Sunday, May 26, 2013

falun gold hopper

a blip in the fog.
this was a mid week, falun gong parade that rerouted traffic along queen street.
i can't seem to get a straight story on falun gong.  not that i've exerted a load of effort.
a couple years ago, on our way to a dim sum lunch, i asked a chinese friend of mine what falun gong was.  i'm a long time half assed follower of qigong and wondered if there was a gong connection.
they're all a bunch of flaky spiritualists he told me.  he said i was their primary target type western girl and that the group were causing havoc in china.  
the falun gong wiki page describes something resembling that description but with a little more detail.  ah the journalistic integrity of a one stop wiki read.
  
wiki says it
is a spiritual discipline first introduced in China in 1992
that
combines the practice of meditation and slow-moving qigong exercises with a moral philosophy
and  that
practitioners of Falun Gong aspire to better health and, ultimately, spiritual enlightenment
apparently,
by 1999, some estimates placed the number of Falun Gong adherents in the tens of millions
eventually,
on 20 July 1999, after three years of mounting tensions between the group and the government, the Communist Party leadership initiated a nationwide crackdown and multifaceted propaganda campaign intended to eradicate the practice. In October 1999 it declared Falun Gong a "heretical organization" 
and now,
hundreds of thousands are believed to have been imprisoned extrajudicially, and practitioners in detention are subject to forced labor, psychiatric abuse, torture, and other coercive methods of thought reform at the hands of Chinese authorities

so there we have it, first paragraph wiki research complete, i can go back to my crossword now.
a reflection of the changing sky. 
when you sit on a bar stool for longer than should legally be allowed, the day grows up before your eyes. 
dusk turns to night
little girls should be home by this hour
root beer paradise
chalk drawings
the littlest onion that ever was
this thing was being tossed around my local a week ago. folks were like pagnotta, this is for you. next thing i know, baby's being fried into a sweet little asparagus and creme cheese omelette for two. 
this was a chance meeting.  i got to see lori twice within a couple weeks.  the guy beside her is ben, he's gill's husband, he's hilar. 
cal and i went for a brief walk last weekend, partly so i could feel like a normal person doing what normal people do.  cal's sweet to me about indulging these needs. 

i thought lily's name had been drawn from a hat.  cal thought gus and lily were not real people.  always a realist that calvin.
these days are black and gold, black cause i'm sitting in my room in darkness, gold for the sliver of sun seeping through my curtained window.
this soup kicked my vegetarian arse all the way from here to tokyo.
not quite but it was yum central.
this is the new tom on the scene.  partly cause his demeanor reminds me of tom but also just cause his name is tom and he's from vancouver (via calgary which suggests steve - all the more reason to suggest my long, lost family).  he gave me a feeling of familiarity right off the bat but i might have issues with that kind of thing, you know, feeling like i know someone i've just met.
but maybe everyone else just holds back too much, tries to control things that can't be controlled, misses out on really meeting people.
david foster wallace said it best:
the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees?  Of course you're a fraud, of course what people see is never you.
so get to know people.  move past the bullshit.  that's what i say anyhow.
and this my dears is a toy grasshopper half encased in glass.  i wasn't out of focus, it was my camera i swear.

as our late friend paul used to say, PACE.

Thursday, May 09, 2013

through the window

heather, lynn and suzanne

waiting

daphne

behind the brain

Sunday, April 07, 2013

flaming

flamingo tuxedo

the view

door eyes

the amy project

spring cleaning
roses in the sink

the ends

Tuesday, April 02, 2013







mary isn't happy

the kids all scream
her name and send
her valentines
she walks around
the schoolyard in
a daze and can
not follow what
it is her friend
is trying not to
say but mary
does like her friend's
ponytail and
she likes having
a friend though she's
watching the boys
play and dreaming
of being grown
with her kobo
saying prayers and
sleeping soundly

if the rain don't get me first

Monday, March 25, 2013

lady in waiting

mine eyes are all shelly duvall
on you



a couple weeks ago, tone and i got stuck in an ELEVATOR and you wouldn't believe it but a lot goes on in there, micro worlds of light normally missed whilst flying betwixt the floors

see?  between the walls,
the frozen light


vulcan light 


and rainbow disco jet

and deeper


another time though, to be exact,


march 2nd, 2013
the bloor line, westbound
2PMish

 A female voice recording comes on the speaker to say she is sorry for the inconvenience.  

An old, white, male passenger yells out, "What the hell did he just say?  I couldn't understand any- hello?  Can I get a translation please?  In English?  We speak English here."

Some passengers look at him then look away.  The 'Next Stop'  recording plays.  

The old man yells out, "Hello?  Does anyone speak English here?"

Some of the passengers exchange glances.

"Arriving at Ossington.  Ossington Station."

The old man to himself, "Ossington.  I have no idea where the hell that is.  Some downtown lowlife - where the hell am I?"



then last monday, two stops from home, a power outage and we were in the dark and stopped for a half an hour.  it was peaceful and racingly still.


veronique, moi meme

my local growing pale
x

Saturday, February 23, 2013

more time with pony



my dad gave me these roses for valentine's day.