I was thinking the other day that I have photographed this spot a bunch of times over the years. Whenever I cross the McQuesten High Level Bridge, I have to stop to admire the view, and invariably snap a few shots. Looking back at some of them, it struck me how different they all look. Different times of year and times of day. Some different angles as well.
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Saturday, 21 July 2012
S.o.t.D. - Kairo (Carl Craig Remix) – Spacetime Continuum
Kairo (Carl Craig Remix) – Spacetime Continuum
Another of those tracks that I had on a mix tape that got chewed up or lent to someone never to be returned, and the memory of it slipped my mind. Stumbled across it again. Joy. One of those seemingly simple techno tracks - stomping bass, snappy drums, a catchy melody - and super fun to burn a few calories to on the floor.
Another of those tracks that I had on a mix tape that got chewed up or lent to someone never to be returned, and the memory of it slipped my mind. Stumbled across it again. Joy. One of those seemingly simple techno tracks - stomping bass, snappy drums, a catchy melody - and super fun to burn a few calories to on the floor.
Friday, 20 July 2012
S.o.t.D. - The Paris Match – The Style Council (Feat Tracey Thorn)
The Paris Match – The Style Council (Feat Tracey Thorn)
Never paid that much attention to Style Council (I already pay attention to way too much music. Something worthwhile is bound to slip through.) Apparently this is from 1984’s Café Bleu, (My Ever Changing Moods in the US), and also features a version with Paul Weller singing. But I love EBTG and Tracey’s voice, so I’ll go with this very smooth version.
Never paid that much attention to Style Council (I already pay attention to way too much music. Something worthwhile is bound to slip through.) Apparently this is from 1984’s Café Bleu, (My Ever Changing Moods in the US), and also features a version with Paul Weller singing. But I love EBTG and Tracey’s voice, so I’ll go with this very smooth version.
Bibliophilia: Light at the Edge of the World: A Journey Through the Realm of Vanishing Cultures by Wade Davis
Light at the Edge of the World: A Journey Through the Realm of Vanishing Cultures – Wade Davis
Some of the text in here I recognized from some of his other work, the earlier Clouded Leopard and the later published, but previously read Massey Lecture inspired book, The Wayfinders. Given that he is as distinguished as he is, and that I love his writing style and that it fuels my interest in anthropology, I will happily overlook his copying of his own work.
A few paragraphs that end the book:
Some of the text in here I recognized from some of his other work, the earlier Clouded Leopard and the later published, but previously read Massey Lecture inspired book, The Wayfinders. Given that he is as distinguished as he is, and that I love his writing style and that it fuels my interest in anthropology, I will happily overlook his copying of his own work.
A few paragraphs that end the book:
The triumph of secular materialism is the conceit of modernity. But what are the features of this life? An anthropologist from a distant land visiting America, for example, would note many wondrous things. But he would no doubt be puzzled to learn that 20 percent of the people control 80 percent of the wealth, that the average child has by the age of eighteen spent a full two years passively watching television. Observing that over half of our marriages end in divorce and that only 6 percent of our elders live with a relative, he might question the values of a society that so readily break the bonds of marriage and abandons its aged, even as its men and women exhaust themselves in jobs that only reinforce their isolation from their families. Certainly a slang term such as 24/7 , implying as it does the willingness of an employee to be available for work at all times, seems excessive, though it would explain the fact that the average American father spends only eighteen minutes a day in direct communication with his child. And what of our propensity to compromise the very life supports of our planet? Extreme would be one word for a civilization that contaminates with is waste the air, water, and soil; that drives plants and animals to extinction; that dams the rivers, tears down the ancient forests, rips holes in the protective halo of the heavens and does little to curtail industrial processes that threatens to transform the bio-chemistry of the very atmosphere.
Once we look through the anthropological lens and see, perhaps for the first time, that all cultures have unique attributes that reflect choices made over generations, it becomes absolutely clear that there is no universal progression in the lives and destiny of human beings. No trajectory of progress. Were societies to be ranked on the basis of technological prowess, the Western scientific experiment, radiant and brilliant, would no doubt come out on top. But if the criteria of excellence shifted, for example, to the capacity to thrive in a truly sustainable manner, with a true reverence and appreciation for the Earth, the Western paradigm would fail. If the imperatives driving the highest aspirations of our species were to be the power of faith, the reach of spiritual intuition, the philosophical generosity to recognize the varieties of religious longing, then our dogmatic conclusions would again be found wanting.
Viewed from this broader perspective, the notion that indigenous societies are archaic, that their very presence represents some impediment, is transparently wrong. As David Maybury-Lewis has written, indigenous people do not stand in the way of progress; rather, they contribute to it if given the chance. Their cultural survival does not undermine the nation state; it serves to enrich it, if the state is willing to embrace diversity. And most important of all, these cultures do not represent failed attempts at modernity, marginal peoples who somehow missed the technological train to the future. On the contrary, these peoples, with their dreams and prayers, their myths and memories, teach us that there are indeed other ways of being, alternative visions of life, birth, death and creation itself. When asked the meaning of being human, they respond with then thousand different voices. It is within the diversity of knowledge and practice, of intuition and interpretation, of promise and hope, that we will all rediscover the enchantment of being what we are, a conscious species aware of our place on the planet and fully capable not only of doing no harm but of ensuring that all creatures in every garden find a way to flourish.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
Primitive Shoes by Margrethe Hald
For any one with an interest in making simple shoes of some form, and would like to try something other than moccasins, or has an interest in primitive skills from different parts of the world, this will be appealing. A thorough treatise on simple shoes from Denmark predominantly, and other parts of northern Europe as well, from about the Viking age and earlier.
Crane
For the first time in at least a decade, high rise cranes are appearing on the skyline of Hamilton. Two hotels are being built downtown (one has been completed, and another is being built diagonally across from it. This one requires two cranes. I always find it cool to watch them being assembled and disassembled. Can’t help but think that it is a job I would love to do.
Morning Stroll
Wandered down to the sail loft early one morning last week, and is my wont, stopped to snap a few pics along the way.
Taken from the bridge on Bay St. The newspaper has been full of editorials lately with well meaning but naive people stating these marshaling yards are squandering prime waterfront property and should be moved somewhere else, so that fabulous condos can be built in their place. Not a single one of them offers up a solution to the question, the all important question. Where? Where do they imagine they are going to move these marshaling yards to? Railways can’t operate without them, and I’m hard pressed to think where in this area they could move them. Given that a few kilometers north of here is the, if not one of the busiest railroad junctions in all of North America, and that the stretch between here and Oakville is the, if not one of the busiest stretches of track in North America, these calls strike me as blithering foolishness. Sure it would be lovely if they weren’t here. But they’ve been there for 150 years. It’s too late for any of that given the amount of growth that has occurred around here in those decades. And let’s not get into how much it would cost to re-mediate that land.
Bayfront Park.
My view to the left as I sat and had a delicious coffee.
My view to the right as I sat and had a delicious coffee.
Dundurn Castle from the other side.
Burlington on the opposite shore.
Bucolic scenery.
Fowl.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
S.o.t.D. - Changing Lanes pt. 1 – David Arnold
Changing Lanes pt. 1 – David Arnold
Movie I thought was pretty good, but I especially dug this track that opened the movie.
Movie I thought was pretty good, but I especially dug this track that opened the movie.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
S.o.t.D. - Fake Love – Volor Flex
Fake Love – Volor Flex
The vocals I’m very ambivalent about, but the beat and that rumbling bass I’m fully on board with.
The vocals I’m very ambivalent about, but the beat and that rumbling bass I’m fully on board with.
Monday, 16 July 2012
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Bibliophilia: Beyond Band of Brothers: The War Memoirs of Major Dick Winters – Richard D. Winters
A decent and remarkable man during extraordinary circumstances. Truly one of the “Greatest Generation.”
S.o.t.D. - Real Love – Swans
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Got a new tattoo
So the tattoo shop celebrated its 13th anniversary yesterday.
In honour of the occasion, all the tattoo artists (and me) contributed designs of the number 13.
The idea was that on Friday the 13th, for $13 you could pick a 13 design and have it tattooed on you, to mark the 13th anniversary of Cottage 13. When I got up this morning I had the notion that I would get Bryce, the very talented apprentice, to do one of Andrew’s designs on my right ankle.
I had a bunch of running around to do, and showed up at the shop around 17:00. Had a beer, ate some food. Sat around and chatted with everyone, laughed, ate some more, had another beer. Was delighted to learn that two of my contributions had been chosen and permanently marked on customers. Somehow or other during all this the subject of letting the son of the owners have a go injecting some ink into my skin was broached. Either he suggested it, I suggested it, I don’t recall. “When Bryce is tattooing me, I’ll let you take the machine and give it a try.” I believe another beer or three was consumed. He took one of the designs that Bryce had done and with some tracing paper went over it. The idea of him having a go wielding a tattoo machine kept being discussed. His dad took the design that he had traced, showed him how to make a stencil, which he then placed on my left ankle.
With a liner (a thin marker) and a shader (a thick marker) he went over the design. He confessed that it made him a little nervous and that it made his hands a little shaky.
But he did okay.
An idea that may have been said slightly in jest originally, became just perfect. It wasn’t the design I had originally contemplated, it certainly wasn’t the artist I had originally contemplated, it wasn’t even on the side I had originally contemplated, but...it was magically right.
I have known him since he was born. I love him more than anything in the world. I have known his parents for a long time. They mean the world to me. I have been affiliated in some small way with the shop since day 1. The place means a great deal to me.
This was not a design that necessarily fits into the grand scheme of designs I have plotted out for my body. It’s a fun souvenir piece, something to mark a place that means something to us on a significant milestone.
Getting him to do it was... really perfect. There were six supremely talented artists there who could have done it. I chose my 9 year old pal to do it. I asked his parents and everyone else if they were okay with him doing it. No one raised any objections. The stencil was prepared and put on, and Andrew showed him how a machine was set up.
I really wasn’t in the least bit worried about any of it. I wasn’t expecting perfection, to be honest, some errors would add to the charm of the piece. And his dad was right there to take over if he wasn’t up to the task, but we were all quite willing to give him a shot. Let him gain an understanding of what it is the tattooing process is all about. He dipped the tip of the machine in the cap of ink, pressed the pedal, and....started tattooing me.
He was a bit hesitant at first....
...there were times when he didn’t even get the needles in all the way.
But he got the hang of it.
Because of the spot it’s in, I couldn’t help but have an involuntary twitch a few times. I was admonished to hold my foot still. Wait’ll you get a tattoo there, little buddy.
Dad showing him some techniques (and doing the outlining on some of the trickier serifs.)
Give it a wipe.
Dad supervising.
Bryce the apprentice looking on to see how it’s done. I don’t recall who but one wag got a good laugh out of everyone when he cracked “Lookit! Those lines are almost as good as what Bryce is doing.” I think a good portion of an apprenticeship consists of being ribbed as often as possible.
Put on some Vaseline.
He was a bit hesitant at first....
...there were times when he didn’t even get the needles in all the way.
But he got the hang of it.
Because of the spot it’s in, I couldn’t help but have an involuntary twitch a few times. I was admonished to hold my foot still. Wait’ll you get a tattoo there, little buddy.
Dad showing him some techniques (and doing the outlining on some of the trickier serifs.)
Give it a wipe.
Dad supervising.
Bryce the apprentice looking on to see how it’s done. I don’t recall who but one wag got a good laugh out of everyone when he cracked “Lookit! Those lines are almost as good as what Bryce is doing.” I think a good portion of an apprenticeship consists of being ribbed as often as possible.
Put on some Vaseline.
The artist himself.
I gave him the $13 plus a $7 tip and a big hug.
And the finished results the next morning. He went beyond the line in a few places, he missed a few spots, but I don’t care in the least. Its “imperfection” makes it perfect to me. It’s a fun souvenir, and has more to do with a time and place and the person who did it than anything else. I figure it’s good to give him an opportunity, and hope it gives him an appreciation and understanding of what his dad and other artists do. I suppose there aren’t many 9 year olds who can claim to have done a tattoo.
I gave him the $13 plus a $7 tip and a big hug.
And the finished results the next morning. He went beyond the line in a few places, he missed a few spots, but I don’t care in the least. Its “imperfection” makes it perfect to me. It’s a fun souvenir, and has more to do with a time and place and the person who did it than anything else. I figure it’s good to give him an opportunity, and hope it gives him an appreciation and understanding of what his dad and other artists do. I suppose there aren’t many 9 year olds who can claim to have done a tattoo.
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