this is too much like when I first moved to Montreal... days after the Polytechnique mass murder in which women/feminists were explicitly targetted; weeks before the start of the Oka crisis, with the Canadian Army laying siege to two Mohawk communities; months before the build up to Gulf War I; and personally, having no work, much sturm and drang in my immediate vicinity, etc.
now, it's the war in Afghanistan/Iraq and lingering effects in Lebanon/Gaza; it's our minority government acting like an unquestioned dictatorship - and it is virtually unquestioned - implementing a full slate of Bush legislation at a pace and with an apparent lack of outrage that Bush himself must envy; it's the Dawson shooting a few weeks ago; and personally, it's the quiet slipping away of my in-laws and the end of my work contracts - leaving me in limbo...
today was a beautiful sunny day in my forced retirement... I went and bought beer that I have now finished, I bought and ate a fine slice of pizza, I
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why you of course, as regards the photography (not the depression). venezuela does sound like fun. i want to play drums or just breakdance. yes, more. let's do prince.
If you don't already have it, you should lay your hands on TV On the Radio's Return to Cookie Mountain... It'll cure what ails you! Great politics and a great mix of soul, doo wop [!], hip hop, and rock.
I've got some music of my own on the way - definitely not doo wop, but more experimentalish, etc. I have one track completely available (just let me know) and two more on the wway...
If you'll let me aestheticise your depression/vision... I like the way your reflection - although you're obviously taking the photo - looks like you're just tired and pissed off/pissed ("pissed" in Canada having formerly meant "drunk"). Isn't it grand to make art out of one's low-ebb moments!
that afternoon i went out around houston's east end. the east end used to be, essentially, houston. it's where the jobs and the people were. now, it's completely hispanic, and nobody who wasn't born there in the last forty years even knows it exists. (even though it abuts downtown, it's isolated as railroads cut it off from the rest of the city...only a few streets actually cross the tracks heading from the downtown area.) when i drive through it, i feel like i'm in a different country (mexico), and i love it. but it's also interesting for all the physical remnants of what life used to be like there:
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what're we gonna do?
this is too much like when I first moved to Montreal... days after the Polytechnique mass murder in which women/feminists were explicitly targetted; weeks before the start of the Oka crisis, with the Canadian Army laying siege to two Mohawk communities; months before the build up to Gulf War I; and personally, having no work, much sturm and drang in my immediate vicinity, etc.
now, it's the war in Afghanistan/Iraq and lingering effects in Lebanon/Gaza; it's our minority government acting like an unquestioned dictatorship - and it is virtually unquestioned - implementing a full slate of Bush legislation at a pace and with an apparent lack of outrage that Bush himself must envy; it's the Dawson shooting a few weeks ago; and personally, it's the quiet slipping away of my in-laws and the end of my work contracts - leaving me in limbo...
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thanks for the link (and also for sharing).
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I've got some music of my own on the way - definitely not doo wop, but more experimentalish, etc. I have one track completely available (just let me know) and two more on the wway...
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i absolutely want to hear anything you've done...just tell me how to get my claws on it.
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that afternoon i went out around houston's east end. the east end used to be, essentially, houston. it's where the jobs and the people were. now, it's completely hispanic, and nobody who wasn't born there in the last forty years even knows it exists. (even though it abuts downtown, it's isolated as railroads cut it off from the rest of the city...only a few streets actually cross the tracks heading from the downtown area.) when i drive through it, i feel like i'm in a different country (mexico), and i love it. but it's also interesting for all the physical remnants of what life used to be like there:
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