WRITING

WEAKENING INTO STRENGTH

i wonder how many people are tuning in this week, having never heard of the Tragically Hip until news of Gord Downie’s untimely death made headlines, as celebrity deaths now seem to do. If you are Canadian it’s probably near 100% likely you know of the man, and definitely know the Tragically Hip. Social media has obliterated borders and now suddenly Americans are hearing the Hip,  probably wondering how in the hell they had never heard of a band that was so solid, so tight, so good, they’re listening to song after song, the hits of our schooldaze, video after video, and oddly getting a glimpse into the psyche of the working person’s Canada. This band was always speaking to the people, but somehow their appeal never went below the south of the 49th, and from the way Gord Downie remained  faithful to the Canadian way, you can tell he didn’t give a fuck. Fame never seemed like their angle, or destiny. But they are legend up here.

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Alex Grey and the Beastie Boys

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In 1994, the Beastie Boys released one of their highest selling classic albums, Ill Communication. Nestled into the usual mix of high energy rap, hiphop, funk and punk was a painting of Alex Grey’s, at the center of the double album. Adam Yauch, a founding member of the group, was a practicing buddhist, introducing a young fan base to numerous spiritual ideas. Alex Grey would encounter Yauch  at Buddhist ceremonies and speaking engagements  with the Dalai Lama. (http://alexgrey.com/press-media/interviews/interview-for-the-examiner/). His influence on the group placed the painting “Gaia” at the core of the album’s packaging.

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beat down

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jack, i understand where you were coming from, except i’m not a drunk. we all have our vices. no judgement. i wonder how different you might have been if you were submerged in this culture, looked around and saw the alcoholic stupor that has atrophied the best of our minds. granted it breaks down the inhibitions we have, the ones that stop us from being the thing we most want to be, but jack, the drinking killed your imagination. it stopped you from touching the true essence of the beauty you sought like every other poet to espouse as a reason for carrying on living. suicide is frowned upon in the Catholic religion, and you were devout only in as much as you could let the philosophy carry you through the emptiness of knowing nothing has any meaning. life death, can spin you out if you focus too much on meaning. use the heart as a compass and set sail into the unknown. only you can map the space accurately. drinking yourself to death obsessed with meaninglessness that even the spirits couldn’t lift you from. boredom and insanity.

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saying goodbye to winter

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There is a peak moment of every winter where I realize simultaneously that the season is in full swing, but that sadly it will also end. Unless you are a paid professional competing globally, involved in the industry or independently wealthy, the notion of a year long winter eludes the common folk. Most of the regular lovers of the snow, and fiends for the pow are at the mercy of the skies.

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ISOLATION PEAK

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han shan understood isolation and emptiness. he sought it out. same with kerouac on desolation peak. but when jack descended from the mountain he was irreparably broken by loneliness. the kind of loneliness that hanshan was looking for beyond the red dust. the sombre and silent roar of an empty forest and the wisps of smoke curling upwards from the pipe. some of us seek refuge in the simplicity, the elimination of all concerns and appreciation for the splendour of even the most simple of things.

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the unfathomable emptiness

in a search for the meaning of everything
the myth of significance painting illusions as beautiful
as any being could hope to witness
a feeling of love so deep
that nothing else matters
so empty it’s full

Logical Attractions and the Art of Evolution

 

PrintYou know, it was just too damn easy for ignorant people to make jokes about how the world did not end on Dec.21,2012. A lot of us watched feeds, internet blogs, newspapers, TV lit up with people saying “i told you so” as if somehow there was a culpable perpetrator of the new age myth that the world was supposed to end on that date.

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Standing Sideways & Moving Forward

birth of a dream

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Snowboarding collided with the world of my brother and I in 1986. We were a couple of kids who had spent half their lives on skis, at the top of a mountain. It was a  typical lake louise easter morning, not very crowded, spring day on the slopes . We were always happier when the lineups were smaller. A few snowboarders emerged at the top of Eagle Lift. This was a total rarity, and we stalked them for as long as we could. They were pros, jamie mosberg (mouse) and another dude from the Avalanche team. We knew their names because we had seen snowboards in ski magazines and on film. The ski industry was catching wind of this growing sport and allowing it on mountains. This was a true eye opener. We were in the presence of the beginning of the modern era of snowboarding. It was a time when there were literally 4 snowboarders on the hill at any time. We knew we had to do it. There was no question. It was hard to know where to begin.

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Altruism & unabashed abstraction


it’s an unspeakable hour of the morning and i have woken to catch the early AM ferry from saltspring to vancouver. It’s a milkrun so it will allow me a good 3 hours to get some of the jumbled thoughts in order. I have to drive to Nelson today and i probably wont make it there until 10pm or later so i’m looking at a long day of being alone with my thoughts, as will be the drill for the next few months as i hunker down for a partnerless winter in a snowy interior bc town.

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Currents Become Waves

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The acceleration of time towards the eschaton doesn’t phase me as much as it did when i first encountered the memes back in the 90’s. Earlier I wrote about Terrence McKenna as an influence on my early adult life. This post will expand on the field and lead right up to the moment i discovered the internet. It’s a brief history of time spent digging around the vaults of the esoteric writers, the fringe conspiracy nuts, the cultural commentators and critics who still remain relevant today. The point of this post is not to chronologically drop the names of influential authors, as it is to examine how interest in the subjects we choose will always increase the synchronicities around you regarding the subjects. When the subject of the book / information itself is synchronicity, things get abstractly synchronous, alarmingly fast. Before i read some of this literature, i was blissfully unaware that a rich tradition of lateral thinkers and philosophical edge surfers could exist. I was unaware of the timelords and trippers who were fiendishly compiling research decades after their psyhedelic illuminations in the 60’s. I had no idea what was out there outside of the school curriculum and what a kid in Regina Saskatchewan, son of an oilman, could get his hands on.

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VOTE OR DIE


In the semi ironic world of status updates and hasty twitter opinions, a lot is being said about elections and the US 2012 presidential campaign. No one seems to be able to be taken seriously. On one side of the coin is the absurdity of ultra rich old people wanting to vote for a billionaire mormon because they don’t want higher taxes. So many photos of sad looking white dudes . On the other side of the coin is the Goldman Sachs backing of a supposedly liberal candidate, effectively revealing that the two sides of the same coin clearly come from the same bank.This has fractured the populace who wish to actually vote for a person they believe is a good leader and will represent what they want. An abundance of amateur analysts (much along the lines of what i just did) are abosorbing the implications of their country’s elections. Us Canadians have no right to faceplam. We are arguably more guilty than the Americans of being lame voters.

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falling and falling again

paradoxes always abound in fall. the liveliness of the colours of leaves at their peak is actually the indication of their death. already i miss the cloudless sky though i dream of water becoming crystalline every night. the feverish new agery that talks of coming shift of consciousness around the winter solstice is met by equalized assertions of the absurdity of the apocalyptic prophecies.

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“Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better than what came before”
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When i get get overly pessimistic and critical, it does not take too long before I am polarized to the other end of the spectrum. Call it conscience, or paranoia, obsession with how I am perceived and received by others, but usually I come to regret my most critical observations and standpoints, simply because of their negativity. This world has patterns of behaviour and daily attrocities so unforgivable that it requires restraint to not be violently angry and reactive. Part of human evolution seems to be the continual struggle to overcome the fear of dying enough to trust all the other humans around. The news media would have us believe the world is simultaneously evolving perfectly, or near collapse. It’s not easy to gauge truth or purpose in a world of unfixed meaning. We are entering the void, and it seems like staying afloat will be all about remaining positive when the true bleakness sets in.

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Enter the Onbeyond

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This is the first post in the next level vessel for what has become of the writer i once was. This place will be full of typos, i guarantee it. sometimes i wont even use caps. i reserve the right to speak freely here, opinions, poetry, just straight up realness here and if you don’t agree you can post a comment. i’m always open to other opinions, but it’s quite likely i won’t agree with your disagreement. apparently i can be annoyingly opinionated this way, or arrogantly pedantic, as some have commented on more mainstream media networks like facebook. i’ve decided that it’s worth it to just blog again. remind myself what it was like once to be devoured by the words. i don’t recall the last book i read from end to end. life has become a series of articles and status updates. it’s time to go back to earlier times, when a post had something to chew on, worth examining.

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