So, apparently there is fluoride in the public drinking water-don’t you just love how things were happening before you were born and you don’t find those things are super unhealthy for you and you didn’t have a choice man many years later-because I don’t. Fluoride causes ADD as the least of its harmful effects, as well as bone degeneration, kidney and liver damage, cancers and believe it or not, dental issues (the very reason it was originally put in water-to hekp your teeth). But this is not what perturbs me the most. No. Fluoride will calcify your pineal gland, a little gland between the brain hemisperes that distributes DMT, or dimethyltryptimate-the most illegal, controlled and potent drug in the world-and what I personally believe to be my religion, imagination and self realization. DMT is thought to induce the dream state known as REM sleep and mass amounts are distributed to you when you are born-and lie 21 grams of the stuff when you die. Imagine, this is a drug people smoke in points or miligrams-21 grams of the most potent hallucinogen known to humankind and produced and delivered from the center of your brain. By the time the average person is 40-45, this gland has been enclosed in a shell, wherein it atrophies and dies off-bye bye imagination. So what the hell am I going to art school for? Here is a fantasy-spend thousands of dollars to learn to utilize your imagination while your survival demands water, which is killing your imagination-yay! I mean, food additives are one thing, you can try to eat around that diet, but water? Fucking animals-for all the things worth not going to war for, I found something that is-clean water, food and morals and ethics amongst people. I have stopped drinking water and I encourage you to do the same-stop drinking water today-thank you.
What can I say. The movie “UP” is my new favourite movie. This show made me cry. Seeing the happy cartoon married couple with such a romantic life made me realize that I want to meet a sweet woman and get married and fix up a house and get old and have dreams. I want romance…
Ok, folks out there in internet land, concerned teachers and disillusioned audience-my blog posts of late have been a little cynical. I have been kind of befuddled in this never ending overcast rainstorm you in BC call winter and I call “purgatory” with ammenities. But don’t lose faith, It’s just the SAD (“seasonal affective syndrome” or “serious attitude deficiency” whichever you prefer).
I have been noticing through some of my academic courses (cultural theory and natural sciences), that we have been taking in a number of TED talks on youtube which are relevant to the lectures at hand. I have been captivated by these talks and am amazed that this is not a channel or a primetime show. Y aknow something like, “this sunday, tune in to TED talks TV for new ideas that are shaping our world”. That would be better than American Idol (lame).
I have added this channel on youtube to my own CHANNEL ZER0, and I try to take in one or two talks a day (it is starting to replace reading before beddy byes). I encourage people to try and catch some of these talks because they can really add to a persons optimism about the state of the world as it is right now-on the brink of massive change. It is things like TED talks that continue to make me think we are are the brink of a second renaissance (apparently renaissance means legen or legendary). My favourite TED Talk so far is 12 ways biomimicry can improve design. Until next time, stay out of the rain and eat plain potato chips-vitamin D abounds and it fights the SAD.
So, did any body else have fun getting up at 7 AM to register for the spring semester. I sure as hell did (sarcasm). I am putting in a lot of extra time anyway as ceramics is a time consuming practice. But competing against other anonymous students for a seat in the class that makes your education what you want and what you are paying for is just BULLSHIT! And I will tell you why.
Not every student has a personal computer ( I am fortunate that I do, which is to say I got into 3 of the 5 courses I need). Imagine being the student that couldn’t even compete in the freezing server mess of timed out messages that contradict themselves-this course is full, please add to waitlist-then-this course is open, please register-repeat…ARRRRGGGHHH!!! You can’t even physically come here and compete with those students who can afford a computer can you? Is student services open that early-no!
Now, let’s say that you do have a computer. Who has the fastest computer-whose mommy and daddy got them the compuetr to match the god-damned Lexus they got for turning 16. Guess they would get to the finish line first-guess they would have priority. That is of course, unless this institution’s server freezes and leaves you unable to abort your actions of academic conquest, while others fill in the cracks you will end up falling through.
Well you know what-I didn’t come to this university to commit financial suicide, only to have to choose to take courses I didn’t want or to wait till next year…next time…oh, I finally got the best computer!!! Thanks Mommy and daddy (mine are dead, and I pay my own way). I chose the course-load I needed to cover the mandatory courses required for graduation, to allow for optimal scheduling throughout a week (something that has left me spinning this semester and barley able to work enough to almost afford to survive, let alone actually live the “dream” of going to an art school as prestigious as Emily Carr ((sarcasm)) ). With the days I had planned out, I woould have been able to work enough to pay my rent (only my rent and little else) and still be able to almost get 6 hours of sleep a night/7 days a week).
In conclusion, take your online registry and insert it into your USB port (metaphor). If I don’t get into the courses I came here to take, you don’t get my money, you don’t get my time, you don’t get away with robbing another student-So many people told me that I was lucky to go to Emily Carr-lucky to experience such an innovative and exceptional school-I don’t feel it EC-I am paying too much of my life to be swindled-YOU NEED A BETTER WAY TO REGISTER FOR COURSES AT THIS SCHOOL-anybody feel that-gimme a response, and I will take it right to the dean.
If these things could speak they would say they were embarassed for Canada
This is my Poster for CGIA 215 that is a commentary on the ignorant representation of Canadian and Aboriginal identity. The parody organization Mascots Against Social Cultural Omission Tactics & Strategies (MASCOTS) seeks to protect freedom of speech and expression in Canada which has been super-ceded by the municipal legislation through bylaws which prohibit any anti-Olympic sentiment. MASCOTS already advocates the proper representation of Aboriginal and Canadian icons, figures and cultural products and lobbies against appropriation, alteration of and/or defamation of these artifacts, beliefs and ideologies of our cultural identity, and have now begun to campaign with other agencies and organizations against the Olympic agenda to make Canadian heritage, tradition and culture more marketable. Protect your identity and your freedom as a Canadian to express it-support MASCOTS today by visiting mascots.com for more information (MASCOTS may or may not be a real organization, all characters depicted are fictional and any resemblance to real life persons, places or cultural icons is purely coincidental. Side effects of MACOTS may include fatigue, greasy discharge, blood clotting, nausea, low blood pressure and violent mood swings-ask your doctor if MASCOTS is right for you. May or may not contain traces of peanuts or other nuts, some conditions may apply, MASCOTS reserves the right to not in actuality exist. For entertainment purposes only. Long distance charges may apply. Must be 18 or older. The ideas and conventions implied by MASCOTS do not represent the opinions of this blog or its subsidiaries. MASCOTS are prepared with zero trans fats. MASCOTS are not liable for anything beyond aforementioned warnings and fine print details listed here that were not, are not and in the future will not be accounted for in perpetuity through all of existing time and space and any unknown capacity or dimension hereto undiscovered at the time of this waver of liability. MASCOTS are intellectual property of the Olympic Committee, Mobil/Shell/Exxon/, Coca-Cola, Pfeizer, Budweiser, Smith & Weston and Ikea. Copyright 1929.
Ok, so I no one has to like my taste in art but once in a while you just have to enjoy pop art. I found a great little pop art gallery down in Tinseltown Mall in Chinatown today called Ayden Gallery. This place was just vibrant with fresh and imaginative artworks-paintings, prints, sculptures, clothing and figurines-I hadn’t been to an exhibit like this in a while and it made me feel youndg again and prompted me to realize that my tastes have become rather dull. I encourage people to get out and check this gallery out sometime as well as to go explore the DTES 13th Annual Eastside Culture Crawl from Novemeber 20th through the 22nd.
I played hookey today and I really had no good reason to except, I could not face my ceramics teacher. With a week full of mid-terms assignments piling up, essays coming up, friends and lovers coming to town, Mitch is a very tired carbon based life-form (maybe a wee short on the carbon base). I tried to glaze the surviving ceramic projects that are required for that class; my first was a ceramic crystal ball which I was going to call Clear As Mud or An Uncertain Future-this snapped in two, along with my last nerve for this week.
So instead of going to school, Mitchey went shopping. I went down to Main Street and checked Urban Source, which I highly recommend to any art student (or real artist) who actually gets there hands dirty at this school (I am noticing that a great portion of the student body never even dirties there hand with anything cheaper than a blackberry or a laptop-I thought I was attending an art school for crying out loud-not a technical institute). Urban Source has all sorts of knick-knacks that accessorize with artworks and materials at ridiculously good prices-I bought leather tags to label artwork for like 25 cents each-magnets for 30 cents, I got a large burlap sack for like a dollar fifty-anywhere else that material would have been like twenty bucks plus. It made my day and gave me some inspiration where school had beat it out of me.
I followed my shopping up with lunch next door at The Rustico Italian Café-this place is hands down the best café I have dined at (as in I actually sat down and felt welcome to stay awhile) since I got to this uppity city. The owner greeted me, he made me a coffee the way I wanted (as in he asked me what I liked while he was making it, and that ended up being an Americano misto with fresh cream), made me a fantastic lunch of a delicious panini and minestrone soup, chatted with me and all the rest of his customers the whole time smiling away and infecting everyone with his optimism-just made the rain outside seem an illusion-a woman was there whose mother had died only the evening before-hes sent her away smiling and with an invitation to come back anytime after hours to join him and the girl working with him for dinner and company-great jazz music going, in the corner a shelf of community novels-while I was finishing up lunch, the owner even brought me a little espresso with whip on top-a little dessert with a tiny spoon he assured me. By the time I left, I felt better than I have in days! I will go back soon.
Although I skipped school today, I did come in for the evening and worked until the security guard had to lock me out. I just could not do it today, could not see you all, fight my way through for the resources, deal with the politics and the critiques (maybe they could rename these things artist support group meetings-artists after all, do need help apparently). I paid a pretty penny for this day off, tuition in the wind-oh well, maybe all I will learn at this school is that university is financial suicide and no one really has time to teach you anything or make you feel like you are worth the time you paid them for-after this last week, I have come to realize I do not enjoy one out of any of the five classes + seminar I am either obligated to attend or I registered for without being able to find out before hand were truly relevant to me. Next semester will be better; if I survive until then.
Introversion, my enemy.
I wanted to try and express that there is more to me than meets the eye. When you see so many strangers throughout a day, it is hard to imagine depth to them. This is why I chose to depict myself through black and white self portraits. The brain matter creates a landscape which brings the background into a more important perspective than the face value. My pictures are arranged in a triptych that also serves as a type of mugshot series. My approach in full colour from within and behind my face is not only what I want people to see, but what I see from the inside-as an introvert, I feel like I am looking out from within myself at the world. I sense from those around me that this is what they see in me as well.
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So I found this love calculator online in the little ads that border every page on the internet, and I thought I would see how well I would get along with myself-hmmm, not so well, but that explains a lot to me. I know that this is not what this thing is for, but it was worth the investigation-I still think my relationship with myself is worth trying to save, especially because the divorce would be an ugly affair.
“So many different worlds, so many different suns.
We have only just one world, but we live in different ones”
-From Brothers In Arms, by Dire Straits
We all live on one planet, but we do indeed live in vastly different worlds. My world, here in the G8 nations or the United Nations if I might dare to say, is the first in the heirarchy of those worlds. We are the commonwealth, whether we pay our respects to country, queen and god or not. We are the colonists, come from the first world to colonize what began as the netherworld and the new world; these were never a part of our own world, but rather, they were realms of the damned, for who would live so far from our glory and be worthy in the fringes of the primitive darkness without our first world utopia?
And so we came, with our flags and trinkets of station to lay claim to that which did not and still does not belong to us. For we of the first world are the only ones so foolish as to think we may lay claim of ownership upon the earth. No, no, the earth, it is widely recognized outside our ignorant fabrication of a colonized domain, owns us and will reclaim us into the dust from whence we were released to cause such misery. Where once we came to conquer professing salvation for the damned, converting the earths’ worshippers, worshippers of one world for all who dwell upon it, we now reign in tyranny over the second and third world; corporations are new and ignorant, mercilless overlords of the wastes these worlds have come to be in their over-reaping.
The dream-land of the first world is the nightmare of the rest of the world. The second world lies at the cusp, able to see the golden horizon of our lofty realm and the gloom of the third world below. The third world has been raped and left for dead. But we of the first world grow complacent and fat in our excesses, and the vigilance with which we colonized this earth grows stale.
Look at the numbers. The first world makes up less than a third of the human population. The other two thirds plus, the colonized, the neglected and imposed, their hunger grows, their resolve strengthens under the conditions we of the first world cannot or will not see. Some day soon, with nothing left in the world at large too pilfered to sustain the rest of the species, they will begin to come, to migrate to the first world, to destroy the first world. Surrender will not be an option, not to the colonies. If we are lucky and we are sincerely apologetic for our milleniums of division of one world for all into one world overuling two below it, then the fist world and the third world will be consumed by the second world and it will be again as one world, one world for all. Heaven will fall, hell will arise, and purgatory will emerge as the world that once was.
If we meet the masses of these hungry and the down-trodden at the gates of our church, our temple which is the first world, with impunity such as with which we have ever stood, we will be systematically destoyed-slaves have no use for slaves, only masters hanging from the branches of the tree of life.
