Thursday, April 30, 2009
09-4-29
"...in life there are two kinds of walks. The first is when you walk out the door and know you're coming back. The second is when you walk out the door and know you're never coming back."
-Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief
"The romantic in me likes to believe that we're all hopeless, lonely creatures and that we're all just grasping for some way to relate. Sometimes it feels like the internal problems within us are just going to bubble over, and when we feel alienated from everyone around us and the eloquent words evaporate before they reach our lips, it only makes sense we'd develop some sub-dialect to get us by. In those mements when human connection is necessary for our continued survival, that's when we speak in the coded language of our time. That's when we talk about the weather."
-Jack Saturn, We Ain't Got No Car! #7
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
09-4-21
Home to "noise" on any given night. It used to be a strip joint and if you walked by the Cobalt on a hot summer night when the front door was propped open and you were lucky you would be able to see all the way to the back of the building where naked ladies graced the stage. You can see in lights above the door the word "girl." The lights are still there for the "girls girls girls" marquee but only the central "girl" still lights up promising a single female entity within its confines. It, like most everything else in this city, is slated for gentrification. One day a nice, comfortable brew pub will be conveniently found here but in the mean time I hope to spend more time at the Cobalt where, at last call, you can buy a king can of Pilsner and they might "forget" to open it for you.
09-4-18
09-4-17
A polar opposite to yesterday's post. Completely unretouched and straight out of the camera. It's very satisfying in its banality whereas yesterday's image made me angry in its distortion and interpretation. There's no good reason to like this photograph which is a very good reason to like this photograph. I appreciate its honesty.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
09-4-3
I'm reading a book called "The Middle Stories" by Canadian author Sheila Heti. It's a type of free flowing thought that loosely becomes stories or at the very least ideas about stories. It's a quick read, you can find the whole thing on her web page and then decide afterwards if you want to send her a buck or two for writing them. My impression of these stories is that they are, well, random. They are written by intuition rather than being thoughtful, contrived narratives. The length of each story supports this, being long enough to contain a thought but not long enough to contain a thoughtful thought. Is this good? It's honest. I like honest.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
09-3-30
09-3-29
This is the Bowness part of Calgary and though even it hasn't entirely escaped the rampant gentrification that a city with too much money forces its more modest neighborhoods to endure there is a lot of Bowness that looks just like it did 20 years ago. I wanted this one to look like a 20 year old photograph with its "off" colour balance. The easy part was finding houses that looked the part without telltale signs of the 21st century lying about.
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