Image: Light At The End Of The PathDecember 31, 2015
Night Music: Next YearDecember 30, 2015
Image: Street Art #11December 29, 2015
Fire On The DriveDecember 28, 2015
There was quite a fire on the Drive early this morning. I was up watching cricket at about two when twitter started mentioning a fire. It quickly became clear it was the apartment building at the southwest corner of Commercial & Kitchener, where an old friend lives.
As the night went on, it seemed to be more of a smoke event than a raging fire; however, today we learn that twenty people are now homeless due to fire and water damage including, presumably, our friend.
There is a lot of retail on the ground floor and I wonder how they have been affected? I’ll check tomorrow and report in the next Changes on The Drive column on Friday.
Night Music: LowdownDecember 28, 2015
Poem: December 31, 2000December 28, 2015
Image: Line #1December 27, 2015
Night Music: Dusty SpringfieldDecember 26, 2015
Imagination Is Not Dead!December 26, 2015
I have worried for a while that with toys these days being more processed, electronicized, commodified, and homogenous that young kids would lose their imaginations to the “attractions” of directed play. I thought this might be particularly true on the very day when most kids in Vancouver are smothered in piles of new toys. I am glad to be proved wrong.
Yesterday, the ever-loving and I went to Tom & Jerry’s on Hastings for Christmas dinner. The food and service were great, and herself could have calamari & salad instead of turkey. This is not to mention the complete avoidance of prep or clean up.
However, the food is not what I am here to report. Tom & Jerry’s (or perhaps it is now Moulin Rouge) has a small dance floor in the middle of the space, along with disco lights that spray a random and moving selection of coloured patterns across the floor. I haven’t seen such a thing for decades.
The restaurant became quite busy, mostly with families with children, Two of these children — separated in time by about twenty minutes, and perhaps 7 or 8 years old — became absolutely transfixed by the coloured lights moving across the floor, the source of which was quite unknown to them. Both kids had grand times trying to stamp on some of the lights as they moved, like a whack-a-mole game. They laughed and shrieked and had a fine time entertaining themselves and many of us watching.
The sheer pleasure they got from a simple experience was a wonder to behold. No plastic, no programming, no cost — just fun.
Image: TriumphalismDecember 25, 2015
Night Music: The Pogues with Kirsty MacCollDecember 24, 2015
The greatest song ever recorded about Christmas Eve.
The Klan’s 150thDecember 24, 2015
Today is the 150th birthday of the original Ku Klux Klan. It was founded by six former soldiers of the Confederate Army in Pulaski, Tennessee. The group had some success (in their terms), using violence and assassinations, against the carpetbagger regimes of the Reconstruction Era. However, the group had largely disappeared by the 1870s.
The second rising of the Klan was inspired by D.W. Griffiths’ 1915 movie, “Birth of a Nation” which glorified the work of the original Klan.
This second Klan was anti-Catholic, anti-Jewish, anti-immigration, and, of course, anti-black. It quickly developed a membership in the millions (including a branch in Saskatchewan) but had faded away by the early 1940s.
The current Klan, was revived in the 1950s as a direct response to the Civil Rights movement. The FBI estimates a current membership of about 5,000 very sick individuals. The Klan is now essential a neo-Nazi organization and they should reasonably be called terrorists.
Image: Buddha SleepsDecember 23, 2015
Night Music: Shine On You Crazy DiamondDecember 22, 2015
The Proper Home For CapitalismDecember 22, 2015
Reason #216 NOT to use FacebookDecember 22, 2015
Because they are censorious philistines:
Previous Reasons NOT to use Facebook.
It Is The Winter SolsticeDecember 22, 2015
Image: And The Trees DancedDecember 21, 2015
Poem: Are We There Yet?December 21, 2015
feeling hot and sweaty and
ridiculous in a suit
— its sole function to establish my
bona fides with the customs officer —
I emerge from an infinitely long
flight of fancy
into a different
remarking that intercontinental travel
evokes the neurotic
in even the most ordinary
Night Music: Itchycoo ParkDecember 20, 2015