9-11-11

Ten years of Towers

9-10-11

Pig man going to get me

Matt, Brent and I were eight year old boys who ventured out last night into the park. I could feel we were being hunted. At the edge of the park was a chain link fence with drooping trees on the other side, I looked back to the city and when I turned my friends were gone. I decided to go home by myself, scared to know the night time park was filled with predators. I walked down the hill, slowly, and then behind the bushes saw my enemy. A fat pig man, wearing a suit, watching me. I yelled out knowing he would get me, and I woke up. 

tiff. OPENING NIGHT

All I need is a pink sky.

A plane cuts across my sunset, dissecting the sky, splitting hairs, cares. Hot, cold. Release the hate, gluttonous takers, destroyers, "the hard suck".

trip to skylab

Trip to Meenan's Cove circa 1994

surface of the moon mind-jet

"PIGS IN SPAAAAACE"

A new report paints an increasingly cluttered mess in low orbit, so much so that old satellites are crashing into each other subsequently creating additional debris.

The only thing that will correct this, is more technology.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-14757926

This week: single thread theatre company, centre ontarien de prévention des agressions, doris mccarthy gallery, TIFF, #graphicdesignworklove

9-1-11

Irene, Jack, and Hayabusa returns home.

cc: NASA, CP24, JAXA

"swim in its change"

Entered the beach I knew so well, now it was destroyed by man's bleachers. Row after row of special stadium seats, on the sidelines of the shore. People talking, watching, bathing in the midnight sun that burned hotter than hell. Flags, radios, lifeguard towers and beach houses rose from the cove. Steep up and away from the black water bubbling with bodies and boats. The environment soiled, disjointed from all I knew as an innocent child. But I was happy to be back, and so slowly joined the water to swim in its change.

8-18-11

Sun sets heavy