed him, as I always wanted to do, that he loves me for it, even at 1; and me, betting on him "getting it" about his name, is a pretty safe bet.
Pictures on the way.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I Wonder if Leech and Lechery are somehow related...?
I am willing to go on the record and say that I think Chuck Bursell (Watch 100 Huntley Street, if you dare... MWAHAHAHA) is an ass beyond comprehension. I regard him as I would regard a mosquito with pretensions of spiritual powers; that he dare open his mouth and speak in direct contradiction of himself, to browbeat people like you and I into accepting whatever it is he has to say, is intolerable to me. We mildly call this a "guilt trip"; This man extorts you, and when he succeeds he makes you agree with him.
He looks like Walter Matthau- but yesterday he sounded like Hitler. I cannot be certain of the last part of his couple of minutes; after he blasted Dr. Spock, he proceeded to denounce self-expression and self-determination as the ultimate evil values of all time, and then... I just kinda... shrugged. In the face of eternity, what's 60 seconds of this guy's hot air, hey?
"Oh well... its PAID TV programming, who am I to stop it, really... and Gee, I wonder who paid for it?" At the time, Iggy Pop was just saying, "Well, that's like hyp-no-tizin' chickens...", in my ears, at 90 decibels.
Seriously; just becuz this guy's got the balls to be that bold-faced a bluffer, it's a small comfort: his pants are down... and he's the mosquito.
He looks like Walter Matthau- but yesterday he sounded like Hitler. I cannot be certain of the last part of his couple of minutes; after he blasted Dr. Spock, he proceeded to denounce self-expression and self-determination as the ultimate evil values of all time, and then... I just kinda... shrugged. In the face of eternity, what's 60 seconds of this guy's hot air, hey?
"Oh well... its PAID TV programming, who am I to stop it, really... and Gee, I wonder who paid for it?" At the time, Iggy Pop was just saying, "Well, that's like hyp-no-tizin' chickens...", in my ears, at 90 decibels.
Seriously; just becuz this guy's got the balls to be that bold-faced a bluffer, it's a small comfort: his pants are down... and he's the mosquito.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Just In Time
Here's an opportune moment, deserving of a goodly squeeze of the proverbial, 2-thumbed fist.
On the left-hand side at present is the following news article. It won't be visible there (perhaps) by the time you read this, but click that link and follow.
Understand me, now; I cannot begin to explain to any of you (who read this) what this story means to me, although not perhaps in the way that many of you are perhaps wondering with all this setup. I am not gay- but I am intimately aware of this issue, and how long it has been going on in the good ol' C-o-E. There was a time (12 years!) that I took the podium (May, 1995) before that same General Synod, and spoke with conviction against the same motion, one of many participants in a lengthy debate.
To simply say that I would do differently, now, knowing what I do, believing what I do, understanding what I do, isn't even close to sufficient; but maybe not in the way that you think I mean, either.
I am unreservedly admitting that my whole answer to this, and other problems in the Anglican Church of Canada (or worldwide), was a whole-hearted SHRUG... what does it matter? (If there ever was a time I identified with John Galt, holy shit, it's now!)
I believe now (and I believed it then, the truth be told; I didn't realize the implications) that there's an awfully big contradiction somewhere, and over time I began to see why I believed it so strongly; for starters, I didn't think it was appropriate, somehow, for fear and intimidation to be the motivating factor behind any action (especially, one would think, in a CHURCH) but yet the only recourse for either side of the issue was ... lobbying. $$$ means hearts, hearts mean votes. Fear doesn't appeal to your intellect. Or does it??
I find it morally reprehensible, telling people what they should believe- and don't think about it, because its for your own good, or else. But yet, that's the solution for the divided church, isn't it? Allow me to point out to you- read those words again and understand, I recognized that whatever it was that I found reprehensible about the other side, my own side was just as guilty of it.
But that is just the beginning.... isn't that the problem of the church, this last century or so?? Such is your fate when you have nagging doubt, and an inquisitive mind, condemned to find out where your faulty premises are. Dry humor, yes; true for me? YES. Am I happier now, knowing it? Hell Ya!
From time to time, I dare to hope and dream that I will be part of a generation which will be remembered as more than a footnote in the pages of history. The youngest of our generation, those (now) young adults who were young kids when Pearl Jam released "Ten".... they're the ones who tell you, when confronted with an obvious flashly, promise the moon advertisement, "That's just marketing!" (and, here's a funny co-inky-dink, I heard that claimed by Terry O'Reilly, and THEN it happened to me, this past week).
Damn right it is, kids!! Damned, if its not! They already know when they're being fleeced, or fattened!!
Critical thinkers, emerging as if by chance; "we" were named "Generation-X" for recognizing no future, having no vision, being nihilistic and so forth... and brother, if you were to ask me what THAT (roll your eyes, like you're 60) means, I'd say, you'd better start reading Stranger In A Strange Land.
On the left-hand side at present is the following news article. It won't be visible there (perhaps) by the time you read this, but click that link and follow.
Understand me, now; I cannot begin to explain to any of you (who read this) what this story means to me, although not perhaps in the way that many of you are perhaps wondering with all this setup. I am not gay- but I am intimately aware of this issue, and how long it has been going on in the good ol' C-o-E. There was a time (12 years!) that I took the podium (May, 1995) before that same General Synod, and spoke with conviction against the same motion, one of many participants in a lengthy debate.
To simply say that I would do differently, now, knowing what I do, believing what I do, understanding what I do, isn't even close to sufficient; but maybe not in the way that you think I mean, either.
I am unreservedly admitting that my whole answer to this, and other problems in the Anglican Church of Canada (or worldwide), was a whole-hearted SHRUG... what does it matter? (If there ever was a time I identified with John Galt, holy shit, it's now!)
I believe now (and I believed it then, the truth be told; I didn't realize the implications) that there's an awfully big contradiction somewhere, and over time I began to see why I believed it so strongly; for starters, I didn't think it was appropriate, somehow, for fear and intimidation to be the motivating factor behind any action (especially, one would think, in a CHURCH) but yet the only recourse for either side of the issue was ... lobbying. $$$ means hearts, hearts mean votes. Fear doesn't appeal to your intellect. Or does it??
I find it morally reprehensible, telling people what they should believe- and don't think about it, because its for your own good, or else. But yet, that's the solution for the divided church, isn't it? Allow me to point out to you- read those words again and understand, I recognized that whatever it was that I found reprehensible about the other side, my own side was just as guilty of it.
But that is just the beginning.... isn't that the problem of the church, this last century or so?? Such is your fate when you have nagging doubt, and an inquisitive mind, condemned to find out where your faulty premises are. Dry humor, yes; true for me? YES. Am I happier now, knowing it? Hell Ya!
From time to time, I dare to hope and dream that I will be part of a generation which will be remembered as more than a footnote in the pages of history. The youngest of our generation, those (now) young adults who were young kids when Pearl Jam released "Ten".... they're the ones who tell you, when confronted with an obvious flashly, promise the moon advertisement, "That's just marketing!" (and, here's a funny co-inky-dink, I heard that claimed by Terry O'Reilly, and THEN it happened to me, this past week).
Damn right it is, kids!! Damned, if its not! They already know when they're being fleeced, or fattened!!
Critical thinkers, emerging as if by chance; "we" were named "Generation-X" for recognizing no future, having no vision, being nihilistic and so forth... and brother, if you were to ask me what THAT (roll your eyes, like you're 60) means, I'd say, you'd better start reading Stranger In A Strange Land.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Sunday Morning, Coming Down...
...which is a joke at least 1 day in the making. Fear me. :)
In related news:
I've got at least a week's worth of dedicated work sitting here on my desk, now (and muchas gracias for the kind referral, unnamed benefactor!) and I'm actively looking for more as the days and nights march steadily onward.
As mentioned below, yesterday: I've got a cartoon concept or three that I've been sitting on for far too long. One of them involves a collaborative effort with a bud I have waaaay up-a-long (as we say) but with whom I share a mutual and passionate interest in all things computer, computer gaming, and other related items such as life, and having babies. Conversations between us are generally marked with biting sarcasm, informed cynicism, and flagrant fanboy-ism. A discussion he and I had a few days ago has spontaneously generated into something greater; the scripts and characters are developing. I'm of two minds whether or not to post the actual contents of the discussion here, since (being public) it's liable to be stolen and called someone else's; definitely not cool. Discretion, then, will serve as the better part of "entertaining" for the time being... and watch for the 'toon / strip.
Mr. Tambourine Man
No gigs or anything to tell about, yesterday evening; just a well-deserved relax, and advance planning for other events coming down the pipe. Any and all announcements of gigs for I, or Alter Ego, will be kept current, here. This includes 'Net radio stream informations for gigs, either taped or live. More info on specific bands I play with can be found here and here.
(It occurs to me that Alter Ego is a hell of a name for a band, let alone a computer game.)
In related news:
I've got at least a week's worth of dedicated work sitting here on my desk, now (and muchas gracias for the kind referral, unnamed benefactor!) and I'm actively looking for more as the days and nights march steadily onward.
As mentioned below, yesterday: I've got a cartoon concept or three that I've been sitting on for far too long. One of them involves a collaborative effort with a bud I have waaaay up-a-long (as we say) but with whom I share a mutual and passionate interest in all things computer, computer gaming, and other related items such as life, and having babies. Conversations between us are generally marked with biting sarcasm, informed cynicism, and flagrant fanboy-ism. A discussion he and I had a few days ago has spontaneously generated into something greater; the scripts and characters are developing. I'm of two minds whether or not to post the actual contents of the discussion here, since (being public) it's liable to be stolen and called someone else's; definitely not cool. Discretion, then, will serve as the better part of "entertaining" for the time being... and watch for the 'toon / strip.
Mr. Tambourine Man
No gigs or anything to tell about, yesterday evening; just a well-deserved relax, and advance planning for other events coming down the pipe. Any and all announcements of gigs for I, or Alter Ego, will be kept current, here. This includes 'Net radio stream informations for gigs, either taped or live. More info on specific bands I play with can be found here and here.
(It occurs to me that Alter Ego is a hell of a name for a band, let alone a computer game.)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Wacky Link o' the Week
Funny, in oh-so-many ways, esp. in this whacked-out PC world.
Brokeback Mountain: Christian Edition
Just when you thought it was safe to stop talking about this movie. ; )
Brokeback Mountain: Christian Edition
Just when you thought it was safe to stop talking about this movie. ; )
Saturday Morning, Sitting Down
***YAWNS***
Well, a successful (enough) evening listed below; I must admit, though, I didn't get a chance to post that darn thing re: Paddy's Day until 5 minutes ago, due to some minor arse-up in Blogger 2 nights ago. Oh well, no matter. :P
On the Day's Agenda:
ITEM #1
Concurrent to previous items posted below, I've recently been adding Johnny Cash songs to my repertoire. Not always played in the STYLE of Cash, but Cash songs, nonetheless.
ITEM #2
I've recently re-discovered the Illustrious and Free online multiplayer FPS, Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory, which had been planned as an expansion to RTCW a while back, but subsequently released as a free, standalone version of the game for Multiplayer only. No bots, no single-player story; just a lot of teamwork and WW2 ass-kickin'.
The most interesting part of this game (arguable) is that it has room to be modded FURTHER. In fact, small and large mods have been released for the past 2 years at least, and some of them are beginning to reach a state of gaming nirvana, IMHO. I'm recommending True Combat: Elite as one of those mods. If you're up for a game or more, message me (larrylooch@gmail.com) via email or googletalk, and we'll do lunch.... at 25 paces.
ITEM #3
Funny and Interesting ideas for cartoon panels have been occurring to me, lately. As a result, I'm taking extensive notes on characters and story ideas. If and when anything comes of these, I'll be making announcements on this blog, but they'll be posted here, first. Keep yer eyes open, Luh!
ITEM #4
Mentioning ESR's site the other day wasn't a chance occurrence; I've long been a fan of his writing, especially since I unreservedly share many of his views on politics and personal freedoms. I think in my admittedly Canadian experience, we have lost (assuming we ever had) an appreciation for the ideas and ideals behind true responsible government, namely, governing your world, for yourself, and no-one else (with the rights and responsibilities it entails). I truly feel that my life's experience, as a newfoundlander, has led me to this belief (call it an overdeveloped appreciation) and in my least generous moments, I have to accord the quebecois the same innate sense and appreciation for the fragile flower they hold. There is a canadian libertarian party and many provincial ones; there is none here in my province, but I'm interested in meeting others of the same political persuasion. Contact info was above.... :P
ITEM #5
Perhaps at odds (well, there's a connection... you'd have to REALLY dig into the following recommended artist to see why, I think) with ITEM #4, I've also been re-introducing myself to the works of U. Utah Philips, a living legend in his own time, and one of the last stunning survivors of the hobo days long gone in the continental US of A. He's not much for pigeonholing and classification for its sake alone (that smacks of the Man, for gods sake) but he applies a lot of terms to himself, perhaps in an attempt to translate the language that is Utah for the benefit of the rest of us, poor poor "marks" that we are. Just remember: anarchy isn't just nihilism, politically speaking. ; )
With that, I move we adjourn for more coffee and some light web-browsing
(and perhaps, TC:E!!)
Until later, my droogs.
Well, a successful (enough) evening listed below; I must admit, though, I didn't get a chance to post that darn thing re: Paddy's Day until 5 minutes ago, due to some minor arse-up in Blogger 2 nights ago. Oh well, no matter. :P
On the Day's Agenda:
ITEM #1
Concurrent to previous items posted below, I've recently been adding Johnny Cash songs to my repertoire. Not always played in the STYLE of Cash, but Cash songs, nonetheless.
- Folsom Prison Blues (+ Ballroom Blitz by the Sweet)
- Long Black Veil (a la the Band; Cash's version's nice, but not near dour enough)
- Cocaine Blues, added by popular request during gig evenings.
ITEM #2
I've recently re-discovered the Illustrious and Free online multiplayer FPS, Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory, which had been planned as an expansion to RTCW a while back, but subsequently released as a free, standalone version of the game for Multiplayer only. No bots, no single-player story; just a lot of teamwork and WW2 ass-kickin'.
The most interesting part of this game (arguable) is that it has room to be modded FURTHER. In fact, small and large mods have been released for the past 2 years at least, and some of them are beginning to reach a state of gaming nirvana, IMHO. I'm recommending True Combat: Elite as one of those mods. If you're up for a game or more, message me (larrylooch@gmail.com) via email or googletalk, and we'll do lunch.... at 25 paces.
ITEM #3
Funny and Interesting ideas for cartoon panels have been occurring to me, lately. As a result, I'm taking extensive notes on characters and story ideas. If and when anything comes of these, I'll be making announcements on this blog, but they'll be posted here, first. Keep yer eyes open, Luh!
ITEM #4
Mentioning ESR's site the other day wasn't a chance occurrence; I've long been a fan of his writing, especially since I unreservedly share many of his views on politics and personal freedoms. I think in my admittedly Canadian experience, we have lost (assuming we ever had) an appreciation for the ideas and ideals behind true responsible government, namely, governing your world, for yourself, and no-one else (with the rights and responsibilities it entails). I truly feel that my life's experience, as a newfoundlander, has led me to this belief (call it an overdeveloped appreciation) and in my least generous moments, I have to accord the quebecois the same innate sense and appreciation for the fragile flower they hold. There is a canadian libertarian party and many provincial ones; there is none here in my province, but I'm interested in meeting others of the same political persuasion. Contact info was above.... :P
ITEM #5
Perhaps at odds (well, there's a connection... you'd have to REALLY dig into the following recommended artist to see why, I think) with ITEM #4, I've also been re-introducing myself to the works of U. Utah Philips, a living legend in his own time, and one of the last stunning survivors of the hobo days long gone in the continental US of A. He's not much for pigeonholing and classification for its sake alone (that smacks of the Man, for gods sake) but he applies a lot of terms to himself, perhaps in an attempt to translate the language that is Utah for the benefit of the rest of us, poor poor "marks" that we are. Just remember: anarchy isn't just nihilism, politically speaking. ; )
With that, I move we adjourn for more coffee and some light web-browsing
(and perhaps, TC:E!!)
Until later, my droogs.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy Paddy's Day!
For those in the know:
Kelly's Pub, 12 noon to 5 PM, featurin' my alter ego. This is a live, 5 hour set of Irish (and similarly flavoured) music, in honour of St. Patrick's Day and all. In the later PM, I've also been booked to appear UPSTAIRS at Kelly's from 7 PM onward. That's a special, just-added second show, not 5 hours, not all Irish (I presume) and more of the by-request feeling. ; )
Kelly's Pub, 12 noon to 5 PM, featurin' my alter ego. This is a live, 5 hour set of Irish (and similarly flavoured) music, in honour of St. Patrick's Day and all. In the later PM, I've also been booked to appear UPSTAIRS at Kelly's from 7 PM onward. That's a special, just-added second show, not 5 hours, not all Irish (I presume) and more of the by-request feeling. ; )
Thursday, March 16, 2006
I Could Write a Novel, But...
...if this is difficult to read, use CTRL + + to see stuff easier (and assuming, of course, you're using Firefox.
So I dunno where to begin, even. I stopped blogging for a day, and it turned into months. Such is life, yes indeed.
I have too much to add at once, and its not exactly pleasant reading, so: A fresh start, a new stylesheet, and perhaps I'll even start learning to code the beggars.
I've also been spending mucho-time on Eric S. Raymond's blog for my own good. The next thing you know, I'll give it all up for politics.
The Joys Of Modern Life, continued at some later date.
So I dunno where to begin, even. I stopped blogging for a day, and it turned into months. Such is life, yes indeed.
I have too much to add at once, and its not exactly pleasant reading, so: A fresh start, a new stylesheet, and perhaps I'll even start learning to code the beggars.
I've also been spending mucho-time on Eric S. Raymond's blog for my own good. The next thing you know, I'll give it all up for politics.
The Joys Of Modern Life, continued at some later date.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
The Weekend Updates
G'Day, one and all;
So, as written below re- Groundhog Day, yet another week passes by (this one with strict assurances at every juncture "This will be the absolute last delay, of all... no more delays.") and a new date is set for... You guessed it.... Tuesday. With no more delays, attached.
Whatever.
In better news, last night's gig mentioned below went extremely well, mostly due to an opportune appearance by a buddy of mine, whom I've sung with periodically, but not much in the past 2 years. I had a little advance warning that he would be showing up, and so I prepared accordingly... mostly with selections of the type and genres listed in the previous post. Suffice it to say, "Pour Some Sugar On Me" went over quite, quite well. I do believe me and he will have to try, once again, to get something more substantial on the go, in terms of some regular gigs together. It was really, really awesome.
I have had family visiting for the past few weeks, and so its been a bit hectic around the house as we go from task to task, event to event, and so forth. I'm really looking forward to kicking back and doing SFA tomorrow.
More gigging tonight. Its karaoke and various other past-times for me tonight, but I do believe I'll be bringing my guitar for kicks. If and when the mood strikes me, I may even record a little.
So, as written below re- Groundhog Day, yet another week passes by (this one with strict assurances at every juncture "This will be the absolute last delay, of all... no more delays.") and a new date is set for... You guessed it.... Tuesday. With no more delays, attached.
Whatever.
In better news, last night's gig mentioned below went extremely well, mostly due to an opportune appearance by a buddy of mine, whom I've sung with periodically, but not much in the past 2 years. I had a little advance warning that he would be showing up, and so I prepared accordingly... mostly with selections of the type and genres listed in the previous post. Suffice it to say, "Pour Some Sugar On Me" went over quite, quite well. I do believe me and he will have to try, once again, to get something more substantial on the go, in terms of some regular gigs together. It was really, really awesome.
I have had family visiting for the past few weeks, and so its been a bit hectic around the house as we go from task to task, event to event, and so forth. I'm really looking forward to kicking back and doing SFA tomorrow.
More gigging tonight. Its karaoke and various other past-times for me tonight, but I do believe I'll be bringing my guitar for kicks. If and when the mood strikes me, I may even record a little.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Get Your Freak On Fridays
Greetings,
Another day, still no dollars. Such is life.
On the plus side of the equation, Friday's marks the beginning of the working weekend for this Looch. Work = music, either live, acoustic style sets in comfortable, cozy environs, or as a roving host for a karaoke show here in my town. Times are good; the repertoire continues to expand, as do the crowds of adoring regulars.
There's a band I know (I used to play with 75% of its members, back in "the day") who describe their own adoring fans as "children of the 80's". This distinction really hadn't sunk into my thick skull until long after the fact, perhaps due to some chemical imbalance or another. The eternal truth that these fine gents have discovered, and are readily capitalizing on, is really rather simple: as much as we don't like to admit it, even the music we didn't much like during our formative years has been ingrained in us, in an amazingly persistant way. I mean, come on; who in their right mind will say that they really do enjoy the collected works of Def Leppard? (One age-old joke I know goes thusly: What's got 9 arms, and sucks?)
That being said, I heard the aforementioned band one night, not too long ago, and without a doubt, the most stirring, exciting, and audience-response-inducing selections they played was "Pour Some Sugar on Me", in an acoustic style. Couple guitars, a bass, a tambourine, and a lot of voices: what a wonderful frickin' arrangement!! In search of that particular track one evening, I found out that STP ALSO performs this song, featuring much the same fare, albeit with a decidedly familiar groove (its almost a New York groove, almost!). The eternal truth continues to dawn upon the minds of us children of the 80's... Its not dead yet, nor does it truly suck.
Here's really my first call for feedback, then: what songs would you consider "essential" to the 80's - mid 90's rock/alternative experience? My short list would have to include:
- Mr. Brownstone, G n' R, from Appetite for Destruction; also
- Used to Love Her, from G n' R Lies (the acousitic R side!)
- Jeremy, from Pearl Jam's debut "Ten"
- Down Under, by Men at Work
- More than Words, by Extreme
- Hunger Strike, by Temple of the Dog
- We're Not Going to Take It, by Twisted Sister
- Walk LIke an Egyptian, by the Bangles. (Really rather cool when 5 guys do a cover of it)
- For you Canadians out there, anything by the Tragically Hip. And I mean, anything.
- Anything from the soundtrack for the movie "Cocktail"... just check it out and see.
Enough rambling on from me. Anyone has song selections that make the cut for kids of the 80's, feel free to add 'em here. Hell, I'll even learn, record and post the muthas if there's response. ;)
Thursday, October 06, 2005
What Does the Term "Groundhog Day" Mean To You?
Salut!
A cryptic beginning for the day, hey? Ever watch the film Groundhog Day, possibly Bill Murray's greatest remembered role ever, next to the whacked out dude from Caddyshack, or perhaps his ghost-butt-kicking playboy role in Ghostbusters? The executive summary for Groundhog Day is simple: a journalist gets caught in a surreal world where Groundhog Day happens day after day, and no matter what happens or what he does, he'll wake up the next day, the calender not having advanced, and have to do it all again.
This particular film has taken on a good deal more meaning to me in the last few months. Why? you ask (or perhaps not... I've no idea if there's anyone even reading this), why would you say this type of space-time continuum conundrum has personal meaning for you?
The answer is simple: I've been involved in my own personal Groundhog Day for a period of days, weeks, and now months, waiting for an event to happen (the proverbial "Tomorrow!") and which has been continually assured to be, in all actuality, "Tomorrow". Just take a moment, and let me paint you a picture.
Imagine you have a very, very good idea; something that is worth a certain amount of money, something that is fairly big, in terms of scale and exposure. Imagine that this idea could possibly mean long-term employment, and a more comfortable life, provided you put in a bit of hard work in the meantime. Imagine that you take this idea as far as you can on your own resources, and having made it moderately successful, decide to take it to the next level. Imagine that you pitch your idea to the right people, through the right channels, and it is well received.
"Don't worry," they tell you, "This is a terribly good idea, and we are happy to help you take this to the next level, immediately and forthwith."
And then, you ask them: "When will you start helping me?"
"Tomorrow."
And tomorrow. And tomorrow. Ad nauseum.
I have, I can tell you, spent the last 5 months hearing "Tomorrow" on a daily basis. This has generally meant every day has been a series of missed deadlines, unanswered phonecalls, non-existent meetings, and press conferences that I am very well prepared for, but which never happen.
Words cannot describe the surreality of it. My day (used to) begin with an early rise, in preparation for a meeting between the hours of 9 and 11 AM. The inevitable phonecall comes in at 11:30, when I find out that the meeting has been rescheduled for somewhere between 2 and 4 PM (and never happens). After Wednesdays, it's a toss up between "It'll be tomorrow, sorry for the delay" and "Monday next week, I promise you, this is the final date." After a couple of months, you begin to wonder "Gosh, is it possible this is all a bad dream?" and you begin to wonder "Is it possible my dwindling bank account will become critically low before this actually comes to pass??"
And that is exactly what comes of it. You're forced to postpone the dream idea, the moonshot, that idea which got you out of bed on all of those mornings and look for another job. I never would have gone so long without steady employment, but for a continual chorus of "Tomorrow!!" egging me on to further self-destruction and financial ruin; and what do you tell a prospective employer?
"Says here on your resume, Looch, you've been self-employed for the last couple of years; what kinds of things were you doing?"
"That's a good question, Mr. The Man, I'm actually waiting for an answer, its due 'Tomorrow!', I may not actually be able to work for you, should I get this position."
:rolleyes:
All fine and dandy, I suppose. Do you know, I started to write this column this morning (at work, my new job, with an understanding employer who knows part of the reason I hold onto a dream of 'Tomorrow!' and what part of the hold-ups are; it is now 11:30 PM local, 12 hours later) and ended up spending the day in meetings which got postponed, on a day when the cheque announcing the beginning of the launch of the dream idea was due, and when the dusk settles, guess when the cheque will actually be forthcoming?
Tomorrow.
I swear, I have heard that chorus so much since May, I am strongly considering running away and joining a Broadway cast for a production of "Annie!"
The moral of my story, for anyone who cares to listen: use invectives early and frequently when your prospective partners use too much "Tomorrow". You have nothing to lose.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Unveiling the Looch in us all.
If I Could Choose an Avatar Here and Now, what would it be?So,
D'ya know, most of my blog experience (to date) has been pretty limited, as these things go. I can't say that I've ever really followed a blog for long (Wil Wheaton's maybe being the exception to that...) and mostly, I've avoided getting into the whole zeitgeist of the blog culture.
It seems my online time has really been reserved for a few other boring and otherwise repetitive tasks, like hours online on mIRC, or perhaps a couple games (read: 4 hours) of the latest versions of Unreal Tournament. These things too shall pass: I started working (lately) for a local tech support company, and wouldn't you know it, spending 8-10 hours daily in front of other people's computer tends to take the glamour off of spending 4-6 hours every evening in front of your own.
In the meantime, something that is undeniably alluring about blogs in particular is the raw, exposed nature of the artform (can I call it that?) especially in today's computer culture, where we're constantly being told "Hide your identity! Protect yourself! Download this or that virus scanner/spybot killer!"; and yet, the largest growing usage for the 'Net (check your local ISP provider...) is making provisions for consumers to be able to blog from home with little or no hassle.
Case in point: I hit Google.ca this morning to check the news, and lo and behold!! "Start your blog with Blogger: it's easy, customizable and free."
And here I am. Another one bites the dust.
As I was saying, the culture of secrecy and security continues to bombard us all from one side, while on the other, a counter-culture gains strength by making the innermost thoughts of anyone and everyone readily available on the 'Net. What would YOU rather have protected? Your PC from popups, or your most guarded thoughts and feelings? Strikes me funny, though entirely understandable. I guess the word anonymity really sums it up, eh?
A Little About Looch
Age: Undetermined, it matters not.
Sex: Male.
Geographic Location: If there's a bright center of the universe, I'm in the Canadian Province it seems farthest from. In short, Newfoundland and Labrador.
Enough for now: other people's computers beckon me, and the day is yet a fetus. I look forward to writing more at some later date...
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