Cambridge Arts Festival...

I've been thinking about showing some work at next years Cambridge Arts Festival, but I'm not sure what to show. I think I'll paint some new stuff just for the show, I don't know. It's several months away so I have a little bit of time I guess. Maybe I'll get that dollhouse done, and show it. But there's a painting of Goldfish that's been in my head for a long time now, maybe I'll finally paint it and show that as well. I'd better get to work soon I suppose, unfortunately I am lacking a little in motivation lately. Maybe it's the rain.

tn./JKM.

It's funny...

It's funny, that on packages of cigarettes, the tobacco companies are stating that they're using recycled paper and designing there packages & cartons to use less paper to help save the environment. Their contribution to help the world go green. Yet, our product will still kill you, if not give you a wide variety of diseases. Smoke up.

It's funny, that a police officer (if so inclined) will cross the street, to give you a j-walking ticket.

It's funny, that as Canadians, we use the metric system for everything else, but your height.

It's funny. yet sad, that when I was a kid, there was no such thing as bottled water. Except for Perrier, which I just thought was a pretentious fad. Tap water was as good as anything.

It's funny, that someone thought Lawn Darts was a good idea.

It's funny, that there are studies stating that alcohol will help save your life.

It's funny, that there are still people out there that believe starting a war helps keep the peace, and saves lives.

It's funny, that anyone actually gives a shit on what celebrities do.

It's funny, that people believe that planting a tree, which takes years to grow to it's 'potential', to replace a tree that takes seconds to cut down, evens out world wide de-forestation.

It's funny, yet unjust, that somebody out there somewhere, watches what you do every day.

It's funny, that the big companies & utilities manipulate you into giving them your hard earned money for bad service, and nobody does anything about it 

It's funny, that Cheez Whiz is one polymer away from being plastic.

It's funny, that it will cost you more to eat healthier, than it would to stuff your face full of garbage.

More to come, eventually...
carry on ...

stagnating...

It seems I've come to a writer's block. I'm not too sure where I should take this, since the direction I was going with it has been sidetracked. I may even rewrite what I've published here so far, maybe. But I think the original story has been, well, not so much changed all together, just slightly altered and added to. I don't know, we'll see. Stay tuned.

JKM

Chapter one Cont...

** This exerpt has been borrowed with permission, to be added to the story. **



As I walk to my Friday night ritual rondevu, my thoughts revisit the life and times I once had, and wonder if things actually happen for a reason. You see, I miss being on top of the world, although, at the time I didn't realize that I was. Maybe it's just something I should just learn to let go of, and just keep moving forward. But I'll say this, looking back, present and to the future, pleasant or not, good decisions and bad,....it all fits together. Like an inter-dimensional puzzle, which isn't just one puzzle but an infinite. And each puzzle is another piece to and even greater puzzle. Which in the 'end', never ends buts transforms. Reusing the same or similar pieces that are altered, with time, and not with time. Every piece is delicate, and changes to 'fit', which then alters the pieces ahead of it. Or does it? How would you know? Maybe Deja Vu isn't just a coincidence, or a similar memory in the brain altered to fit the moment making you think you've been in the moment before (deja vu happens in cycles for me, there's a period of time with nothing, then a period of time with frequent 'memories'). Maybe it tells you that you've been in/'put together' this 'puzzle' before. In a puzzle that gets put back together over and over again, slightly altered, in a 'time frame' (or dimensional existence, for lack of a better term.) that you cannot possibly comprehend. No, actually think of it this way maybe, you have a giant block of whatever, and you are moving it 'forward' by rolling it on logs. Therefore, of course, you take the last log rolled over and put it at the front (this being a weak metaphor for 'the puzzle', but hopefully you can see what I'm saying. Taking the pieces from the 'past' and 'fitting' them into the 'future' over the incomprehensible time, which isn't linear). If you can't tell, I'm in favour of the 'big bang' theory. Maybe it all does happen for a reason, and I've learned that 'universal' Karma is quite a powerful, subtle force.

As I turn the corner on to Waterside street, my meandering thoughts that seem to barely make sense, have made the trek to my destination seem shorter. Since I now climb the steps to enter the doors of 'the Green'...

(to be cont...)
JKM

chapter one, cont...

Glancing to the corner by the door i see my shoes. My poor old leather shoes. These poor things have taken quite a beating over the last few years or more, since they are the only pair of shoes I have left. All others have worn out and aged to the state where they can no longer serve any real purpose. And some day, these, the last of the group, will one day fall by the wayside. Hopefully by then, I can afford another pair. They do, however, get a break during the summer, since I mostly wear sandals during the warmer season.

It's quiet in here, except for the little round air purifier in the opposite corner. Filtering out the dusty air and cigarette smoke. I stretch over the end of the couch to turn it off, may as well turn it off. Getting off the couch after having put my shoes on my naked feet, I briefly wonder what this evenings rendezvous will produce. grabbing my keys and shoving them in my left pocket, I check to make sure the stove if off. a couple times. And the lights, and anything else that I wouldn't want to be left on. Closing the door behind me as I step out into the hallway, I of course check to make sure the door is locked. A couple times. Walking down the hallway I see the kid that lives down the hall. He gives me a smile and a 'Hi' as I pass by. I nod, 'hey, what's up?' 'Not much', he replies as I open the door to the stairs that takes me up to the lobby, and out the front door, into the sudden cold crisp air that shocks my system for a moment. I bundle up tighter and head out towards my destination...

(to be cont')
JKM

Murray...

Murray (the rat) seems to like it here. He's a crafty little bugger, I think he secretly conspires with the mice to take over. Probably one night while I'm asleep.
JKM

chapter one cont.

From what I understand, this apartment is about 100 years old. I also get the feeling that some of the past occupants haven't quite left entirely, yet. Any left over 'spirit residue' in any place, tends to want to mess with me when I'm asleep. The slight tug on the comforter, sometimes slow. The touching of my feet, or the pushing down of my pillow around my head. Or a sudden scent of something. Or even the half asleep visions. I've got loads of 'em. I also get the feeling that most of 'them' seem to be afraid of, or should I say 'apprehensive' of me, for some reason. Don't know why. I don't know, and really, I don't care. It's something I'm not overly interested in. Sure it's fun to be curious about it from time to time, but most, if not all of the 'Haunting' shows with the 'Ghost hunters' goin' in to 'connect' with a spirit, is just crap. Most 'evidence' can be explained, most, but not all. However, you see what you want to see. There is no such thing as psychics, or a spirit mediums. They've just convinced themselves that that's the 'power' they have. Sure they have a 'power', but that's not it. It's something we all have to a point, something primal. Or more, maybe. OR, they're just crazy, OR better yet, and this is what I tend to lean to in my opinion on the matter, they're all con artists. People LOVE to believe in this stuff. But like I've said, I don't really give a shit.
Anyway, I've got to find my shoes, I'm heading to 'the Green' to meet up with an old pal.

(to be cont.)
JKM