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Brave New World

Symphonic bleeps sound throughout the space shuttle while violent blasts of fuel push the vessel further. With utmost devotion for his mission, Neil Armstrong leads his crew to Jupiter. The immensity of space squeezes in on their floating sarcophagus. Quiet moments are spent observing the heroic planet. In that almost sterile deafness, their eyes close for a minute in memory. Their thoughts go to a time when they were children, seeing for the first time the world from the top of the large tree that they had triumphantly climbed. Propelled with only a thought of Heaven, they breathe in the scene. There is no room for Satan here.

Sparks and Embers

The infernal, fatal fire engulfing an entire city block and the gentle sunflower both give off bright southwestern colours. They are like a brightly-painted transom supporting an old outhouse. They are a remnant of a bygone age, in which you could languish or perish and it was all the same.

Anticipation

An orchestra of hellish yowls floods the cemetary. A curious headstone with a dome imitating the Taj Mahal invites the wary visitor nearer. Underground a vampire drinks a potent mix of blood and sophistry as he anticipates his next feeding.

St. Patrick's Day!

Yesterday's festivities for St. Patrick's Day were nothing short of delicious and fun. On Friday, our priest even said half of the mass in Gaelic. Enjoy the photos!

Delays Expected

Deep beneath the waves, the Kraken torments the tiny seahorse, obstructing its path and giving it a swat with its many limbs, all in sport, having no real craving for its blood. Many miles inland, the scarecrow, with eyes as smiling but unfeeling as those of the Kraken, tends to salivate in the rain. He stands arms extended, in mock crucifixion, like a halfwit traffic cop telling Eve that the green fields are off limits to her.

Propoganda

The headmaster forges a world before his students. As he propogandizes, fear seizes their still hearts. They file out of the assembly hall rejuvenated. The ever-suspicious dictator breathes in quiet relief as he sees their vacant stares.

If I were King of the Foreeeest!

This weekend I had a lovely time in Toronto visiting my friends who wish to remain anonymous( I can tell you that their names rhyme with Killiam, Bam and Tike). Food, film and a new hair style were the highlights of this weekend. I felt somewhat like the Cowardly Lion in 'The Wizard of Oz' after he went to the hair salon before meeting the Wizard. My hair is naturally so straight that I was overwhelmed with curls. If you are in Cabbagetown, Toronto please visit 'Hair Spa' on Parliament Street. You will be treated to professional and warm service in calm and chic surroundings(did I also mention the wonderful tea?). Click on the picture to view more photos!

Flightless

The most profound form of skulduggery negates the sense of adventure and wonder at the mystery of the human condition. The mercenary wields it like a tie clip and the jealous lover is encompassed by it like a barefoot peasant running on sun-baked asphalt like a flightless bird. It is as old as the Nile and as rank as a sewer and it will be quietly sipping water by the maternity ward tomorrow.

Beauty falls

A clumsy circus performer holds a dainty woman's heel in the palm of his hand. Up he looks at her face, as radiant as the sun, extending her hands to the heavens shaming the constellations around her. Every thought but her evacuates his dim mind. For a moment, he hesitates and in an instant she crashes headlong in the net. He sees her sprawled beneath him like a trapped animal and tries to recover that image of beauty once more.

Fall

He stood like a statue. The ugliness of his sin stood out like a crimson-coloured scratch across his face. He would no longer scoff at those he persecuted. He would no longer justify their executions. All this because of a fall on the road to Damascus.

I'm Batman

You scored as Batman, the Dark Knight. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.

Batman, the Dark Knight		96%
Maximus		79%
Lara Croft		79%
Indiana Jones		71%
Neo, the "One"		67%
The Amazing Spider-Man		63%
William Wallace		58%
Captain Jack Sparrow		50%
James Bond, Agent 007		50%
The Terminator		42%
El Zorro		42%

Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness

Today my good friend and I toured the Niagara region, visiting parks, cemetaries and Lake Erie. Local colours provide plenty of entertainment, especially down the rural roads where, like the U2 song, the streets have no name. Burnaby beach, a sleepy hamlet in the township of Wainfleet, is so much like the little village that Ewan MacGregor visits in the movie 'Big Fish.' We were actually approached by a local dweller, asking us to stay a while. I hope you enjoy the photos!

Personality Test

Introspective Sensitive Reflective
You come to grips more frequently and thoroughly with yourself and your environment than do most people. You detest superficiality; you'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk. But your relationships with your friends are highly intensive, which gives you the inner tranquility and harmony that you need in order to feel good. You do not mind being alone for extended periods of time; you rarely become bored.

Priorities

What if Socrates were to drink from the Fountain of Youth rather than the prison-issue mug filled with hemlock? Would he quiver and retreat from his beliefs before the Grand Inquisitor? Be willing to loathe himself in order to stay alive and revel in his newfound vanity? Only the feather that is lost makes the ink-well active and creates the ability to create.

Toil

A man stumbling through the dark night visits the outhouse of his soul. His hands stained with chocolate-coloured mud tells the toil of his working day. The flask he drinks from electrifies his dull spirits. He is sorry for this. He is sorry for his family waiting at home.

Tangible delights

A butterfly haphazardly weaves through the flowers. Carefully zoning in on it, I cup my hands and it's captured. My palms feel it's heart beat, scared at the prospect of being killed. Just then a unicorn nudges through the forest. 'Why not me,' he asks with a candid expression. My hands spread out like bat's wings and both the unicorn and butterfly vanish.

The Nymph meets Satan

A nymph with eyes as blue and sparkling as Venus weaves her web-like hair in her grotto. Her remarkable talent catches the attention of an intruder to her home. At once she recognizes Satan and trembles at his presence. 'Forgive me,' he murmurs, 'am I interrupting?' Not able to express anything intelligiable, she gasps and makes her escape.

The Headmaster

Enter our hero - the demure headmaster. He stands proudly at the school entrance, the wind softly combing his hair. Like a pirate on shipwreck, he waves his baton like a sword, making certain that no one profanes this holy ground - his school.