Kodachrome
Here's an interesting Christmas coincidence that will act as an acceptable segue into my Picture of the Year announcement. On Christmas Eve, after recouping in bed for the best part of the day, I used my competitive juices to slide me out of bed and over to North's for our annual Christmas Eve Trivial Pursuit matchup. As usual, he made it to the middle first but couldn't close it out without even a middling level of general sports knowledge. I won it on a question about Hank Aaron that he would not have gotten in a million years.
As I got set to leave he gave me a Christmas present (which was great but sucked because I didn't give him anything but an ass-kicking) of a few albums from Backstreet Records. Among them was Paul Simon's
There Goes Rymin' Simon which contains, among other great songs,
Kodachrome. The next day Will gave me another stack of records and among them was Paul Simon's
Live Rhymin'. Shortly after that my sister gave me a new digital camera and I will never have to plead to keep my film. Mama don't take my memory card awaaaaay maybe? For those of you that check this site regularly it should mean some more and better photos of me not looking at the camera. Stay tuned.
And for your current viewing pleasure I give you what I will deem to be this year Picture of the Year but what may also go down as one of the all-time greats of yours truly.
This picture has been on the bulletin board in my bedroom since, well, probably since the time it was clipped from the Gleaner in 1980. Ever since it has been a source of amusement and especially so now. Jackman remembered this photo from our high school days and we have joked that Enjoys Cotton Candy is just simple enough to sum up my hopes and dreams. I have asserted that it will likely be what goes on my gravestone. Time will tell.
Jackman recently asked dad to scan it and dad did so and sent it to Jackman. Jackman sent it to me and that's when we realized the never-before-noticed hilarity of the shot. The Cotton Candy does indeed look like a giant wang that I am thoroughly enjoying. Fuck.
Oh well, I can picture a bunch of editors in a smoky haze laughing it up as they send this one to print. Assholes.
You love it.
Pace out.
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Picture This
Picture of the Year:
I came across this the other day and it made me giggle. At first glance I assumed North finally got his dream job at the Taiwanese School of Rock and this was the uniform; but I would have read about that on his blog.
This is funny at the simplest level; this poor kid likely has no idea what the english writing on his t-shirt means. I'm guessing that there are thousands of North American girls with japanese profanities tattooed on their ankles and some guy in Japan probably took a picture of this same situation going the other way. In some ways it is just a big, funny indicator of the scope of globalization - although not quite as much as the story someone told me about being in Africa and seeing an empoverished child with a Social Club staff t-shirt on. You can't make this stuff up.
Pace out.
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Every Picture Tells a Story
My 2005 Picture of the Year:
With the New Year looming I thought it time to share with you some of my favourite memories of the year that was. I'm starting today with my picture of the year. There are other pictures out there with much more personal meaning and much more artistic merit but this one wins it purely for the giggle factor. I love, absolutely love, this picture.
The picture is full of humanity. For those of you that have played the game know that this guy is on another level; almost otherworldly. This picture proves that although he may be able to hit a 6-iron 230 yards from a bunker to the the flag he can't pull off a half decent high-five when under pressure. Now to put it in context he did just make an impossible looping 60 foot putt from the fringe, under pressure. It was his pure excitement at making the putt that screwed him for the high five. He wore his polish off and looked like a rookie. Which is another part of the human factor. This guy has won millions and millions of dollars but can still lose it like a kid when he surprises himself. You have to respect a competitor like that. I can relate to it too...I once holed a chip from the rough golfing at Fundy with the boys. I took my shirt off and did the airplane. And while Tiger's putt was worth millions I only had Normy's standing $5 and a hot dog offer to get excited about. There is always time to be a kid again and this picture embodies that well. And at least he didn't do "the pound"; that's bush league...
More to come...
Pace out
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Here's an interesting Christmas coincidence that will act as an acceptable segue into my Picture of the Year announcement. On Christmas Eve, after recouping in bed for the best part of the day, I used my competitive juices to slide me out of bed and over to North's for our annual Christmas Eve Trivial Pursuit matchup. As usual, he made it to the middle first but couldn't close it out without even a middling level of general sports knowledge. I won it on a question about Hank Aaron that he would not have gotten in a million years. 
