Monday, June 29, 2009

Happy Pride

I have been consumed by the move. That, along with my having packed, and thus becoming too lazy to retrieve for use, my camera, means I didn't take any photos of Pride, this year. He Who Has Landed got a couple of good shots of us posing with marketing hotties, but his USB cable is packed.

I gotta say professional packers (not what you think, ahem, instead they are the guys who come from the moving company and box everything) move through one's space as if locusts across a wheat field during a dry prairie smmer. They pack EVERYTHING. I left a subway token on top of a credenza and it was packed. The dog's food dish, in the sink being cleaned. Packed.

A separate crew arrives in about an hour to pack the big art (18 paintings!) into custom made wooden crates.

I did run in the Pride and Remembrance Run (have run it since its beginning) -- 26:42, which ain't bad given I run exactly once a year now. Movement involving my legs is,ah, restricted today. Cardiovascularly, there wasn't a single issue, so all the dog walking has helped a little. And not surprisingly, really, since my just-sub 27 minute 5k run is really not much better than I could do if I'd chosen to walk it fast....

In any event, Happy Pride. More about everything when we get settled in Edmonton.

Good bye Toronto.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

On Iran

The thing is, that whatever is going on in Iran at the moment, politically, socially, is not a revolution, of course. It is most certainly protest, which may or may not lead to revolution. The chances of it leading to revolution (read, affecting profound change away from the political status quo) are slim, anorexic really, given the "moderate" who "lost" the "election" is moderate only in a very relative sense. For example, compared to the current (contested ?) President of Iran, Dick Cheney is a moderate.

What we need not forget, and few are talking about this (thanks be to The Big Bang for The New York Times and some European papers, among other not widely read or watched news media, but even there the discussion is lost), is that the self proclaimed "martyr" in this is NOT against the power holding religious whackjobs who actually run Iran. Well, I don't know his mind, but he certainly didn't run for President to overthrow the mullas.

What is exciting in a Solidarity, or the wall is coming down sort of way on the political change continuum is that there is bold protest in Iran, that people are standing up for what they believe in and are willing to have their heads bloodied (or removed as the case may be) in support of that belief. The realist in me, however, continues to drag my mind to a historical spring in Prague -- not because in anyway the two situations are the same, but because of what power can do when it is threatened and holds the ultimate recourse of power -- military might (violence).

Unfortunately for lovers of Western styled democracy and the right to drill for oil wherever you want, or to manufacture big energy inefficient cars that people don't want until the people fork over lots of dough to give the manufacturer enough life to continue to make those cars the people don't want, is that the ayatollah structure ain't going nowhere in Iran. WHOEVER is named president will not change (revolutionize) a thing. Granted, that is so very true in a Western democracy, as well, so granted the level of debate and tone of rhetoric could change (which is all we really get on election day in the West) and things could appear or even become more civil if Admadinejad's mouth were smacked by his having to give up the corner office. But, and its a biggie, Iran would remain at its political heart a political and philosophical enemy of the West.

Yes, there are reports that Iran's religious leaders are considering a wee makeover of the religious based power structure, which is news comedy at its grandest. So to be clear, the mullas are plotting to strip themselves of power? Oh dear.

But back to the protests. The projection onto those dying and bleeding in the streets of Iran the hopes and dreams of democrats everywhere is of course, simply, hope. Misguided, as it may be. That others might know our freedom which, political cynicism and bitterness aside, we have in spades in the West, prompts us to effectively lose our minds and cheer on the dying and bloodied from the comfort of our armchairs, or The Big Bang forbid, by "tweeting."

Which brings me to what prompted this blog. I heard a debate on the CBC last week as to whether the "Iranian Revolution", by which was meant the current clash between one ruling elite and another, would have been possible without Twitter. Not even Dr. Laura has energized such a need to reach into my radio and throttle as did that discussion. I do belive that social media are proving effective at allowing protestors in Iran to communicate and coordinate their efforts for maximum result. And if so, that would be a tool not before available.

But to suggest as I'm now hearing ad nauseum that because the West (read, news media in the West) are getting reports out of Iran via Twitter and its brethren with more characters than 140, the holders of power in Iran, those bloodying heads, are less likely to succeed is ludicrous. If Twitter helps "get the news out to a waiting world" the world still has to do something if there's to be any true consequence of breaking silence. Iran's leadership ultimately doesn't give a damn about what the rest of the world thinks, in any event, so to suggest that when it is fighting for its very specific hold on power that if ABC and the New York Times can generate support outside of Iran...

Backup a second. Any ban of foreign media in Iran during the conflict has nothing to do with what in the end is PR, or building support outside of the country for the protestors. No, the ban is to ensure that there is no coverage that the INTERNAL audience can see which is critical of leadership, and thus motivating for the protestors. The real usefulness of twitter et al must surely exist if they allow those actually protesting to remain in touch and to know they are not alone! But, again, unless the West is going to invade Iran (or turn to some other at the moment unknown leveraging device) in support of the protestors as a result of the information we're able to access (because, say of the ruling elite's inability to block Twitter), well then that WE know about things via Twitter is useless; as contextual-less as most news in our lives.

To suggest that it is somehow instrumental to a (misnamed) fight for "justice" that Sally and Bob in Ohio or New Brunswick can follow the action in Iran is just stupid.



Monday, June 22, 2009

Glass Features


A porcelain face from PJ's cabinet of fine curios.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Worn clay bricks on a rusted iron stake leaning toward Lake Ontario at the end of the Leslie Street Spit


As I owe at least three people photos I've taken I thought I'd prove to myself (e.g. appease my guilt for my sloth in the digital dark room) that I could actually post a photograph.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

WW

I've got so much to blog about, what with no longer being at the Y, and getting a new job and thus needing to move to Edmonton in a couple of weeks.  And blog about all that I will but that takes some mental work and it's easier to drift through youtube or offing the enemy Helgast on PS3.

Or to watch the entire six seasons of The Sopranos in less than three weeks -- beautifully I made it, despite ALL the media hype surrounding the last episode, made it without knowing until the final moments whether Tony got whacked or not.

Speaking of tv, of all the excellent tv shows I've watched on DVD, The West Wing remains untouchable.  There are better scenes than the one I'm about to link to (I think of the one in which POTUS damns god and his punishments in the Cathederal), but few are as satisfying moments as this one in which the writers (and a damn fine actor) show the promise of what could be accomplished if power were to be balanced (in the same head) with will, intellect and a true sense of morality. Sure, it's fiction, but one can dream :)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

I am petrie dish, hear me cough...


I've been to Alberta twice in the past month; Edmonton and Calgary both.  Edmonton for job interviews and to visit friends there, Calgary visiting friends.

One of my dearest friends lives in Calgary, where I met her years ago, with her hubby and their two kids. The kids are 5ish and sub three.  It has become cliche for me to ALWAYS leave their home with whatever childcare or kindergarten snot carried virus I can manage to acquire during the fun -- I was most often prey for two dinosaurs on these latest visits.  Remarkably I took home a dry cough cold the first time; that lasted two weeks, ending just about the time the second visit started.  The day home from visit two and I had a NEW cold with very different symptoms.

Hate to break the virus sharing track record Noah, Maya and I have :)

Kids, but older, in Edmonton too -- offspring of two folks who I consider family.  Less snot or wrestling with their kids though, given the ages -- sadly (happily? :) I missed much of the runny nose periods of Duncan and Evelyn.  

The photo?  Snapped by mother Kelly who was handling my D3.  The pose?  One I've struck for years, usually with the comment, "Gotta light?  Man, I gotta stop smokin'!  It's killing my nose."


Sunday, May 03, 2009

Memorial (and) balloon


A red helium ballon caught on the WWI memorial in Calgary's memorial park on rainy (turning to snow later) day in April.

[The dearth of posts isn't entirely the fault of my inherent slothfulness, but also blogger that had refused for a couple of weeks to publish my ramblings...]

Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Poet, Moira MacDougall



Moira MacDougall, pictured here (in a portrait I took -- I used to work with Moira and she delightfully asked if I might take the bio shot for use on her book), will have her first collection of poetry published on June 8th by Tightrope Books where you can find more about her book,Bone Dream.
Moira is also a poetry editor at The Literary Review of Canada.
I for one can't wait to read her verse.
Congrats Moira! 

   

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Bunny and blue chalk


A sidewalk artist outside the Toronto Eaton Centre, his hands darkened by his dusty media.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

"...nothing to do with Canadian Landscape Painting."

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Always widely promulgate your ascension to Sun God


So I was walking up behind He Who Is Now Landed to rub his head as he worked at the computer -- failing to let him know I'd become a Sun God -- when he caught my reflection in the monitor after lifting his head at the sense of heat... 

So, remember, announce any sun god ascension to your loved ones.


Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Omnipotent


It has been suggested to me by a professional that I need to exude all the confidence I can during my search for a new job.

So, I give you Steeboo, Sun God of Communications.

And sorry about the lack of photos/blogging. I'm, ah, er, um, busy.  I promise an update or five soon.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Enough Said



[The candles come from a cake baked (with Guinness) by Frank, served following a delightful meal by PJ & K and shared with J and M and T & T. All in all a lovely b-day dinner]

Friday, March 13, 2009

black and white surfer

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Plunge


Near day's end two kids leap from a pier in PV.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Sundry PV




Oddly, I love pelicans -- flocks of 'em in PV. More pelican shots and my minor history with them, soon. Here, this guy captures some of the morning's red rays before diving for fish.

I've mentioned that on the calmest day the surf is less than gentle in PV -- pictured here, Tyler prepares for his shorts to be filled with sand.

The other shot was taken simply as a result of my love of yellow eye glass frames. Really.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

PV Art




A couple of public pieces of art in PV and one "mask" or bust in a shop (closed or surely I'd have bought this!) -- there was another bust next to the one pictured here but the sun was hitting the window directly and the only angle that allowed any shot included this piece only.

I don't know who the wet algae covered guy is (no interpretive sign of any sort) but he's got a very god like look to him;

Just loved the lines of the bronze sax player and her flowing ponytail.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Beach





Parasailing marketing.

Morning rush hour at the PV pier.

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Sporting Type





Among the greatest charms of Puerto Vallarta as a holiday destination a la sun is the fact it is NOT a fenced off resort. Old Town PV surrounds the hotels which are mostly along the beach. One actually sees residents going about their daily lives -- on the Sunday we were there the locals equalled the number of tourists on the beach in many places.

The only person working here is the guy with the yellow rope. It was his job to swim out to the boat and bring the tow line into shore for the parasailors. He also harnessed them, caught them upon landing and gathered up the deflating parachute. The surfer and his pal watched counltess waves for every one they charged -- the boards they were using were this skimming boards so they would run from shore into the surf which is always heavy it seems in PV.

The soccer goalie had three friends kicking the ball at him; the ocean his net to mind.

The volleyball player held the court in front of our hotel all day on Sunday so it seemed to me -- most games were locals against the tourists.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Thar She Blows




Went whale watching in PV.

Chose a tour given in a small Zodiac, which was good for speed and getting in as close as the law allows, but I learned it was not so great for providing any kind of stable base for taking photos. Case in point is the shot here of the humpback calf breaching -- totally out of focus as I was standing up in a boat that was not only on the ocean but was moving forward under power at the time of the shot; as well, the breaching was a gift and it came unpredictably and without any warning as to location... All the fast shutter speed and anti vibration technology couldn't save the shot with that sort of movement.

The back/tail and tail shots are of a young adult male.

What the camera did not capture was the singing of the whales captured by a hydrophone dropped overboard -- perhaps the most amazing thing I've ever heard.

The other great noise on the trip was our guide (a biologist) blowing a whistle and screaming at private boats (such as the one picture in the shot here) to move back to the required distance.

Sunset on Puerto Vallarta



Taking a one week vacation is sheer folly at the best of times; insanity itself when leaving Canadian weather in February for the near perfect weather of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

This shot from the balcony of PJ & K's condo digs in PV.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ice on a wire


Yorkville, Toronto.

Monday, February 09, 2009

And now for something a tad more colourful and cheerful


A couple of blown glass birds in the window of an glass works art gallery in Yorkville.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Monday Cometh II (it's gonna stick to my boots)


Few things enrage (sadly, quite literally) like idiots who don't pick up after their dogs. The pseudo spring we just had heightens the problem as the white recedes and the shite floats, so to speak, into view...

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Young Tree


I promise these not much of anything shots will end soon -- at such time I actually photograph something interesting or beautiful. Mind you gotta love the bokeh (24-70, 2.8; and it must have been wide open as it was dusk).

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Camel Nose


This two humper was featured at Toronto City Hall's Winter Festival events last weekend. Yah, that makes sense -- camels and ice and snow; perhaps a camel should become Toronto's mascot for winter tourism...

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Drift


Outside a cheap hotel on Jarvis Street.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Trashed


Self portrait reflection in a broken mirror in a trash can in front of a red tile wall on Jarvis Street.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Monday Cometh


And there's no escape from it!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Goose Bumps and Tears Day


Well, it's here. The day a black man becomes POTUS. I woke up with goose bumps at the thought and the power and hope of it.

Obama said something yesterday close to he's "just" becoming President, it's not like he's MLK. Nothing makes a cynic weep like such belief.

I am not so presumptuous to give the new President advice drawn from MLK's famous speech (for I can't imagine Obama hasn't got it memorized from familiarity) but my hope is that MLK's words are taken literally, as strategy, over the next 100 days.

The new administration must ensure that revolution is upon us, that it does not swallow the "...tranquillizing drug of gradualism." And that it embraces MLK's cry that there will be a "rude awakening if it's business as usual."

The "dream" portions have the most currency in people's memories of that speech, but my favourite line has always been (and it makes a good goal for the new President) and it goes something like: "We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream." I can cry just typing that line.

The remarkable thing is a speech is going to be given today on the same mall that I doubt will be as powerful as MLK's, but that will mean so much more given the Office the deliverer will hold.

Hope is a wonderful thing.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Winter Continues


Such a blah photograph -- particularly since I saw the best sunrise on Saturday morning I've ever seen in Toronto, without comparison, and I had consciously decided not to take my camera with me (I set it out the night before but still left it behind). Yah nothing makes for great photographs like being so lazy one leaves the camera at home.

Anyway, blah it is, but this shot beats yet another day passing without a new blog entry.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Dear Mr. President Elect, About that Portuguese Water Dog


I understand the Obamas have narrowed the type of puppy choice to either one of the 'doodles or a Portuguese water dog (PWD).

I ask your Mr. President Elect only if there is content insurance at the White House should you go with the PWD. Oh, as well, the scenario I see, as discussed in the dog park this morning by those who have witnessed a certain PWD growing up (see photo), is one in which the North Korean ambassador is hastily called to the White House with the instructions to bring liver treats as the First PWD has the launch codes and has decided to go obedience AWOL, well 'cause it's in the PWD DNA.

Please choose the 'doodle, Sir. The safety of the Free World rests, as will most things you do from January 20 onward, on your decision.