Sometimes I think too much. That is not to say they’re coherent or even interesting thoughts but they do run round and round in the spacious corridors of my post-concussive interior world. Incessantly.
Some people spend an enormous amount of energy, in a variety of ways, trying to silence these internal debates: Yoga, television, meditation, OCD apartment cleanliness, drugs, sex, drugs with sex, food and the ageless standby– drunken sottery. With the exception of Yoga I have indulged in all of these, to some degree. My current crutch is too many hours spent in front of fiendishly clever games. And it’s interesting how often people will cite these activities as an escape from their external existence when usually all they are is another set of activities to negotiate. Read more
‘Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;’
W H Auden from ‘Lay your sleeping head, my love.’ Read more
When I spent summers as a child at the cottage with my grandparents I had a simple routine: wake up, put on my bathing suit, cover it with a t-shirt and I was ready to GO! Sunscreen? What’s that? Sandals? For amateurs only. My feet were like leather, tanned and thick-soled from days of running down the dirt road to the tuck shop and from wading in the shallow, rocky beach. My hair was either wet or about to be wet. My Miss Piggy bathing suit was tied tight around my neck and sagged at the bum. I was equally happy playing with Amy and J.C., who were there every year, or with the kids who only showed up for a week or two. I had sunburned cheeks, and freckles and tan-lines and mosquito-bite scabs, and bruises from tripping on that one tricky plank on the dock. I was in bed by sundown, every night, and slept the sleep of the feral, lake-soaked angels. Read more
1.Don’t mention that it’s a piece on the slipperiness of the term ‘sustainability.’
2.Use an attractive and provocative featured image.
3. Avoid using the term paradigm at all costs.
4.Use the current meme of titling posts as lists of things and then reference it as a sly way of getting people to read a post that isn’t about lists.
5. Make up a half-clever list to make sure people aren’t too annoyed when they realize #4 is true.
So– the universe, as we understand it, is a slightly less mysterious place today. CERN in Geneva has announced that there is a reasonable chance that the Higgs boson, a particle that underlies the basic fabric of the universe, has peeked out from behind the veil and announced it’s likelihood. This is huge news mostly because it seems to confirm a basic tenet of quantum theory. In turn it shades the whole of Quantum Physics as something other than the complicit and deranged ravings of remarkably imaginative madmen. Also it justifies the billions and billions of dollars required to build the particle accelerator necessary to actually confirm the existence of the aforementioned particle. (In fact the particle hasn’t been seen so much as it’s left a teeny-tiny footprint while casting an equally teeny-tiny shadow but that, apparently, is the way things work when your dealing with the scale in question.) Read more
“…create the wants it seeks to satisfy.”
— John Kenneth Galbraith. Read more
There are many inherent contradictions embedded in what seems to be the human condition. We all seek security while railing against anything that constrains our personal freedoms. Truth and wisdom are some of our most valued commodities yet we incessantly engage in wilful self-deception and asinine behaviour. We value fidelity while celebrating diversity and new experience… and so on, ad nauseum. The seesaw of human desires and emotions would be a tired catskills punchline if there were actually a god. But one of the most difficult examples of these contradictions is our relationship to beauty. There is a tacit implication throughout history (platonic ideals and Helen of Troy just for instance) that beauty is a somehow universal and shared aesthetic. How can someone not see that flower or Porsche or Angelina as beautiful?
Here is the first of many promotional posters for the film. It is from an original photograph by our friend and professional photographer Andrew Balfour. Enjoy.
Yep. I said AWESOME. As in SOME filled with AWE.
Essentially this is about what is real and what is something other. It seems like the lines that once delineated fantasy from reality have vanished. More significantly real, live people have begun to distort themselves in ways that are, to me anyways, alarming. I’m going to give an extreme example and then try to work back from that.
Hard to believe these are real people, isn’t it? (In one case, and I’ll let you guess which one, there is some real doubt as to the actual existence of the person represented in the picture.) What I find alarming though is not the degree to which both these images are constructed or even if they’re actual pictures of actual people who actually look like this. Actually.
No, the alarming aspect is these people are now absolutely plausible. Whether they exist at this moment or not is irrelevant– because sooner or later they’ll be our neighbor or even us. Presently they exist as outliers but that won’t last long I don’t think. These body types are becoming more and more prevalent every day. Just look around. Read more