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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
THERE ARE SCARIER THINGS... ...than epilepsy. A public service campaign that more than makes its point. (If dutch isn't your mother tongue, don't worry, you'll figure it out) Tuesday, March 21, 2006
COMMUNITY SPIRIT Public transportation is actually quite amazing. A bunch of folks who don't know each other from a hole in the ground, stuck together, quietly, sometimes completely silently, putting aside all personal differences in order to get along for the common good. For a limited time anyhow. It's not always this way, but more often than not it is. Today I caught a brief reflection of myself in a pane of transparent plastic by one of the exits in the tram today. I was startled to see a very slight sneer on the right side of my mouth. Go figure. Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
WENT THERE, DID THAT Eagle-Eye and I, museum cards in hand (though for this ya had to pay extra), past the metal detectors(!), audio tour headphones on our respective heads (no snickering please), amidst the often inconsiderate throng. And - there we were. God, sex, love, death. Caravaggio, Rembrandt. And just a five minute tram ride away. I like this town.  Thursday, March 16, 2006
FIXED...I THINK Took some stuff out of the code of the template for this page, namely the Halo Scan comments javascript, and the popups have disappeared (as unfortunately has the option to leave comments as well). For good, I hope. (The popups I mean, not the comments.) We shall see. Phew. BOO AND HISS Just when for some unknown reason I go and type in a few thoughts on my long abandoned blog, publish it through Blogger and go to check my updated page out a @%*##&@# popup shows up. In the words of my former country folk, this is bogus. I'm out of here. R You may indeed ask just what has our dear Frank been up to during this oh-so-long-and-drawn-out silent pause. This you may indeed ask. I may indeed ask. One might indeed ask. But as the chance of any person, first, second or third asking much of anything at this point in time and receiving much of anything resembling a reasonably respectable reply (that's a lot of r's) is less than slightly remote, I propose...I propose...propose...to be honest, I'm really not sure what I propose... Let's start again. OK? Thursday, August 26, 2004
eatlardfudge Found out a little over a week ago that Steve Gillespie, a friend of mine from my high school days, died suddenly at the age of 41. I hadn't seen him for years and years, the last time being at the corner of Douglas and Yates in Victoria. Someone called my name, I turned around and saw a guy with a pencil thin moustache and precious little hair on his head staring at me. I didn't recognize him. And then I did. We chatted very briefly and went on our respective ways. Turns out that sometime in the last two decades he took a left turn in his life and began to carve out an existence as a poet/writer. His literary alias was Eat Lard Fudge (an obscure anagram of "The Grateful Dead"). All this I found out last year while we were on vacation in Canada catching up with some other old pals of mine. And now, a year later, he's gone. Well Steve, as I played on the same football (soccer) team with you, partied with you, and even was your personal campaign manager when you ran in the race for the head of our school council(!), I figure I'll do my bit and give you some much needed web space for a bit of your work one of our mutual friends sent me today. Lovema, Karma and Dogma burns trying to eliminate all dishonesty from my life and am starting my own religion kentucky fried wiccan all we do is hang out in parks smoke joints worship the earthship talk guitar to the sky eat free range chickens, morning, noon and extra crispy night there will be no Churchianity here, no dogma other than the dog dogma that everyone must have a dog and treat it with the highest respect i think this would be beneficial to the community dogma and karma there would be karma everywhere as it is now, isness Lovema, sound bong Tuesday, August 24, 2004
XXL AND XXS Namely the big mother of a book which, for some unfathomable reason, I have dived into and a little two week old kitty kat, one of eight, I met today.  |
