Stung Eye

The eye of the bee holder.

of the most dangerous

Noam Gonick shoots Winnipeg inside out:

"Stryker is a little off the beaten path for Winnipeg's Gonick, but still illustrates his penchant for gay-themed flicks. Gonick is best known for his short film 1919, a black-and-white version of the 1919 Winnipeg General Strike from the point of view of a gay bathhouse, and Hey Happy, a movie about gay ravers at the end of the world. Stryker paints the picture that when Winnipeg's street gangs aren't smoking crack and arguing with themselves, they're having sex with transvestites."

- Noam Gonick 'strykes' Winnipeg thug life, Alex Reid.

My sister Colleen, Harold, and I attended the 2001 premiere for Hey Happy, where Gonick arrived "with an entourage of ravers, go-go dancers and transgendered party people in the back of a garbage truck." Hey Happy contains one-sixtieth of my 15 minutes.

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A Structured Thought: full.


Greymatter Exercise

The Writer's Almanac: poetry, prose, history. (via Beautiful Stuff)

The Revolution of Everyday Life :"Where the writing fails it reflects the failure of the reader as a reader, and even more as a man." (via wood s lot)

Flow is "the zone" I enter while programming. (more)

ArtBots

Love

When the Singularity is More Than a Literary Device.


Oranje

I bought a computer system for 100 euros, so we now have high-speed Internet at home. There is however, one catch: we have a download limit of 250MB per month. That's like downloading 50 MP3s, something easily accomplished in under 30 minutes.

We are surfing under constraint, with images and flash disabled. All downloads are precious, although I splurged by installing the latest critical updates for Windows, along with some anti-virus and spyware tools. Shannon also called home using SkypeOut, (an ace service indeed).

Back in my BSS days (early 90s) I was lucky to download 200MB a year, and my hard-drive could only store 140MBs. How quickly things change. Then, I could download at a rate of 1MB/hour, and I only used the Internet as a gateway to dialouts for calling foreign BBSs. Today, the Internet serves as my external memory, and my personal research assistant; it is my link to the noosphere, a source for inspiration and wonder, and a satisfying waste of time.

For example, the other day I wanted some information on typography:

- The non-typographer's guide to practical typeface selection
- Five simple steps to better typography: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
- Thinking In Type
- 300 free fonts for designers

Beautiful.

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Tomorrow is Koninginnedag, the 'orange' festival honouring Her Majesty, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands. It is also the one day where 'free trade' is allowed amongst the citizens of Holland, and the entire city becomes a rummage sale. There will be DJs and bands blasting tunes around town, (legal) drinking on the street, and crowds that could make even a Londoner feel claustrophobic. Or so I am told.

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My work with ()}{{})( inspired the latest post on structured thought, my prose and poetry blog.


Thank you kindly

...for leaving the Scissor Sisters on my HD.


two for the price of one

My favorite letter in the Dutch alphabet is 'ij', pronounced "eye". This letter -yes, two characters can be a single letter- puzzled me when I first arrived in Amsterdam. Locals would laugh when I pronounced mijn (English translation: my) with a 'j' sound in the middle.

Then one afternoon, I saw the word bedrijf (company) written in cursive.

Try this yourself: Grab a pen/paper and write the word "bedrijf" in cursive. What does the 'ij' remind you of?

'ij' in cursive = ΓΏ (A y with a diaeresis.)

The Dutch alphabet doesn't contain a 'y'. I find it fascinating that they would represent the 'y' sound with this cursive pseudo-y.

Check the Wikipedia entry on the Dutch Y.

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Side note: I bought a computer, and hope to be Net enable in a week or so.


2^10 = nerd

After two months with InFocus, I have sent 1024 work related emails.

p.s. I just bought 2 tickets for Garbage.


I am given

My father's favourite poet, Robert Creeley, has passed away.

The words are a beautiful music. The words bounce like in water.

Water music,
loud in the clearing

off the boats,
birds, leaves.

They look for a place
to sit and eat--

no meaning,
no point.

-Robert Creeley

A collection of Creeley links from wood s lot.

I'm given to write poems. I cannot anticipate their occasion. I have used all the intelligence that I can muster to follow the possibilities that the poem "under hand," as Olson would say, is declaring, but I cannot anticipate the necessary conclusions of the activity, nor can I judge in any sense, in moments of writing, the significance of that writing more than to recognize that it is being permitted to continue. I'm trying to say that, in writing, at least as I have experienced it, one is in the activity, and that fact itself is what I feel so deeply the significance of anything that we call poetry.

- From, "I am given to write poems," a lecture delivered in Berlin, 1967 [source]


Wheel of fortune

I am now fielding both English and French technical support calls. Although my vocabulary is currently limited, my comprehension of spoken and written French hasn't suffered from my lack of exposure/practice.

I am forever grateful to my parents for enrolling me in French-immersion in Kindergarten. As a result, my second language is hard-wired in my brain; I hear French as I hear English, no need for internal translation.

I am also grateful to the French customer I've been dealing with. They are very patient with my slow-motion French, and my occasional butchering of their beautiful language.

In a recent email to some friends, I noted that the word 'Unfortunately' is often featured in my work correspondences. It's a word that comes with the tech-support territory. The French equivalent for this word is 'malheureusement'. A look at the root words 'unfortunate' and 'malheureux', provides a glimpse into the divergent thought-processes encouraged both languages.

un.for.tu.nate

Characterized by undeserved bad luck; unlucky.

mal.heur.eux,e

Qui n'est pas heureux, qui est dans le malheur. [That which is not happy]

When I say, 'Unfortunately, we no longer provide service for your product,' I am telling the customer that fate has dealt them a bad hand.

When I say, 'Malheureusement, nous ne fournissons plus le service pour votre produit,' there is no indication that the customer's luck has come to an end. I am simply stating the sad fact that we can no longer help them.

From a customer service perspective I think the later is preferable. From a philosophical/linguistic perspective, I find it interesting that the prior subtly reinforces the concept of fate and fortune, a concept I think we would be better off without, (but that's another entry in itself, so I digress.)


lane



Emphasis theirs

The idea puzzled me. The execution more so.

Four cards were to be made.

The first -a poetic prequel- was to be related solely through the dimensions of the card stock, and the font.

figure parse

The remaining cards were to form the idea triage; the literal, symbolic, and fancy-full componets -all which I mistook to be equivalent.

figure muted

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too

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