Thanks! All Everyone Needs is a Zealot!

Thanks To All

I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that came out to the show at Salvador Darling last night. No pieces were purchased, but there were lots of signatures in the guest book. Many smiling faces came to greet us and much merriment seemed to be had by all.

I enjoyed it quite a lot, and a lot of your compliments were most welcome and wonderful.

Special thanks to Tanya, owner of Salvador Darling, for all of her help and for the space to display our art. Also, thanks goes out to Mark for being the other half of “Town and Country”.



Everyone Needs a Nemesis

When I was studying Capoeira, I met a guy named Tien. Tien was very skilled (he had been doing Martial Arts for a long time), and he was also relatively pain-resistant. His speed and agility, as well as his strength were a great challenge to deal with when playing aggressive games. And so he became my nemesis (consequently, that’s just a nickname. Tien is a good friend of mine).

Tien is one of the reasons I missed Capoeira when I left my old academy.

I joined Karate later that year. I wondered what kind of challenges I would face from the sensei, as well as the other students.

And in walked my new nemesis…

Steve was his name, and he had studied Goju-Ryu before. He is a big guy, quick on his feet and pretty strong. When we sparred for the first time, I remember opening up a bit in terms of impact, and he answered in kind. One of us is always pushing the envelope. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Last night, Steve came out to the exhibition. Unfortunately it was close to the end of the night, but he put in an appearance none the less (our friend Vinnie also came out). While all the compliments were great to receive that evening, Steve’s touched me the most for some reason.

Why?

Maybe one develops an emotional attachment to someone they get into fistfights with on a regular basis…


STEVE: Your stuff is great, Nemesis.
JORGE: Thanks, Nemesis.
STEVE: [Pointing to a black-and-white photograph titled Reaching Out. It’s a landscape shot of a cliff with a deciduous tree growing out on a strange angle. It looks like a hand reaching across a fog-filled valley.] This one is my favourite. This one…is awesome man.
JORGE: Wow, Steve. Thanks!
STEVE: Yeah. I really like that one.
JORGE: I picked it because it reminded me of you.
STEVE: Because it is weak, and fragile? Because it’s about to fall apart?
JORGE: Yes.
STEVE: Excellent, Nemesis.
JORGE: Yes.


Honestly, it did remind me of Steve. Only because of the fact that the tree is so tenacious. It’s reaching for the sky even though it’s not firmly planted in solid ground. Steve is like this.

He’s from Newfoundland. You’d hear some people say Steve’s from the Rock.

But I say he’s cut from it.



Religious Zealots and Other Commentators

Today I received a comment on my site from someone in Portuguese (at least I think it is Portuguese). As near as I can figure, it’s a long-ass poem about how God is always there, patiently waiting for us, no matter where we are or what we are doing.

Maybe it’s something lost in translation, but to me it makes God look like some stalker, hiding outside your house in the bushes.

Honestly, I mean no disrespect to those of Christian faith. I am not a religious person so much as a spiritual person. While I may not believe in the same things that other people do, it doesn’t mean that I don’t respect their views. That being said, I think it’s rude to push things on other people.

I offer my own opinions on my blog. If people do not wish to read them, that is up to them. When I leave comments on other’s blogs, they are related to the content of the entry that I am commenting on. I don’t leave idiotic comments or chain-letters.

I visited some friends blogs today and saw the same comment on their latest entries. This made me feel like a bag of crap, because this person obviously found them through me.

I visited this person’s page this morning, and told them to leave the propaganda off of people’s pages that didn’t ask for it.

This type of idiocy ranks up there with those morons who leave negative comments but no e-mail or blog address to trace them to.

Anonymity is for those who fear the truth, my friends.

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Hai-Kuul – July 15, 2005

BBQ Chicken (Requested by Drea)
Grilled to perfection
Coated in honey garlic
Mouth-watering bird


Terre Neuve (Requested by Drea)
It means new found land
But sounds much more romantic
French name for heaven


Stop Complaining (Requested by Drea)
What’s the matter now?
It seems something’s always wrong
It’s all in your head


The Antelope (Requested by Drea)
Along the dry paths
The Antelope runs quickly
Looking for water


Missing Shoes (Requested by Drea)
My closet’s empty
Someone stole all my footwear
My feet are naked


The Cat Ate Them (Requested by Drea)
I see a lace, there
Sticking out of my cat’s butt
The mystery’s solved!


Red Sky In the Morning (Requested by Drea)
The sun rears its face
Bringing light to our planet
With a crimson hue


Bloodsucking Mosquitoes (Requested by Drea)
They give no warning
And drain our precious blood dry
Bloody Freeloaders


Get Some Deet! (Requested by Drea)
The surest defence
That we slather on our skin
Can eat through plastic


This Just Gets Worse (Requested by Drea)
First: A ruptured hull
Next: Stranded on an island
Worst: Lost with John Tesh


Tarantino (Requested by Drea)
Bringing East to West
This multitalented man
Looks like an insect


The First Thing That Comes to Mind (Requested by Drea)
The first thing was this
Writing haiku for you folks
How could it not be?


Why Louise? (Requested by Drea)
To name a blue lake
After one of Queen Vic’s kids
Seemed like a good plan


Blond Like My Dad (Requested by Drea)
Since he had blond hair
Then I should have it as well
Genetics makes sense


Brown Like the Bottle (Requested by Drea)
The sun toasts my skin
Changing my appearance to
A much darker me


Mole On My Temple (Requested by Drea)
I see the bugger
And I can never catch him
He digs through my floors


Sarah Harmer In Victoria (Requested by Drea)
Voice of an angel
Graces this West Coast city
With her awesome songs


I Want To Bang On My Drum All Day (Requested by Drea)
Working sucks donkeys
I’d much rather be outside
Playing with my bongos


Drinking is Now Legal (Requested by Drea)
When I turned nineteen
I was very excited
I could drink at bars!


Three Leaf Clover (Requested by Drea)
These are quite common
I see lots in my quest for
A four leaf clover


Wintertime In Saskatchewan (Requested by Drea)
The plains are covered
By a duvet of white snow
A big, flat duvet


Blind Mice (Requested by Drea)
Bumping into things
Causing mischief and mayhem
In their opaque shades


Almost To the Point (Requested by Drea)
You like to ramble
Ordinarily it’s fine
But it’s been three days


No Return (Requested by Drea)
You bought that last year
It’s too late for an exchange
I’m sorry. Please leave


Red and White Canuckians (Requested by Drea)
Like superheroes
We proudly wear our colours
When standing on guard


My Age! (Requested by Drea)
I am thirty-one.
At least I am at this time
Try asking next year




*Remember, you can submit a topic to inspire your very own Haiku Poem by clicking here. You can read about Hai-Kuul here.

Happy Birthday!

Best Wishes to Barbero

I just wanted to take this quick second to wish my friend Zac a Happy Birthday…


Pale, like a vampire
With spidery limbs to climb
Like no one’s business!


Happy Birthday, my friend.