I added some more scanned stickers to the images page. If you live in Winnipeg and hang out at the same places as I do, you may have already seen these around.
This art is far too wicked to be hidden away in a comment.
The song of the week is: Buck 65 - Attack Of The Nerds Remix. (Offline)
John K. Samson of The Weatherthans loves Winnipeg. (Real Player Required)
This goes well with a link I posted back in October.
I found some interesting sites last night:
What a relaxing weekend! A bit of chill'n... a bit of cross country skiing... and a whole lot of sleeping...
Do you miss the Sesame Street of the late 70s and early 80s? Think Elmo should take a hike? Wonder why they stop playing the funky pinball counting song? You're not alone.
Otis Fodder is posting 365 mp3s on his site this year. A new song will appear every day. "Listeners of the incredibly strange and outsider realm take note, for this is the majority of material that will be made available. Obscure and out-of-print recordings will be the primary focus, although once in a while there may be a change."
A Reader's Manifesto - An attack on the growing pretentiousness of American literary prose, written by B. R. Myers.
You could do this too if you locked yourself in a room long enough.
Almost Cool has a reader contributed top albums of 2002 section... check out all the good music you slept on this year.
Today is a special day. I have now been dating my girlfriend for five years. Happy Aniversary Sweetheart!
I love you.
From the movie, The Ice Storm :
"To find yourself in the negative zone, as the Fantastic Four often do, means that all everyday assumptions are inverted. Even the invisible girl herself becomes visible and so she loses the last semblance of her power. Seems to me everyone exits partially on a negative zone level, some people more than others. In your life it's kind of like you dip in and out of it, a place where things don't quite work out as they should, but for some people there's something about the negative zone that tempts them and they end up going in...going in all the way."
I was waiting downtown for my bus this morning and I was joined in the bus shelter by a guy who wanted to know the time. After I told him that it was half past seven, he asked me to freestyle for him. An odd request, but I was feeling silly this morning so I decided to give it a try.
My rhymes were slow and clumsy... I told him a story about a world where everything was so old that even a slight wind could make a building crumble. Wind was outlawed. Scientists slaved for years over crumbling machinery in order to develop a method to control Mother Nature's little brother wind. At this point I got excited because I realized that I could rhyme freestyle with been awhile, but I didn't how to work his into my story. I grew frustrated with my slow morning brain so I stopped and gave him his turn.
His story started off being about nothing... just a collection of standard freestyle time filler rhymes but as he grew more comfortable it got interesting. He told me of a girl who had a permanent tear frozen in the corner of her eye. She had been abused by her father when she was young and held that memory close to her line of sight at all times. She did not want to forget... Her dad sat at home... alone... thinking about the mistake he had made so many years ago that cost him his only daughter. She continued to walk through life making sure that the first thing everyone noticed about her was her tear. They were both stuck in the past but they had their reasons. Everybody does. At this point his story diverged into a small rant about legalizing marijuana. At first I didn't see the connection but it became clear to me with time. He spoke of a substance that allowed him to tap the inner creative centres of his mind... harvesting random thoughts and images... stringing them together with rhythm and rhyme... one line by one line... one thought at a time... The end result being a spoken daydream shared with a stranger in a downtown bus shack about a girl with a permanent tear. He asked me why the government didn't want him to share his dreams with me... My bus pulled up and I said goodbye.
Christmas was nice. Time well spent with family and friends. On Christmas day we discovered that 25 years ago my aunt lived in the same apartment as us. But get this... not only the same block, but the very same suite! That's Winnipeg for ya.
I spent the day remixing and re-mastering the hypnotic track Jake and I made earlier this year. It is now available for download in the sounds section under the name Relax (Glutton and Steak Beat Generation Edit). To those of you who have heard this song before, it isn't all that different... just some tweaking of levels and EQ settings. Let me know what you think.
Ok... so I may have drunkenly unplugged the webcam @ 1am last night. Thanks to everyone who dropped by the daisy pad last night!
The Stungeye Cam will display our Xmas party tonight from 8PM - ??? (CST). If I know you... come to the party or watch it over the net and cry yourself to sleep. If I don't know you... cry yourself to sleep.
It was bound to happen... Someone made their way to this site while searching google for porn. The search was for: +pictures +"caught having sex". Stungeye appears somewhere on the second or third page of results. The November archives hold the key as to why this particular google search lead here.
Bill Clinton: "America should lead, not dominate"
George Bush: Yahoo person of the year (The runners up are just as pathetic)
Every 40 seconds someone dies as a result of a suicide. The World Health Organization estimates that suicide will be the worldwide leading cause of death by 2006, surpassing both cancer and heart disease. These statistics came as a total shock to me. The mainstream media spent countless hours this past year reporting on terrorism, snipers, cancer and murder... Where were the stories covering suicide and depression? Other than the reports on suicide bombers, this issue got next to no coverage. It's treated like the world's dirty little secret... and it shouldn't be. We can't sweep this one under the rug folks. The stats say that 90% of suicides are due to mental illness, but am I really supposed to believe that mental illness is on the rise? It's time we started to address the reasons why so many people are depressed and why so many feel that taking their own life is the only answer.
We live in a world where third world poverty and first world apathy are on the rise.