The Opening Wednesday

The Opening

Saturday night saw the opening of my show, Juxta-Pose at one of the local establishments.

It was interesting for me because I spend every Thursday night in this place. I suppose one might call it a pub, as it is not really a bar (allows kids in) and not really a restaurant (due to the fact that the bar counter takes up almost a quarter of the floor space.

I had reserved space for a number of peolpe and arranged for munchies to be brought out at relatively regular intervals for the three-hour period of the opening, to show my appreciation for my guests.

And so many people came out!

Certainly I knew that a good number of folks would be attending, but there were many surprises during the evening.

Right from the get-go I was treated to a visit from my uncle and some of my cousins from Rochester (Em’s boyfriend in tow)…

Uncle Rui: Nice work, Jorge
Jorge: Thanks!
UR: These are all very good.
J: [Trying to be funny.] See that one up there? [Points at a chalkboard above the Kitchen window that has the name of the establishment on it.] That one’s not mine.
UR: Oh. That’s too bad because I was actually going to buy that one.

As the evening progressed, more and more friends poured in. During events like this, it’s always tough to manage to sit down with any one person and have a meaningful conversation, but I always try. Mrs. J is really good at making sure that I don’t miss anyone by getting caught up in any given conversation for too long.

A lot of people besides my friends went through the place, checking things out. I saw some taking notes and actually received some really nice compliments from people.

A few people bought me drinks (Thanks Dar & Reay), and others bought my work (Thank you Giles’ and Wendy!).

I just wanted to express my gratitude to all who attended, and invite those of you who have not to check it out. You can read the details here. I will not be there all the time, but I should be there every Thursday this month.
If you can’t make it, or missed reading the booklet that explained all of the photos you can click here.


Dave was over on Wednesday. It was the first time he’s ever been out to see any of my work, what with him holed up in the O-Dot.

I was a little nervous, as Dave is quite the talented wordsmith and I deeply respect his opinions. There was no need, though, as Dave seemed to really enjoy the exhibition. Mrs J. and Reay joined us for dinner after which we skidaddled back to our place and watched House and Lost.

Reay ended up taking off after that. Mrs J. bid us a good night and left Dave and I to our own insidious plots.

We ended up watching old home movies involving us creating stupid fight scenes and odd backwards-moving dancing. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a while.

We also ended up playing Gamecube for a few hours, starting off with some recently-released games and then moving onto the retro 80’s video game disc.
It’s amazing how much technology has advanced in the last twenty years. Some of the games we used to play look horrible by todays standards, but are still fun to play. Back then, when the graphics and sounds weren’t so fancy, one had to rely on making simple and addictive gameplay to keep us entertained.
It’s always good to hang out with my friends. Dave lives quite far away, but I would say that we are much closer friends these days then we ever have been in the past.

The 100th Hai-Kuul – May 06, 2005

A round of applause goes out to Jay for submitting the request that resulted in the 100th haiku! Go figure it was her. Go check out her page!

Nifty Pen Flashlights (Requested by St-Martini-of-the-Vodka)
When you’re in the dark
This little gadget helps you
See. And it’s quite light

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

Tidal Contact

Tidal Wave

Moving a blog is apparently a lot of work, as I am finding out first hand.
While WordPress has the ability to import Blogger articles and comments pretty much bang on, it does nothing for MSN Spaces.

So I have to manually copy the HTML from each article, paste it here, and then re-enter all the comments.

Why am I doing this?

I have no idea anymore.

But I’m not going to stop now.

It’s honestly a great way to learn how to mess about with WordPress, which, I have to say, is quite the awesome deal.


My exhibition is underway.

I took Monday off and spent a few hours hanging my photos. While they don’t cover the walls as much as I would like, they do look pretty good, if I do say so myself.

This time around I cut almost all the mats myself, thanks to a mat cutter that Tien gave me for helping out at his wedding.

Anyone who happens to be in Toronto this weekend should go to your local Contact venue and check out some photography.

Better still come out to mine!


Road Waking Ceremony Mingling Reception Much

On the Road Again

This past weekend we took our second trip across the border in as many weeks to attend my cousin Sara's wedding in Rochester.

We don't normally get down to see them all that often. Considering how much fun we always have when we are there, I am left wondering why we don't.

Guess which country we visited? Click…

Waking Up is Hard to Do

The road trip started early on Saturday morning*, seeing us leaving on time for a change.
The anticipated hell that is usually the border passed quickly and without incident. The drive was short, and we made it to our hotel with quite a bit of time to spare.

We found our way to our room, but not before stopping at Dennis and Lorraine's room first to say hi. I noticed some empties, and remarked to Dennis that they must have had a good time the night before.

Dennis nodded, replying that all of the wedding guests staying at the hotel had a little party in the lobby (where there was a large space with tables and chairs). That sucked for us, but it meant that we were in store for some party people, which was okay with us.

The Ceremony

The ceremony was held in a church, which was beautiful. Complete with a choir loft and pipe organ, it smacked of old-school churchness. Or old-church schoolness? You know what I mean.

It's a long way to Tipperary. Click…

The ceremony was wonderful. The priest that officiated the event had actually married my cousin Sara's parents some time ago**. One thing I've never understood, though, is that the couple sits off to the side (still in plain view, though) as if waiting judgement. Dave did that at his wedding with Sarah***.

Everyone looked great, and there was even one of the world's smallest Sopranos bodyguards…

Are you talkin to me?!?! Click…

Pictures and Mingling

After they had tied the knot, the entire cast and crew of the wedding went outside to have their pictures taken.

It was an opportunity for us to congratulate the bride and groom on their choice to defy the odds of modern times and have a happy marriage****.

It was also a great time to get to know some of my cousin's significant others. My cousin Kate's beau is from Scotland. He's a great lad with an awesome sense of humour. Joe's significant other is from South America. I think she's lived everywhere. Emily's man I already knew and it was good to see him again.

Of course, meeting these people face to face means that you learn about their oddness, like Gregor's bridesmaid fetish…

Scottish men are perverts! Click…

All in all, it was a lot of fun.

We were told to follow the bridal party after the photo shoot to go to another location for another shoot. I didn't realize that we were supposed to be going there to be in the photos. I felt really bad when I found that out*****.

The Reception

The party following the afternoon was excellent. It was held at a local Golf Club.
Sara made the best entrance I think I have ever seen (followed by Kate and her backwards walk with her groomsman).

Sara and Mike opened the evening with their first dance and then it was party time.

The food was great, and the tunes were happening.

Here are a list of interesting things that happened (in no particular order) that made this awesome for me…

  • The last line of Sara's thank-you speech was: Get yourself out on the dance floor, and shake it.
  • Emily did the worm in a bridesmaid dress.
  • Steve did an awesome DVD production of Sara and Mike, complete with over-the-top cutaways and references. Sweet.
  • The big question of the night was whether Gregor had anything underneath his kilt. He didn't. This sent Lorraine into hysterics when he flashed his rump at us******.
  • For some reason Mrs. J and I actually kicked ass at the Merengue. We were both tanked and feeling fine. This method will have to be employed again soon. Nothing like wasted talent. 🙂
  • I was sending text messages back and forth with Mama to make her jealous that I was at an event with an open bar. It worked.

I may add more as I remember them. There were so many awesome things that happened that it's hard to keep them straight.

Thanks So Much

A warm thank you to my Rochester relatives for inviting us down. It was definitely a wonderful time.

Little did Mike know that Sara is really a vampire! Click…

* – I think it's a mathematical rule that one must wake up x number of hours earlier than 9 AM (where x is the number of kilometers to the destination divided by 100).
** – At the reception, Sara's dad made a boo boo when he mentioned the number of years he had been married as a dynamic range rather than a static number. It was quite funny and he milked that for a while.
*** – The part of my brain that's beyond my control always pictures up a trap door opening up for some reason. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that it would be funny if that were to happen.
**** – For the record, Mrs. Jorge and I have been married for three and a half years, which means we've already beaten the odds. Take that, statistics!
***** – Seriously, that was the worst messed up communication between Figs ever. I have already informed the family that I will happily insert myself digitally into any photos they want. Of course, I received a photo of a toilet this morning for some reason…
****** – It has been erroneously reported (by Kate) that Mrs. Jorge was also in hysterics. This is not true, as she is disappointed at missing the show of what we call The Fine Behind.