Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Bacon


This photo has never ceased to fall out of my head.
Yes, it is a man sitting in a chair with two halves of an animal hanging above him.
Francis Bacon did a series of paintings titled "Heads" that depicted, in much distortion, non-specific rulers of the papal states in history (He lived in the mid 1900s).
This is another from the set:

He has been suspected of manic depression. He had high-wired, unrealistic and delusionally happy views of his life that could snap back in seconds to making statements proclaiming the absolute hopelessness of human existence as naturally as breathing. These are the times that his paintings seemed to most represent.
The characteristics of his work are mutilated bodies, death, nakedness, spasmodic scenes and dream sequences.
In the 80's he was the most expensive living artist.
I love his paintings for the pure reason that they are so evocative. They are serious instalments whether you buy an original, a print or just a google image from your printer.
Francis Bacon, my friends.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Classic T+S

I loved Tegan's voice during this period.
Their very first album Under Feet Like Ours album sounded so raw and grimey, like "I've been smoking way too much and snarling at people, oh and look at me play my guitar super low, near my crotch". They first released it in 1999 and then re-released in 2001.
This song floors me though, really.
Somehow in all the dykey, rough and tough, leatherness of it, there's such a softness..
in both of them.
This song is why I was originally a Tegan person.
(Also, one of my favourite past-times is tracing Tegan and Sara's chronology through their hairstyles).
I'm really, really looking forward to seeing them at the Gorge at the end of May. Maybe I'll get Sara to meet me side-stage for some casual conversation.
So here... This is everything.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Runaways

The movie "The Runaways" by Floria Sigismondi features Dakota Fanning (Amityville Horror) and Kristen Stewart, (Twilight) and recalls the story of The Runaways' band who peaked in the late 70's.
I had no exectation for the movie after "Bella"'s character in Twilight, but it really blew me out of the park.
Check some of these photos out.
Lots of lesbo gals are absolutely stumbling over Kristen's character which vaguely resembles Kate Moenig's in the L-word (but way better).
This is a video of the original performance of the Runaways featuring Cherie Currie and Joan Jett on the Japan leg of their tour.
This however, is a trailer for the movie, with a lot of clips of the rendition from the song that Dakota Fanning did as Cherie Currie.
Tell me how much you're falling for Dakota's Cherie.
So much love, so much passion. I think Dakota almost nails the vocals too.
Such beautiful production and direction.
The shower shot of Dakota Fanning in the movie is unreal which you can only see in the real movie (also Kristen's scene in the bath tub).
Watch it if you haven't already.
I don't care if you download it or if you pay $13 to go see it, just see it.

The Jordan



This is a National Geographic Photo of two kids washing up in the Jordan River.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Frida is aloof.

My cat Frida is so seriously deranged that I could see her doing something like this.
As of now, she will creep through the bathroom door when I run out naked to grab my exfoliant from my room and then lie on her back as all the steam washes over her as she looks up with a blind amazement.
And while I'm drying off, she'll hop up to the ledge of the bath and then finally leap into the bath awkwardly and lick up all the little leftover droplets.
Does this mean that I don't give her fresh water often enough? No, not at all.
She's just weird, like this cat.

Human Cat Perch

The most perfect cat in the entire animal kingdowm.

yell saccani



I looked at this photo for a really long time before making anything of it and I'm still not totally sure what I make of it.
It looks to me like she could be going either way - from a beautiful pose to some kind of rush or escape, or from a blurry body-thrash to a serene yet dominant pose.
The in-between of the two polars of the image is so up to the viewer's decision and I really like that.
Personally I think it captures more of the escape - like she could've met someone in a place that had really sexy music, had a four-word conversation and knew they wanted to leave together and as he was pulling the shutter down for the first time, she saw a rat... or a knife. Or the exposure was just left open for a while and just happened to catch a lady who was slipping from her bedroom to her laundry room to pull on her robe that just finished in the dryer.
Check out yell saccani for more photos like this, especially from his "BLUR" collection.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Have you seen this?

So I was watching TV the other day and I came across this commercial.
I think it is absolutely hilarious that they are making a mockery of all the other thousands of tampon and pad commercials that make women out to be these flowers who only need good period protection because they want to wear "white spandex", go dancing and play piano.
Of course those are all great things but this makes me feel like actual women are starting to get in on ad campaigning for "feminine products".
What a strange concept!
Go Kotex!
And if you're feeling like furthering your giggle, read this by Gloria Steinem:

If Men Could Menstruate
by Gloria Steinem


A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior - even though the only thing it really does is make the more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles. Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis envy is "natural" to women - though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb envy at least as logical.
In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless - and logic has nothing to do with it.
What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?
The answer is clear - menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.
Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields - "For Those Light Bachelor Days," and Robert "Baretta" Blake Maxi-Pads.)
Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve in the Army ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priest and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for our sins?") or rabbis ("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean").
Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month ("you MUST give blood for the revolution"), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment. Street guys would brag ("I'm a three pad man") or answer praise from a buddy ("Man, you lookin' good!") by giving fives and saying, "Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!" TV shows would treat the subject at length. ("Happy Days": Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in "Blood Brothers"!)
Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself - though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man.
Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets - and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?
Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.
And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly. "Your husband's blood is as sacred as that of Jesus - and so sexy, too!": Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions ("Vampires were our first freedom fighters!") Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . .
In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.
If we let them.

Love this to pieces.



Boo!
So ghostly.
Check out more of Jonathan Pierce NOW.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Middle East

This is so beautiful, I'm so moved. Especially when the female vocals come in and the harmonies that follow.
Oooh, I'm melting.
Please, hear it out by clicking this and not turning back.
Grab the person nearest to you and sway.

Tastebuds.



Myself being a huge fan of Mrs Vickie's to begin with, I was more than ready to dive into the adventure of this "New!/Nouveau!" flavour.
Yes, you read right - Balsamic Vinegar and Sweet Onion.
Two things I already spend a lot of my time consuming in other ways.
I've had a bit of a hard time finding them since the discovery but I'm pretty sure Save-On Foods has them pretty regularly, not 7/11 though.
A salty, sourish, sweet combo sure to tantalize your whole being, from your eyebrows to your intestines, they are by far the best from Mrs Vickie, wherever she is.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Not Drinking Any Green Beer


Photo by Megan Ghiroli.

My dimly-lit eggplant purple room,
freshly cleaned,
no clothes on the ground, no things on my desk,
smells like my shampoo and my -
candles, four strangely shaped candles,
one-day old washed sheets!
CAKE - chocolate cake with white confetti icing with two layers of icing,
my silk robe on my naked skin,
my feet in slippers,
laptop on my lap,
catching up on e-mails with my friends,
petting my Frida,
finishing an assignment I've been procrastinating pretty hard on,
happy to be alone without my phone that I left at my lady-friend's house,
thinking of the weekend,
thinking of drinking all that caffeinated tea I just bought so I can stop my coffee addiction,
thinking of taking photos with my camera and the three rolls of film that haven't been fondled in at least a week.
This is my March 17th,
Google told me it's my... St Patricks Day?

Happy St Patricks Day.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Takes 3 To Tango

Alright, so this all makes me feel so giddy.

First, let your ears soak in this.

Secondly, listen to some of this song.

Now, listen to this song.

This is such a beautiful thing about music! I love the idea of parodies and covers.
There's something about songs being redone and re-wired and re-strung and re-formed and just re-, re-, re- that makes it such an amazing medium of art (like DJing too).
I think if you're covering or mixing a song, you're not saying that you're making it better than the original, just putting your own spin on it, creating new things, and taking the ideas of it, and totally turning it into something else.
Does it take away from the legitimacy of the original? I say absolutely not.
It's more like a breeding ground for appreciating the original as a stem and creating new ideas from that stem.
Maybe one day all music will have already been made and this will be the only thing left for artists to do! Probably not for another couple hundred years though.

So which is your favourite?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Telephone

This video is fabulous. I'm so impressed.
You must be 18 years or older to watch this link on Youtube but I'm sure if you tried, you could find other versions that aren't restricted.

Yes, I think Lady Gaga is an artist.
She dares, she steps out of line, she makes people feel uncomfortable.
She's the only person in the very poppish, mainstream eye who has actually been daring enough to do bring a weird, abstract artsy feel into the mix of music.
People thought Impressionist paintings were fugly knock-offs of the Classics until a few people caught on and allowed the beauty of it's unconventionality to hit them.
They were open-minded enough to let art say something different in a new way.
This has really been the way all the best and biggest artists have become... the best and the biggest. Because it causes abbrasion, it gets people talking. People have to go over it in their heads a few times to actually figure out what they think about it. Like listening to a radio condom commercial with your mom before you've even had your first period... (sound of crickets).

One of my friends asked me "Has bold and important art turned from Goya to Lady GaGa?"
So I say sort of, yeah.
Art develops with the times and art itself changes the times.
How many people even look at art anymore? Tiny, private galleries on the street or the local library's exhibits or the big ones in the core of their cities?
I'd say with gusto that more people would rather be at home on their computers, watching TV or movies, or gaming to which I will attribute the influx of artistry in film, music, photography and graphic design.
Of course with all this technology there has been a serious loss of focus and appreciation on the physical arts like sculptures and paintings.
But I have to say I'm pretty okay with it. It makes sense. Whatever medium artists want to use to get their ideas across to the maximum number of people, I think they should.
So times have changed:
from no phones to cord-full house phones to cellphones for everyone in your family including your dog; Bronte novels to blogs; Francis Bacon and Schiele's raunchy and eerie paintings to the neo-eerie videos of Lady Gaga.
Enjoy.

HK




My best friend Cliff who lives in Hong Kong found these two shots.
I think they are truly fabulous and (from what he's told me) representative of some of the amazing street culture that exists over there.
Such extreme colours in the one on the bottom and so raw.
Keep sending, Cliff.

Mark your Calendars

"On Sunday, March 21st, a white supremacist group referring to themselves
as “Advocates for White Civil Rights” founded by “president” Travis Annan
and “vice-president” Lee Peacock is planning to march through Coquitlam,
Burnaby and Vancouver. They plan to assemble at Braid skytrain station in
New Westminster at 12 noon then proceed down the line, marching between
stations, and ending at the Vancouver Art Gallery. After this, they have
stated their intention to proceed to Burnaby Mountain Conservation Area,
where they plan on holding a “feast”, in their words. Given the secluded
nature of this area, and the fact that their group includes known violent
offenders, and has demonstrated hostility towards visible minority groups,
this poses an unacceptable threat to public safety. There is currently a
petition to the city of Burnaby, to deny them usage on those grounds.

Numerous groups are massing in opposition to this, there will be a
Multicultural Pride march assembling at Braid station at 11am on the same
day, and proceeding along the same planned route. There will be a wide
variety of entertainment, performances and general revelry at the event,
it is intended to be a peaceful celebration of the lower mainland’s
multicultural community; people of all race, culture and creed are
welcome. There will also be a cohesive, organized presence there, to
prevent any of the participants from being harmed. We are after all
dealing with violent offenders, who have a track record of assaulting
visible minorities. The concept of “white pride” is protected under
freedom of speech, despite the fact that it is being used as a thin veneer
to mask the promotion of hate crimes. We recognize and appreciate this right,
we do not intend to block their planned march. We are there to present the
differing viewpoint, in a safe, positive and fun manner. We ask that all
interested members of Vancouver’s diverse ethnic and cultural
communities join us; to celebrate the differences between us, and to
demonstrate to these individuals and groups that racial hatred
will not go unchallenged in this area."

Need I say more?
Definitely come out and support these groups that are in the anti-rally rally.
Sunday March 21st, at Braid Skytrain Station at 12 noon.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Gendercide

A few months ago I came across a paper written by Amartya Sen, (a so-called "Mother Teresa of Economics" for his work on famine, human development theory, welfare economics, the underlying mechanisms of poverty, gender inequality, and political liberalism) called "More than 100 Million Women Are Missing" that discusses a mysterious hole in history where he estimates should've been 100 million females. From sacrificing women in ancient religious ceremonies, to court-killing women for being infertile, to conviction of "witch craft" leading to burning at the stake, to the Montreal Massacre, to the Pickton trials, to the effects of China's one-child policy, Sen explores and tries to predicate where this ridiculous number of women have really gone and why.

The latest edition of The Economist Magazine released a piece titled "Gendercide" which follows a very similar suit to the work by Sen.
It discusses the truth about the mass abortions and murders of girls based solely on the fact that they are... girls. There is discussion about the harsh reality of this very normalized practice of killing fetuses, newborns and even up to 4-year old females, among other factors which are outlined in the essay.
Who would've thought that a $12 ultrasound option could reform humanity?
And this is NOT only happening in China where the one-child policy is implemented.

"The boy-girl ratio is above 200 for a third child in some places."

While these killings happen because of the age-old tradition that males are more useful to carry on the family name, work physically harder and other annoyingly sticky stereotypes, they are happening because of today's world that continues to favour the success of boys, boys, boys who obviously do have a kickstart on life, from their moment of birth.
I definitely encourage you to read on.

House Moment


Here I am at home this weekend, in my room, studying and I just overheard my Mom say:
"I always wanted a daschund.
What do I get? Two frickin' cats that pee on beds and puke up furballs."

Dirty Street



Happy Birthday today to my 20-year old brother and my 16-year old sister!
I wish it was my birthday so you all could buy me this outfit so I can look like a weird and beautiful silent killer with even killer-er shoes.
Love always and forever,

Jac

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Farewell Facebook

My decision to deactivate my Facebook account is for a number of reasons.
I really do hate the way that technology seems to govern mine and everyone else's lives. Even at parties or gatherings, people always seem to be partying with technology at the same time - on cellphones, TVs, computers, etc. I feel like anytime I'm hanging with someone, there will at least be a few points when we have moments of silence as we catch up with our phones.
I know that this seems like I should be getting rid of my phone or something but lets just say that deactivating Facebook is a step in the right direction, for me at least.

I used to justify keeping it in the past, saying it helped me keep in touch with people.
But if I really want to keep in touch with them, I could call them or e-mail them instead of creepily watching them from a cyber-distance while determining if I still like them at all.
I would also justify having Facebook by saying that I wouldn't get invited to things if I didn't have it.
If people really wanted me at their event, they would/could get a hold of me in another way and that would probably mean that I was extra special because everyone knows how many stupid fucking generic invites they get on Facebook for events that they've never expressed interest in.
I would also justify it by saying that I like looking at photos.
That is something I might actually miss, but lots of my friends have flickr or their own sites anyways.
I would also justify it by saying that I like to read/write notes.
I write on here instead, and most people's notes on Facebook are just those really long Q&A things that are so much fun to do, but not really to read.

When I meet people at a bar, they will no longer ask me for my last name, but rather my phone number. It's way less secretive and mysterious that way anyways.

Case in point, I will not have Facebook for a while. Hopefully a long while.

Coincidence




Today I looked in the mirror after I dressed myself and realized that I resembled the character of Moira/Max from the L-word.
I wasn't wearing any makeup, my eyes looked really tired, my bangs were swooping flatly onto one side of my face and I happened to be wearing flannel.
One time I actually saw her drinking coffee on Davie Street and gave her a double-take and then she smiled like she knew I knew who she was.
I'm pretty sure I looked more like Moira than Max though.
Maybe it's just this dark hair that's making me see myself in a thousand different ways, yet somehow always as... me.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Feel Sexy Now

"Ohh you got me shaking
to that moan you made last night
Ohh my body's aching
from that naked summer light..."

Click here to listen to Mando Diao's "High Heels".

Monday, March 8, 2010

President's Choice

There is an ice cream in my fridge right now called "Cream First".

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Blurb on Urban Sprawl

Long, long ago in the American mid-west there existed a sort of front-porch culture.
After eating a wholesome meal, the children would run out into the front lawn to catch the last whispers of the sun, playing with animal figurines and mini plastic cars while the parents assumed the swinging chair on a porch overlooking the lawn and street.
The neighbourhood would buzz until the sound of crickets took over the gutteral laughter that poured through the streets at sun-down.
A lone man would rock slowly, taking in a cigar and finally retreat to his home.

The idea of Post-War homes that catered to the nuclear family of Mom, Pop, Dick and Jane absolutely flourished - creating suburbia.
This was a time when kids actually went outside and did things like "kick the can", marbles, and jacks.
Mommy would clean all day and daddy would work all day and everyone looked clean-pressed, eager and "happy".

Today, 73% of families lack at least one quality of this nuclear family structure.
While this is true, urban sprawl keeps... well, sprawling.
(MORE greenhouse gas emissions,
LONGER commuting times,
MORE hair-tearing people perpetually stuck in gridlocks,
MORE tax dollars spent on highways and roadways, all to say "Viva la Vehicle".)

So why are we still building ridiculously unneccessary houses that have four-car garages and front lawns that are used merely to portray the amount of time the owners have to groom it? These houses extend from the outskirts of downtown to the boonies and everyone seems to just be trying to commute everywhere but there everyday anyways?

Give some thought to mixed land-use that could recall the quirkiness of main-street funk, to have subsidised housing near middle- or upper-class housing in close proximity to varieties of transit options, amenities, shopping and recreation.
Of course this is talking more about replenishing the downtowns that exist, and densifying the sprawl that also already exists, to stop it from expanding (rather than building main-streets in Belcarra or something).
People just seem to be obsessed with the idea that taking transit is for the poor, failing to realize its convenience, practicality and friendliness with the environment.

You're a bus-rider.
Other bus-riders think it takes too long to take the bus now that more people are driving cars.
So those bus-riders buy cars and drive alongside the bus that you're on.
Now it takes even longer for your bus ride.
So you get a car too.

It's an issue that will be far from solving even at the point when people acknowledge that it's an issue at all.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Emerald City



I guess this look is more Winter but oh well.
We had a short winter anyways so I'm probably just compensating.