Jan Svankmajer

Jan Svankmajer - Dimensions of dialogue
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-brutally stabbed
-hot water wouldn't cool down
-blue gum on the side of his face
-"When I get out of law school that fucker is dead"
-didn't see my brother's face
-watching the Ninja Turtles
-comedic paramedics
-light blond hair, with receding hairline
-cleaned out James' room
-my father is going crazy

Camera Impotence and the Ceiling Show

So it finally happened. After years of neglect and general misuse the stock lens on my Canon EOS Elan IIe that I had been using on my new EOS Rebel XTi finally bit the big one on Thursday when I pulled it out of my bag. The base of the lens was showing signs of wear from the sections of plastic cracking off that I'd find every now and then in the bottom of my bag. It makes me look upon the days of yesteryear when camera bodies, lenses, and all other parts were made out of metal. Idiots like me are the reason why we should go back to the way things were. Or I could smarten up and get a case.

On a different note, if you ever wonder what goes on inside of a AF lens sit tight because I'll be posting images of my self-induced disaster. Meanwhile, here are some photographs from a show I did years ago with the EOS Elan IIe and that original lens.

Belated Turkey Day Photos (it was that good)

Ok, I know this is like two weeks late but I couldn't let it pass.

Liz was in town and we hooked up the Rusholme Ruffians for some Turkey Day eats. Paul thankfully saddled up to the helm and took control of the situation because if he didn't, there might have been a front page story featuring your heroes on Brock Ave due to my ambitions for a deep-fried Turkey Day.

The result was a masterfully executed feast with assistance from all sides and characters, including the ones that showed up to help eat and serve.

On the menu was (I can't remember exactly but this was the jist of it):

Cream of cauliflower soup with roasted garlic with fried sage leaves(sage pictured, soup not pictured)

Roasted butternut squash risotto with amaretti

Celery root mash with roasted garlic and mascarpone (not pictured)

Liz' special homemade cranberry sauce (which I found out was insanely easy to do)

Strawberry rhubarb pie

Steigls all around

and finally...

A 15 lbs turkey with pancetta and stuffing place in between the breast and skin resulting in a evenly cooked bird that fell apart when we tried to move it from the roasting pan.

With the exception of the turkey itself everything was vegetarian friendly and itis-inducing.

Thanks all!!

But I still want a deep-fried turkey god dammit!

Blameface is playing a free show at Dufferin and Queen (one block west of Dufferin) the night of Nuit Blanche (Oct. 4th 10 pm). We did up some hand made posters for the jam.

Have beer, will travel in the city of romance and heartbreak

St. Ambroise has a limited-time-only beer called the Great Pumpkin Ale that Liz found in a specialty grocery store in the Jean Talon market in Montreal and I must say, it's worth mentioning. Who knew hops and barley could live in harmony with the flavours of a pumpkin pie? Toronto, you're missing out.

In other news, some recent drama (that for once I was not involved in) has inspired me to verbalize how fortunate I am to have met a certain someone.

Hello!

Summa, summa, summa...time

A few things I have learned this summer:

I can get away with riding home on my bike drunk without much incident. Last Friday was certainly pushing since I, again, don't remember what route or what happened on the journey. This is not something to be proud of but I feel the need to mention it just to acknowledge the horseshoe wedged up my arse lest it may come shooting out at a very inopportune time. I was informed later that I tried to start a fight, and I also fell over riding around in circles.

Always trust your instincts when you first meet someone. There's always room for improvement but more often than usual my first impressions of someone are frighteningly accurate. I used to think I was just being a douche bag but now I have some grown man who does not believe in clean underwear, deodorant, not sleeping in cat piss mattresses, or anything else clean for that matter. The second floor is slowly being contaminated with toxic gases and I fear another months worth of exposure could lead to an environment that will no longer be able to sustain life. Hang in there Davey, we won't leave you behind.

Always bring an extra shirt. You sweaty fucking animal. I sweat a lot in the summer.

University Street is fun to bomb. A route that starts at Davenport and Keele that eventually takes you down University Street (dubbed accurately as the One Love Route) is a fun mash, especially at night. There is a bike lane, lights are pretty good, and it's on a gradual downhill slope which means you get to go really fast.

Seasonal ingredients make cooking a lot more interesting. While this may not be huge news to a lot of people, I found this obvious morsel of fact to be quite inspirational. Cooking with seasonal vegetables or fruits that change quite frequently, you're forced to be more imaginative and ultimately it's more inspiring to let your ingredients dictate your style. I believe peaches are still in season as with blueberries.

I'm sure there more that I haven't mentioned yet but this will do for now.