I've decided to leave short notes, since I doubt very many people read into this blog. Though I am actually educated to the point where I may work professionally as a journalist (all it takes is second year Mass Communications) I only write a personal column once a month on my own website. I archive some of my columns, since they are still a little relevant to current debate.
The last one is "archived" in my companions articles section:
URL: http://www.northdaysimage.ca/companionarticles.html .
That article was a long and fairly serious page, based upon concern over image in mass media, and the enormous repercussions that the visual insult toward a groups' faith incurs, although only at times. It's the Feb 06 April Column link. If you ever need it, it is there, along with the delightfully fresh magic lantern image of Lord Balfour, from his youthful days as Secretary to Scotland. In purchasing magic lantern slides (which are 160 year old original photographs, developed as slides on glass) I discovered a whole new world, as I researched the early photographer, George Washington Wilson. Interesting, the photographer was a Scot, but his parents chose a name famous to Americans. Wilson had also taken a photo of Queen Victoria in her mid life, or a bit later, a find whch was quite rare. Apparently Queen Victoria was vain, and did not like photos taken of herself after she had aged. Geo Wilson must have been a most acceptable and almost familial persona to British Royalty.I sold all of these slides to a person in Great Britain who gives actual magic lantern shows, so someone might be interested in that.
Here is a bloggers essay about the magic lantern shows of the UK . Link below:
http://misusesofliteracy.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-this-phantasmagoria-this.html
If you run across my image of The Rt. Hon. Balfour (his title at the time of shooting) , it is not for replication, since the rights to the use of these images should now be with the excellent British historians. I hope that most people will be decent about that. The British Historical Society only lets people use their photo images after they have filled out a form, and it looks like money is involved. This is probably why British Realty seems so expensive when shown via TV realty sales shows - the British still back up property rights and copyright ownership.
Since I have a chance to grouse on my own Blog at least, copyright values are on my mind. Probably, no-one reading this will be dishonourable about copyright, since you are the literati, and not the commercial oafs that stick around to plunder, snoop and market, but I have a big beef.
I can't prove it, but I was sure I had pirates upon both my fine art (in the early days of poor locks) and then, upon my copyright work, which is a religion testimonial about a leader of the Buddhist faith. I called my paid copyright work "Meeting Ananda Bodhi- Heavenly Enlightenment". I worked on writing , and then re-writing and editing my work for almost exactly two years, nine to five, five days a week. .....I found out how hard it was to sell a first work, even though there is an avid market for exactly this type of support for mystical teachings..... I also found out that hundreds of people were into my work, without my permission. ...........If you have ever heard politicians making jokes or earnest effort about one of my statements, let me know, please. They are probably the first of a privileged class who helped themselves (or I believe) to my paid copyright.................. This statement was a wry idea of mine. I said, in my work, that the Ministers of Canada (its ' MPs) relied so heavily and dreamily (as if a given ) on the free work of "little women" volunteers, that no wonder they chose to call themselves (and spuriously) a 'ministry'.
Then I wrote, 'so why do they not call themselves a Rabbinate or an Imamate, by the same token?'
I know that more than one person took me up on this, because I am part of the Ottawa Valley , or world think tank- a volunteer group of concerned mystics, and avid researchers, whose loose but brilliant application gives some propriety to the otherwise grungily commercial application that our government has been doling out, along with other platitudes toward the reactionary backlash that has so dishonoured our Canadian Civil Rights.
If you are not into our pooled knowledge bank, about which we are always encouraged to only think, because of the esoteric nature of some interests, and , like my sister, tend to think of spiritual union as schizophrenia (and she is adamantly distrusting of clairvoyancy or telepathy) I really don't care. Just please, think about your grotesque and constant interference into higher conversations with the babified battle cry of "I don't say fuck, etc". Most of us are not usually talking to you, especially when speaking out loud in our homes. Most of us do not have time for people who insist on challenging freedom of the press and of speech, let alone freedom of thought, all written into our constitution.
That leads me to an interesting point. I saw a commercial for Country Style Donuts last night. I forget the channel. In Toronto (Ontario) a day before, there had been a huge explosion in a coffee shop. I think it was in a Tim Hortons, but that might not have been on the news.
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What, I wonder, would the scripting for country style donuts mean, when a narrator explained that Country Style Donuts only offers medium and large coffee takeouts, so that, if you use the (and I quote) "wrong foreign language" to ask for a size of coffee, there are only two to choose from?
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I have been dismayed to find that the language phobics as well as stealth pirates have been hawking their rude commercial way into both my own private space, and my private desktop. Although there is not much I can do about these mini-minds, there have been absolute idiots listening into our basement. My example is the flake who insisted upon presenting her proof of schizophrenia- my verbalized prayer in Hebrew, on the first day of Hanukah. (When did we start spelling it Hanuka, by the way? In school, I learned this as Channukah). We are so Americanized,we might as well go ahead and only call it New Year, or Rotsa Ruach day.
Anyway, there have been nerds of nerd hill in our community who have insisted upon calling the use of "foreign" languages a case of schizophrenia,( fer Gawds' sake- what sort of little minds exist in the human world?).
I have a feeling that the coffee shop was not immune to the anti-language freaks, who have probably been pre-trimmed of their ears' capabilities from before birth by poor sound experiments in silicon valley and/or the hyper- paranoid security black marketeering. Maybe it's just the hot water they got into as children over Mommies' fear of vilis pilis, the Joose.
I find that, even though I write to Interpol about the freaks who hack into my desktop, they are still there, along with attendant health difficulties from insect toxin, disorder, and antique fibre.
The bottom line is that these people do not give a fig about others' lives. In fact, they are terrorists toward not only pc users, but our lands' stasis. Don't quote me, but it is a principle in the wind from scientists who do not want to see a whole community turn to ash from gas fire.
My case, and gripe, today, is the following:
Yesterday I made a mild spring gif, animated for a little interest, with some silk veils of purple mist. I know that kids copy our scribbled artwork, but I could loudly hear the beans who keep following me around, watching everything I did from their vantage point on the cable lineswork, or near to it. Knowing that, whatever I try, I can't get away from these ugly and violent people, I persevered, and placed my work on the net. What of it? It is just a gentle note.
What of this type of trespass, you say?
Living here in Glencairn, I witness many space events. For instance, aircraft fly overhead very regularly, and rocks project coloured light shapes from both meteorites and ground.
Last night someone was flying very low, and I anxiously poked my head out the window to have a look at the jet, rushing north in a dark sky. Yesterday, there was a crash of a cargo plane somewhere in the states. I am used to relating to those on high, and why should I havedreamed up this theme, that I am about to mention, although in part, albeit to myself?
Someone had made their own version of my artwork, but they used something known to pilots as a pattern in aircraft engineering, and interfered with a regular passenger jet. (The rest has been perceived, I do hope, and is now --sorry to say---censored by myself---
And, whomsoever you turkeys are, deliberately trying to ground aircraft, or worse, someone will catch up with youse.
