Archive for January, 2011

January 25, 2011

Just rambling on

Thank you for closing your window, because you think it’s cold at plus 7, shutting away that remade cacophony of disco era poot. I may leave mine open because I find it comfortable.
This theme, a barrage of Noiz which spews from my mouth or, which runs through my head when I believe I’m the only one upon this planet.
Through childhood I didn’t notice this behavior of intolerance. I saw a more limitless possibility to what was tolerated.
Having caught myself I now see more vividly this state of intolerance in the world around me.
It’s not so much on a personal level as it is on a state level which pushes us to define our boundaries both in physical space as well as our personal mental state.
Defining boundaries however implies limitation, and thus far I have seen only limitless possibility and potential, but a reluctance to exercise either because of the state of governance.
To govern is to hamper and limit, yet the masses clamor for more.

January 23, 2011

The Brandon Adventure

LGRYC Brandon Manitoba

LGRYC Brandon Manitoba

A week of cold and colder. This is what Brandon presented.
The trip to play outside and create the entry and centre piece for the LG Rock Your City concert. Eight to ten hour days in the cold was our part.
Starting on the 14th with the long drive from Winnipeg, work started with the filling of the fountain pond in Princess Park of downtown Brandon.
The centre piece of the fountain was then covered over with form-work and packed with snow to make way for the LG logo centre piece.
Four long curved entry walls were constructed using a slip form and they were sculpted with the Rocks Your City logos and branding.
A skyline was the continuity of the sculptures which depicted a large urban city completely unlike Brandon’s. The tall towers and multitude of office type structure showed that city of the indoor professional, not that city which Brandon is, as it is a rural hub of farmland which stretches out in all directions.
The concert event with snow board demonstration to be held on the 22nd is the culmination of the work as 5000 hopefully attendees will fill the park and of course beer garden as they rock out from noon until sunset.
The curious onlookers watched as the show set up, complete with large mobile stage used for such outdoor venues.
The local eatery across the road Komfort Kitchen provided us with warmth and their food was good to get the engine going in the morning.
A new population of immigrants reestablishing the forgotten downtown core provided most excellent food for the mid day meal. Each as authentic as the country of their origin, made with the ingredients available in this community and all supported by the locals who have never had such things.
The University of Brandon was our sleep spot. Dorm life certainly is something. It’s to bad they don’t provide the nutrition for the body as they progress to have for the mind. Soulless food and little chance for anything else with no facility to prepare something for ones self unless you are on a raw diet.
All in all it was a visit I would love to have again. Brandon is a wonderful small town with great architecture, lovely people and that bright endless prairie sky, complete with a full moon.

January 13, 2011

Life people, are you ready to live it?

With the wretched stench of the “New World Odor” now so pungent, that the performance of those that call, consider, and have propagated the masters class can no longer deceive. “Globalization”, and the fraud of “Free Trade” face their final and immanent collapse?
Many are becoming ready for a true taste of “Freedom”. Not everybody will be, a great number will be one of those who panic when there is no one to hold their hand and tell them what they can and cannot do.
Surely it will not be an easy go, but it is the way and the light.

So it is now coming to pass. The deception of thousands of years is being revealed, shown in all its ugly truth, as naked as the Emperor with no cloths. The book and all its derivative forms, we have had our noses stuck behind is closing on the final chapter. We should all by now be able to see past the covers which have hidden our eyes for so long, as this parasitic virus has infected the globe, shutting out our stories and our nature.
We are not a special creature on this planet, we are but one of the creatures on this rock hurtling through space on a journey of forever, for which there is no time.
We, as the other species which have come and gone, evolved or past on, all in a cycle with the cosmos are a part of “The Circle of’ Life”.
We are in connection with all yet disconnected from all and like the yoyo we are winding back up the string to be played out again to a new direction.
It is a great time to be here as witness to a new age. Born again to the same mother earth.

January 3, 2011

Playing with ice and snow

After a beautiful star filled night and a fabulous sunrise, the day began with the unpacking of the multitude of ice blocks and the build up of the great slide. Now that the ice has become tempered it can be readied for the sculptures, all with a Chinese theme.
The cutting now begins and the rough shape starts to appear. Soon another trailer of ice arrives, which seems to disappear rapidly, a hundred and sixty blocks should get up to the top of the pagodas and the massive entry gate, then three more truck loads, with 600 in total. The rest of the slabs will be cut and used as the slide to ensure the decent is swift and smooth, weeee.
The sun has gone away which is good for the ice, but the temperature has risen which is not so good for the ice or the snow.
Well now I’ve blasted through another mountain of ice. The temperature is dropping again and the main stacking is nearly complete. The big slide is getting it’s shape, a giant dragon. Still a lot of work, but moving along nicely.
Now we have completed the majority, the last odds and ends are being done to open the park to the public on the 13th. I’m beat after many long days. Off to the next project before the next and the one after that.
Can’t wait to hit the beach again.

January 1, 2011

What’s up on New Years Eve

Well, here I sit at the closing of the year. The past is behind me and the future is ahead and neither of them exists in real-time, because there is only the present. One could say that the past put us where we are and that what we are likely to do with what lies ahead, is pretty much the result of what the present has made of us, with a whole lot of assistance and obstruction on our part in the past.
I don’t have much use for New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day. This is one of those holidays when I stay around the home environs, the comfort places, with good friends indoors or out upon the beach. Another of these is Christmas. Since no one celebrates the message where I am these days, I don’t have to concern myself with that trivial propagated mentality. People like the symbolism of New Years though. This contentious amateur night on the highway.  A new year starts every day,  the idea of a fresh beginning, despite the certain tendency to repetition according to the patterns of the past.
For some reason, New Years is an excuse to get really drunk and celebrate. I’ve looked into this, trying to discover what it is that they are celebrating and I must admit that it isn’t readily apparent. Neither is the justification to drink yourself into a state of embarrassing behavior and a glazed eyed frenzy that has no payoff but regret. I’ll admit to extended bouts of partying in the past because of a general excess of enthusiasm but I generally didn’t need a holiday to provide a reason.
Are they celebrating the fact that they are still around? Are they celebrating what they hope against hope will come to pass for them? I think they’re looking for meaning,  wanting what they have, what they do, what is pursued to mean something. The fact is that none of it does and the surest proof of that can be found by looking back a few hundred years and transposing what they see, from where they are looking into where they are (or were), while someone else is looking into them later on.
The essential truth of life can be seen in a very simple way. Something is real and it endures. Everything else passes and the closer it is to the surface, the more quickly it passes. This indicates that what is real is deeper than everything else. Based on this, one could say that a successful life is one that is connected to something deeper and that unsuccessful lives are connected to the surface end of the equation. Of course, the inhabitants of the surface will argue otherwise but they’ll pretty much be arguing with each other because the deep doesn’t argue or even speak much at all.
On the surface, everything is an argument because everything is in conflict and competition with everything else. When you’re drunk and excited about something vague and unformed (and likely to stay that way, until you look back at it further on and define it your way) this is not what you will be thinking about. You’ll probably be overdosing on bonhomie, whose reason for existence will be much less clear the following day, or, you’ll be quietly or not so quietly angry. You won’t know the real reason and that will aggravate the anger more, because your resident truth awareness that’s locked out of sight will be agitating from the unseen location.
People think they know why they’re angry but usually they don’t. Something shows up to take the rap, of course, but that’s just a matter of convenience. People are angry because life doesn’t automatically adjust to their desires and they feel cheated when they find that the choices they made were bad ones. They looked much better at the time they were making them.
I’m trying to think what people should be celebrating this New Year’s Eve and, ironically, one of the reasons could well be that they are still here. At the same time, ironically, that could be no reason to celebrate. Time will tell.
I’m somewhere in the seeming wild, where you do not run into people while walking down the street. I don’t think I’ve ever had it happen in five years, day or night. I’ve had people come into my yard and I have neighbors a few hundred yards away and other neighbors that don’t live here but come around, still, I can go for days without speaking to or even seeing another person. Interestingly,  I’ll be able to hear the explosions and maybe even occasional snatches of music this evening. People like blowing shit up on New Year’s Eve. I don’t get that either. I’ve never been one for fireworks, even the spectacular displays but, of course, I take psychedelics and there are no fireworks on Earth to match that. In fact, there’s not much in ordinary existence, unless lived in extraordinary fashion, which does match it.
I know there are lots of people who have never taken them and are therefore authorities on the subject. Anyway, they’ve got alcohol and how could esoteric chemicals improve on that?
When I look at society I see a prison of conformity that takes its marching orders from a hierarchy of an oppressive minority that sets the standards for their behavior, without it applying to them. I see people willingly going to war for institutions that make war on them. I see madness, barely contained by threat of official response and.  That is definitely not going to work for much longer because the veil is lifting by the day and no amount of distraction is going to be enough to convince hungry and homeless people, a luminous bridge will soon appear, along with the keys to the gates of a shining city on the hill.
Everyone knows that there is a lot of room for improvement in their lives. Hardly anyone wants to make the sacrifices necessary to achieve it. The reason is that it means sacrificing some of the things that they have convinced themselves makes their lives worth living. That’s why life cycles through its stages, toward a final period of confusions and regret. Senility and rigid, uncontrollable compulsion are the result of fighting against your own best interests for the sum of your life. Fewer and fewer people can even recognize what their own best interests are but it won’t stop them celebrating it tonight and hoping for the appearance of meaning in this bright and shiny new year.
Most people die in January and I suspect February is right up there. The fewest people die in August. It’s something to think about. People will argue this is all about the weather. My suspicion is that just about everything people base their beliefs on is false when considered in the light of how they understand them, compared with what they actually mean in the deep end, the unspeakable end, the quiet zone of eternal being, which is not friendly to the dreams of butterflies and debutantes.
Here I am at the end of this piece and you would have thought I would have accented on the positive throughout. You would think I would want to be encouraging and passing along some celebratory words, telling, that not only is it going to be great, but that it’s going to be better than it’s ever been. Actually, it’s going to be a lot more like what it has been but with added dynamics and special effects.
It really is going to be great and better than fine if you are. We’re in a place where something is coming alive and it’s going to be pinging off of whatever housing contains it. If the housing has integrity then it’s going to ring when it pings. If it doesn’t then the structure of the housing will be experiencing a lack of structural integrity. That’s what happens when one age transposes into the next. What is authentic and true in respect of the needs of the new age, will find itself written into the institutions that come to represent the new way of things. What is not will be recycled. It’s a natural progression.
You have my good wishes that this year will grant you opportunity to make the changes that need to be made and then grant you the freedom that comes with it. You have my good wishes period. It’s going to be an interesting year.