Scripturient: As Elvis leaves the building, so do we all

No one gets out of here alive. We all die. And with us go into the dustbin the dreams, the values, the ideals, the culture we grew up with, we shared, we ensconced in our daily existence. And the clutter we accumulated during our lives. Elvis has left the building and, sooner or later, so ...

THE CAREGIVERS' LIVING ROOM A Blog by Donna Thomson: The Surprising Things I Learned About My Mom When She Moved

It seems like my Mom has been moving for months. It feels like over the past while, my sister and I have been operating in semi-crisis mode with our mother. She moved out of her apartment a few weeks ago, but we didn’t know if her new residence would be a good fit. So yesterday ...

PostArctica: There Are Memories Everywhere

Scripturient: Is This Your Bar of Soap?

This is side five. Follow in your book and repeat after me as we learn three new words in Turkish: Towel. Bath. Border. So begins Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him, from the first album released by the Firesign Theater, in 1968 (on later albums spelled as Theatre). Everything in it is a ...

PostArctica: The Pool Hall in Verdun

This is the block on Verdun avenue between Desmarchais and Melrose. On top of the Dollarama was The Pool Hall, a snooker hall where my generation basically hung out, grew up fast, and a lot of firsts were experienced such as smoking your first joint or dropping acid for the first time. It was the ...

PostArctica: The Pool Room in Verdun

This is the block on Verdun avenue between Desmarchais and Melrose. On top of the Dollarama was The Pool Room, a snooker hall where my generation basically hung out, grew up fast, and a lot of firsts were experienced such as smoking your first joint or dropping acid for the first time. It was the ...

PostArctica: When Punk Rock Hit Vancouver

Vancouver, 1978. So I am over at Glen Ward’s place and he puts an album on for me that he had ordered from Europe and we both were killing ourselves laughing through the whole thing, shaking our heads and pumping our fists, and just so damn high on this horrible, awful, ugly “new” stuff called ...

PostArctica: Slogans For The Interim

calgaryliberal.com: 1 out of 100 Calgary Co-op members vote.

It’s election season for Calgary Co-op. For the month of February if you’re a member-owner of Calgary Co-op you can select three of their nine-member board. Most people don’t know they can help select representatives on that board. Out of some 440,000 members the Calgary Co-op cooperative only nets a little over or under 5,000 votes ...

Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Makes you feel happy, like an old time movie

There’s something touching about a classic film, something magical about a B&W movie, about a film shot between the wars in that period of recovery and optimism; a film that was new when my parents were young, full of life and hope. A movie from the days before CGI, before green screens and 3D. Before slasher ...

Walking Turcot Yards: Blade Runner Revisited

“But what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band”  The Rolling Stones Or maybe just follow your imagination with a camera if music is not your talent. So this is my take on Blade Runner. Or should I say my ultra low budget take in an abandoned (now ...

knitnut.net: Ask Me Anything: #6 – The moon

Future Landfill asked “Did you go outside and look up at the moon when Neil Armstrong went for a walk there in ’69?” I wish I could say that yes, I did go out and look at the moon, but the truth is I don’t remember actually doing that. What I do remember about the ...

knitnut.net: Wanted

I wonder if Coyote knows his mugshot is plastered all over that new coffee roasting place on Anderson Street? The last thing he needs is a bunch of heavily caffeinated bounty hunters on his tail. Speaking of bounty hunters, I was thinking about the ways my sister and I used to make money when we ...

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: The 70s called

I remember talking to my Grandfather on the phone in 1974. He was in Canada, and I was in the UK. There was an echo that made it very difficult to hear his voice; I think he struggled even more … Continue reading →

knitnut.net: I had a grandfather

My grandfather, Opa, would be celebrating his 104th birthday today if he hadn’t been killed by an irrational fear of surgery. He died in a hospital in Hollywood, Florida, as a result of septic poisoning from a blocked gall bladder duct. He was 86. The doctors had warned him about it, but he’d refused surgery. ...

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Remembrances of Rabbits Past

Watership Down: A Reviewmory This was one of my childhood faves, and all of my friends had read it as well. So, you’d think a bunch of 12-year-old boys would find this a laughable premise, a book about rabbits. Au … Continue reading →

mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Memories of Antietam

child of the corn, a photo by imagecarnival on Flickr. Little Jehoshaphat was born in 1832 to a family of carnival performers and technicians that roamed the Americas. From Georgia up to New England, as far west as the Mississippi … Continue reading →