THE JUICE
[enhancement:reach]
[retrival:journalling]
[obsolescence: op-ed]
[reversal:narcissism]
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Homework: Episode 2
Arrrrrrighty! Today, educate yourself about Anarcho-Primitivism. Subscribers to this school of thought point to property, the industrial revolution, and technology and the adoption of tools as the root causes of inequality, injustice, exploitation and human suffering in general. If you start seeing shades of Jean-Jacques Rousseau's "noble savage" in this reading you're not far off, but while Rousseau proposed the Social Contract, Anarcho-Primitivism acolyte and professional Unibomber Theodore Kaczynski wrote the rambling manifesto "Industrial Society and It's Future" (in the third person, nonetheless).





Changing gears quickly from anarchy to commercialism, here's the latest piece of sweet sweet 80's design to get my glands going. The decade of excess brought stock-market peril, Reganomics, the fall of the Berlin Wall and at the decade's close, beach-mulleted raquet jockey Andre Agassi and his signature Nike Air Tech Challenge trainers. Follow the link and have a good look. Bold purple and hot neon accent the structural elements of the shoe without adding any unecessary baggage. Nike has always been good at this sort of integrated form and function. They look oddly familiar; I think I may have rocked a pair of these in my kinder-years, although probably in a sleepy colourway like navy and grey.


Bam.



Finally, today's musical recommendation is the perfect album for spring. The Eels' 2005 double album "Blinking Lights and Other Revelations" is a the ideal companion for a little early April introspection. I've been loving it for almost two years now and this collection of pop gems keeps getting better. "Blinking Lights" could, like most double albums be pared down by a track or two, but as parts of a larger musical statement, each track is indispensible. Together both discs present a beautiful cycle of melancholy, despair, renewal, ammendment and self-actualization.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Homework: Episode 1
First: Learn about the British Indian Ocean Territory of Diego Garcia. It's an internationally contentious horseshoe-shaped atoll just south of my current geographical obsession, the Republic of Maldives. Pay special attention to this.



Today's musical suggestion is the perfect sonic remedy for tha mean case of the February's you're probably trying to shake. "Cape Fear" by Toronto's Germans. I fucking love this CD. It's Sonic Youth and Pavement through the 16bit lens of the console generation. The last three tracks form a totally ball-busting indielectro triad*, the centrepiece of which is the album's most dynamically layered track, the tale of an over-the-hill Street Fighter character who thinks he still has what it takes to run with the kittens ("M. Bison").

Germans - "Cape Fear"

see also:

The Spinto Band - "Nice and Nicely Done"
Slow Runner - "No Disassemble"





*If "Indielectro Triad" is not the name of your next alt-country power trio, you are an oblivious slug and don't know a gift when it's staring you right in the face. You're the type of person who'd walk past a "FREE THREESOME" booth at the mall and be all "well my shoulder is kind of stiff from carrying these bags around all day... I'd better not". You asshole.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
we make a pair of parentheses
The night after the day they were woken from their ancient sleep, we drifted off in a present-day mirror of their last embrace.







You slept so peacefully, nude; as I watched you watching your neurons fire and eyelids flutter I couldn't help but think of those two.







And the two of us, and all of our time.







And that nagging question in the back of our minds.









Where will you be when it happens?







The gears stop turning, the phone stops ringing, the snow stops falling.
The moment when the clock stops, the lights go off, when lines mean nothing and borders even less, and we all put our boots on and walk out of our cities.









There is nothing greater we as a generation can do than face our fear and our future in the eye and fight for our survival. Unknown, untapped resevoirs of bravery must be summoned to live with our plight.









I can't help but return to the two neolithic lovers... In the moment when all hope is lost they turn their backs to the world and say bravery is not found through meeting the eye of the executioner but is found in the eyes of love.





"The sky will be our canopy!"





Happy early Valentines Day to all with the courage in their hearts to fight the future.
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More on the skeletons here.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
ANNOUNCEMENT!!

(please click image to embigen)



I love everyone who comes, but if you don't come, it doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means you're a bad friend or have another commitment.

There really is no need to RSVP, but if you want to it'd be nice... Do it in the comments section or to my email, or call Julia or Dayn or myself.

Bring whoever if they're cool, and BYOB.

Fun for all.
Monday, September 11, 2006
nobody brought cake though
Last night was the extremely successful "2nd Annual 518 Party Formerly Known as the September 11th Party". We really turned our apartment around and have it configured as a properly rockin' pad now (for evidence, please come by), and we decided to open it up.


Jules and I and our new roomie Dayn were outstanding hosts.



Scotty was here to make his last stand before returning to Scotland for another school year. He is seen here sporting his almost-five-months-late custom polo shirt birthday gift from yours truly. Lookin' sharp.


Junior was there, too.

He was actually the first one to show up at like, 8:30, sweating like a man 'cause he just fucking flew here on his skateboard. Although I sort of knew Junior from the blogosphere, I had never met him in person before. It was an event we were both eagerly anticipating. He walked up the stairs into the apartment and Julia greeted him thusly:
"Who are you?"




518 Alumnus Victoria Baltuis made it down from Waterpoo for the event. Victoria lived with us for a couple months last year, before Natty, after the little living room. Dayn just moved into her old room a few days ago.




Warren and Zorana came and got fucking loaded. Diana's friend Vicki was not exactly un-loaded herself.



Starla and Thanh were super pooped from V-Fest all day but they came out for a bit anyway. Kyle was working on two beers but the guy is such a pro two beers is like drinking baby spit for him. Dude gets his trainer to punch him in the face while he's doing situps. Apparently it makes it like, ten times more intense.



Kyle also brought my favourite motherfucker ever, Max! Kyle said that Max told him he "wanted to get fucking wasted" so Kyle had to bring him along! Max is literally a party animal. He licked a lot and ran around a lot. That sketchy little asian guy was really afraid of him.



Sarah Henning graced us with her presence.




Jess and Michelle.


Carla.




It's true, why else would it be on his shirt?



If you've ever had a conversation with Jess, you'll understand what I'm feeling here. And here.




Uh-Oh! Julia got on that thing! Around 12 people pointed and yelled GET OFF THAT THING! I almost cried.



Lana took Calvin and I into the little vanity half-bahroom and had her way with us.




This is what everything started to look like as the night wore on.



Check this out! We tried to look sober and upright for an old-times'-sake kind of nostalgia session. I think Lana has a less-blurry version of this pic. Still heartwarming though.




We kept it going until almost seven in the morning. A couple rounds of disoriented Scattergories and a GET OFF THAT THING! excursion brought us to sunrise.



I woke up to find Junior sleeping in the hallway.



And this invitation on my sunscreen bottle. Mark your calendars now!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
ANNOUNCEMENT!


I love everyone who comes, but if you don't come, it doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means you're a bad friend or have another commitment.

There really is no need to RSVP, but if you want to it'd be nice... Do it in the comments section or to my email, or call Julia or Dayn or myself.

Bring whoever if they're cool, and BYOB.

Fun for all.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
nobody can see us / it's a you-and-me house
"...great place to live, work and play! Shop on our trendy streets, stroll along our scenic waterfront, dine in our restaurants, take in live entertainment in the evenings! For young and old..."

They played a Toronto tourism promotional video on the shuttle bus back downtown from Pearson (XYZ) this morning. I know it hasn't fully sunk in yet, but I can feels some kind of palpable sense of missing something, of nagging absence, forthcoming loneliness.



I took Brie to the airport today. She's gone to Amsterdam for the next four months, where she'll be studying at the Amsterdam Fashion Institute and doing all sorts of Euro things.




It's going to be hard to live without this girl for that long. The five uninterrupted days we spent with each other up north were the best days of the whole summer, of all year really, or even the best of longer than that. She's really amazing and she's such a huge part of my life.




Make your souvenir requests now! I'm going over to visit for two weeks, leaving a month from tomorrow. Dylan wants a menu from a pot cafe. Jess Burley wants a Dutch Mars bar. Admir wants turntables!



The duration of my stay is plotted to ensure that I'll be there for my birthday on Oct.1, and our five-year anniversary on September 23.



08/2001


16/08/2006
miss you love
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
THE INTERVENTION
NEIGHBOUR JIM: Sam? Please, take a seat. We're all here to talk to you about a problem we think you have, that we want to help you with.






SAM: Wha-? This is crazy I don't have a problem-






FRIEND STEVE: It's the Oil, Sam. It's tearing you apart. You're addicted.





NEIGHBOUR JIM: You need to stop. You're using way too much. Every day you're using using using. Some days you just get up and use and sit around all day, completely ignorant of reality.





SAM: That's not true at all, I'm completely fine... Oh, Barbara, not you too!?





BARBARA WIFE: Yes honey, we all agree. It's made you sick - you can hardly breathe; you never exercise and you're getting fat, and... you never have the energy or desire to be intimate with me anymore. All you seem to care about is using Oil and how you're going to get your daily fix.





SAM: Ahhh I can't take this I need some Oil now... where is it...




NEIGHBOUR JIM: You won't find any in your usual stash, Sam. Jesus Christ man, in the garage? Right next to your kids bikes? Right there for them to see what their old man's become? What, did you want your little Chad and Rosie to be like their dad, and get addicted to Oil too? What kind of a message are you sending them, Sam?




ELLEN NEIGHBOUR: And it's eating away at your money Sam. Barbara showed Jim and I your finacial situation. You're very in debt. You've got to kick the Oil. You're spending away your children's future.






YOUR LITTLE CHAD AND ROSIE: Please don't spend away our future. You don't need Oil. We love you without the Oil.





SAM: Oh, Kids... No, I want to, stop, but... I need it. Just a little bit. One last time.




NEIGHBOUR JIM: No, Sam. No more oil.




SAM: Where is it? What did you do with my Oil? I'm getting angry...





FRIEND STEVE: Stay calm, Sam... don't do anything you might regret-




SAM: Don't make me hurt someone! I'll do it! I'll do it!
Monday, June 12, 2006
stink finger
Maybe I'll talk about something... now.

How about that dang trrrrrrism everyone's talking about?
Yeah, that's a popular thing to talk about.


I think very reasonably that these are just some angry kids. We were/are all angry at something around that age in our lives. We targeted our hypothetical lashing out at things that were culturally familiar to us as evil or wrong or in our view, ethically negative. We got angry at presidents, pollution and popular music. It wasn't an influential or even common strain of thought in our socia environment to despise or carry anger towards America the Great Satan, World Bank credit slavery, or Western culture altogether. Not to say for certain that the feelings of these kids in this terrorism situation even extended to that level.

As the world leaves the print age of linearity and enters the electric paradigm of simultaneity, tribalism re-emerges in a big way as a prominent method of social orgainzation. It is primitive but it is infectious and effective, and it is most importantly extremely subtle and covert while nurturing devotion in its members. A great example of the new tribalism is profesisonal sports fans. They grow fiercely aligned and dedicated to their team and draw battle ligns before the fans of their enemies. Fashion and music and pretty much a whole lot of other things are expressions of tribalism.

In a tribal environment, ideologies are very efficiently cultivated; minimization of other influencing forces accellerates this process even more. This is what happened. A couple of guys at the local whatever were circulating some ideas and laying down informed arguments and so some malleable young people got swept up in the anger and romance of it. I can see how it could happen. They took them to play freaking paintball! Awesome! Kind of like when you started doing drugs, hating jocks, being religious/atheistic or stopped eating meat or shopping at the GAP.

I agree with what seems to be the consensus out there, at least from the discussion on Tristan's and Calvin's blogs. There's probably one or two older guys in there who are, if not active extremists, then at least pretty deep into this dangerous dialogue the world is having with America. Maybe it's a kind of intervention on some level.

At any rate it could have been you in their place so I guess be thankful you've been taught to hate corporations and cell-phone plans and way-the-fuck-too-much-packaging and NASCAR and the Yankees.

Hate the Yankees, love fear.