Friday, October 28, 2011

Super 8

Caught the train to the East Village
Stepped into the light
My feet hurt
That new shoes kinda hurt
I glanced again at the address I had written down
It seemed to me that the place was only a block away
When I found it, I was surprised to see that it was in the basement of a house
I opened the rather plain door and let myself in
Instantly, I could smell the chemicals of film processing
There was a din of motion and machinery
A telephone rang
Music played but I did not recognise it
Two men stood behind a wall of lab equipment
They studied their craft furiously and with such intent
That I knew right away i could trust them with most any charge
And they would man their posts with diligence
There were three film students waiting inside
They smiled and I smiled back
We understood each other and the language of purity
A short, middle aged woman approached the counter and took some rolls of stock from one of the students
They exchanged pleasantries and promises and expectations and then the students left
I asked the woman for the two film stocks I needed and she left and returned a moment later
She asked if I wanted a bag and when I said yes, she placed the rolls of film into a small, brown paper bag.
I paid and thanked her and walked out.
I took one quick look over my shoulder for memory and headed back toward the subway.

#occupy hangs on by a thread...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

EU rules that Canada are still a bunch of assholes.

Canadian Press

HALIFAX — An animal rights activist says a European court ruling has put another nail in the coffin of Canada's commercial seal hunt.

The European General Court rejected yesterday a bid by Canada's largest Inuit organization to challenge the European Union's year-old trade ban on seal products.

The court in Luxembourg dismissed the group's case, saying the challenge from the Inuit, several seal hunters and industry organizations was inadmissible.

Rebecca Aldworth of the Canadian wing of the Humane Society International says the ruling means seals in Canada and elsewhere will be spared a horrible fate.

Aldworth says it's time for Canada to realize that the writing is on the wall for the annual seat hunt.

Even though the E-U ban exempts the trade in seal products from aboriginal groups, the Inuit claim their markets will be hurt along with the rest of the commercial industry unless the ban is overturned.

A spokesman for the Inuit group says it will comment on the ruling at a later date.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Days of Art, part 2

Toronto city from Vancouver.

Vancity pics.

Fraser River, Fogtober
Birds on a wire
Friday Night Lights, Annacis Island.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Happy 60, Mom

Your voice

That I could hear

With my head pressed against your chest

As you spoke with your friends

And drank coffee

Your bags of wool

Knitting needles


Cut-outs of paper

Plans for future sweaters, hats and mitts

Driving Ian to school in Squamish

In the big, blue Ford

Wearing your slippers

and stopping at the Brackendale store for milk

Taking me to my first day of Grade 1

I cried and begged you not to leave

You held it together

And probably snuck out

When I wasn't looking

Teaching Gina how to walk

in the living room

in the house on Maple

You were patient

Never gave up

All the years of childhood

You listened to our problems

And put in as much effort to solve them

As if they were your own

Accepting our friends

Even if they were of questionable character

And some were

Some still are

As I grow older

I see that other parents need parenting

Acting as children themselves

And I am blessed

That you are you

Always work hard

At the office for others in need

For your family

Your friends

Taking pride in our accomplishments

No matter how small

Sacrificing your time for others

Maybe too much sometimes…

Never instilled fear in us

Only courage and awareness

It is your fault I became such a bleeding heart!

Passed your caring on

All our whims were entertained

Music lessons and baseball games

Walking the dogs and getting them trained

It came from love

From your heart

Your brain

We moved around more than most

But we always had a home

Wherever we were

Safe, warm, fed, full of hope

It was you

It still is

Your home is full of laughter

Security of self

Wealth of character

Trust, joy, confidence

A mother can be many things...

A leader

A teacher

A friend

A confidante

You are all these things and more

Everyone that knows you

Everyone in this room

Will concur with what I have said

They know these words are truth

Sixty years of living life

Sixty years of giving love

Sixty years of teaching others

What it means to live by your code

A daughter

A mother

A wife

A friend

Passion to give

Is the way

You have always lived