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Do You Like Good Music – Reprise

Elaboration

I posted this entry a few days ago. It was woefully short, but I wanted to get something out and I didn’t have much time. In my opinion, Pamela‘s music probably speaks volumes more to people than my entire blog, and probably doesn’t need publicity to do well, but I figured I’d publish something short for the purpose of earmarking the subject for a more lengthy post at a later date.

And here we are.

It’s not really a plug, so much as it is me just talking about a good friend that I’m very proud of. Well, maybe it’s also slightly pluggish.



In the Olden Days

I met Pamela in high school. We got along fairly well due to the fact that we both had a strange sense of humour and shared some likes and dislikes.

I was always in awe of Pamela’s musical ability. For a lithe gal she has a huge voice. It never failed to blow me away. On top of that, she played the guitar very well. I was in awe. On top of all of that, Pamela was always willing to share her gift with others.

Our high school had a chapel which was not used all that often. With the exception of being used as a spare classroom from time to time, the chapel was usually available for people to hang out in. The acoustics were nice, so practicing guitar in the space was a no-brainer.

Pamela would teach me how to play chords and tunes on the guitar. She taught me a number of songs, but the two are permanently etched in my memory are Stairway to Heaven and More than Words. Whether this is a good thing or not is still up for debate.

We were also in a play together (Bye Bye Birdie). Pamela played Kim and I played Conrad. It was certainly a lot of fun. Pamela made performing on stage much easier because for all of her ability she was not pretentious in the slightest. She would treat you as an equal, no matter how tone-deaf or horrible you were.

After we graduated, Pamela was someone that I always kept in touch with.



Hennessey

After a few years, I went to see Pamela play in Ottawa with a newly-formed band called Hennessey. They had some catchy tunes and played well together. I remember it was in a crowded pub in Ottawa and I enjoyed every minute. Good, honest music is always the best kind.

I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve made it out to see Hennessey play. I know it was quite a lot. I’d make sure to see them whenever they played in Toronto.

While all of Pamela’s covers with the band during this time were great, her versions of Big Yellow Taxi and Carey by Joni Mitchell rank among my favourite covers of all time.

My highlight of her Hennessey days was when she asked me to be in a music video called The Fifty Most Beautiful People. I joked with her that she’d have to change the title to The Fifty Most Beautiful People and That Ugly Brown guy. She didn’t laugh as long as I thought she would.

I kid.



Solo

Pamela eventually struck it out on her own. She lived a short distance away from me, so it was pretty exciting when she asked me to do some publicity stills for her.

So we booked an afternoon and took some shots. It’s not really hard when your subject is photogenic. However, the intimidating part was to produce images that would show her character. It’s hard to portray what someone might sound like through an image, but it’s possible. I’ve always felt that managed to capture some of the magic that is Pamela.

A little while after that shoot, Pamela was part of a show at Hugh’s Room called “Girls Doing Guys” in which female artists did cover tunes from their favourite male artists. It was at that show that Pamela and Lori Cullen did a version of Mercy, Mercy Me by Marvin Gaye that was (and I kid you not) better than the original. I swear to God.

Since then I’ve tried to get out and see her. It’s been tough, what with having Baby J and all.

Pamela has worked hard on her album called One Hundred Photographs for the last “Four Years, Two Months, Fifteen Days, Seven Hours, Twenty-Two Minutes and Forty-Two Seconds. Approximately.”, according to her.

The hard work certainly shows. I really enjoy listening to her stuff.

Check it out..

Egads! A Meme? HERE?

I Gave In

So, a good friend of mine tagged me with this task. I don’t normally give in, but I was pretty entertained by her list, so I figured I would do it…


Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.


Of course, I am not going to be tagging anyone else with this, as I hate doing that. However, I figured coming up with 25 random things might be fun. In fact, I might come up with more. So here goes…



30 Randumbs

  1. My name means earth worker.
  2. The word meme means boob in Turkish.
  3. I have two brothers and they are both taller than I am (I’m 6’1).
  4. I enjoy practicing martial arts.
  5. I normally dislike the hell out of memes. I only fulfill them once in a while. And even when I do I don’t follow the instructions.
  6. I play several kinds of musical instruments. Of course, I don’t play any of them as well as I would like to.
  7. I’m actually quite shy.
  8. I also don’t like Facebook Apps (for the most part).
  9. I honestly believe that there are not enough true compliments in the world. Too many people spout crap because they think they have to, or because they want to get ahead. If I truly like something, I will tell you. If I don’t, I will tell you, or more likely I will say nothing about it.
  10. While I appear to have a lot of friends, most of them are in the periphery. I have a cadre of close friends whom I cherish. Of course, if you have to ask if you’re in it, you might not be. 😉
  11. This made me very happy. This year will see the addition of many more of these to our circle. It’s an exciting time.
  12. In University I studied Russian, Spanish and French. I will never admit to speaking any of these.
  13. Naruto and Lord of the Rings are two of my favourite sagas.
  14. I used to love to read. I’m rediscovering that love again.
  15. Putting a beloved pet to sleep is not easier than pulling the plug on a person. I don’t know if that sounds wrong or not, but it is certainly true.
  16. I think Facebook is an interesting idea. However, it takes all of the insecurities and complexes we used to have and puts them in electronic form. Most of the time I find that people just like to have friends to say they have them. I don’t usually say no to friend requests because of my insatiable curiosity. But I have had more failed “let’s do lunch” requests than I care to count.
  17. On the flip side… Recently I had lunch with a friend who I last saw about twenty years ago. She was one of the only girls in my class that always managed to make me feel like a somebody. It was great to reconnect. It’s amazing how much and how little we change. I enjoyed myself immensely. I realize that the people that I would like to spend time with are not necessarily the “close friends” I had back then (there are exceptions). In fact, there are a small number of people who I’ve always found interesting that I would like to rekindle friendships with.
  18. I write articles for this site. The editor-in-cheese is a great friend of mine.
  19. Every year for the last few years I’ve participated in a 24-Hour Movie Marathon. Not all the movies are good.
  20. I am an amateur photographer that wishes to become more someday.
  21. I have a black belt in Goju-Ryu Karate-Do. I’ve been doing some form of Martial Art or another for many years. I finally settled on this particular discipline because I really like my Sensei and the work ethic.
  22. Being a parent is about toeing the line between praising too much and too little. Insecurity lies on either side of the tightrope. I don’t know if I’ll be the best parent ever, but I’m going to give it my best shot.
  23. When my daughter was born I gained all kinds of fears about my own mortality. I also gained a new kind of energy and a different kind of happiness than I had before.
  24. I can’t stand it when people place themselves above others, especially when there is no real basis for it.
  25. Algonquin Park will always be one of my favourite places in the world. I know it’s not crown land, and it’s not free to camp there. But for some reason it resonates with me.
  26. I have a hero complex.
  27. I love to cook.
  28. My wife and I once made a deal that I was not allowed to die before her. In 2001 I had a serious car accident. The first thought that went through my head was, I am not allowed to die. Mrs. J would be really pissed off.
  29. My favourite colour is Blue.
  30. I love my family.


Logan’s Run

Little Buddy

I have previously related the story of the origin of our cats so there is no real need to go into how Logan entered our lives. It is somewhat interesting to note, however, that he didn’t look like a cat so much as he did some large black rodent. He was a twitchy, spazzy ‘fraidy cat. But in a way it was somewhat endearing.



The little black rat.
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Kitten Kaboodle

As a kitten, Logan had a heart murmur. He was always the less adventurous of the two, opting to stay in the pet carrier when we brought him home. Laila had pretty much explored a good chunk of our rental unit while Logan stayed behind in the bathroom waiting for her to come back. He relied on her for a lot in those days, as she showed him where to find his food and where to go to the bathroom. He had a love/hate relationship with toys that made crinkly noises.



Logan doing his best Bowie impersonation.
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Growing Into His Head

As he got older, he gained a little more confidence and a lot more mass. He was still a very nervous cat. He was also quite thick, to be honest. He was horrible at gauging distances, and often slammed into things while chasing after flies and running to see pigeons at the windows. One of my favourite stories involves him sitting in the office gazing off into the distance. Suddenly, a bird alighted on our deck rail and Logan became a graceful shadow of action. He bolted across the floor, leaped onto the bed and in one bound pounced toward the bird. Lucky for the bird the newly-cleaned sliding glass door had recently been cleaned, causing our poor hero to appear cartoon-like as he smacked into the pane and slid to the floor. He stood up, shook his head and walked away, casting rueful glances at his former quarry.



From zero to hero. Not too shabby as appearances go.
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Comic Relief

Those who knew Logan knew his penchant for the role of the Jester. Whether or not he did this intentionally is up for debate. Well. Maybe not. In any case it was certainly entertaining. Whether he was chasing his tail on precarious perches, or scrambling around like a fearful maniac, he was a constant source of amusement. Even when he was on medication for one of his infections, he still managed to deliver the goods. He put his all into his role.

He also seemed to grow more crotchety every year, picking on Laila for reasons known only to him. She was pretty tolerant of it all. She would fight back, not allowing him to get away with things. If some foreign cat found its way into the house, she would defend him from the interlopers, because he just didn’t have the balls for combat.


Logan making one of his Comedy Faces™, and cleaning Laila, probably just before biting her on the noggin.
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On the Move

When we made the decision to move a few years ago the cats did all right in terms of adjusting to their new surroundings. Even Logan – with all of his nervousness – seemed to do well in the new environment. The real challenge, though, was yet to come: The inevitable arrival of Baby J.

We made sure that the cats knew something was happening by letting them spend time in the nursery. I admit that there were times where they probably didn’t want to be as involved in everything but they were pretty patient.



Here we see Logan being very patient with me while I was practicing swaddling. In the other picture he’s chilling on the top of the couch, staring out the bay window.
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Twilight

Baby J really liked Gogan. Considering her first word was cat, it’s no surprise. Logan had a love/hate relationship with Baby J, hissing and swiping at times, and then letting her manhandle him at others. It was very strange. Even though he was shy and stayed away from most people that visited our house, he was the first of the two cats to allow the baby to pet him.

The end, unfortunately (or fortunately) came very fast. I won’t really go into it. Suffice to say that he didn’t really look that sick. He just looked tired and skinny. Each of us spend some special time with him in his final week.



Logan doing what was unfortunately typical for him in the end. Just resting.
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A Good Boy

Logan was a big pain sometimes. He would endlessly whine for food and he would mess up the house. He ate food off the counter and snacked on inedible things. He picked on Laila, hissed at the baby and could be downright weird. But he was our little guy.

For all of these strange things, he was also very affectionate and sweet. He was with us when times were not so good. He made us laugh and when we were down he’d cheer us up. I like to think he knew that he was loved. In the end, he was surprisingly brave and was very peaceful.


I will always remember Logan this way. He was certainly a handsome devil.
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Idjit – A Tale In Pictures

Nu Kahr

So, Mrs. J and I are looking for a new vehicle on account of our own vehicle being too small these days. Baby J is growing faster than Industrial Hemp, so it’s important to be ready for such things.

So we’ve been bouncing a bunch of ideas around as to which car we were looking for when I asked Mrs. J about a Hyundai model.

Which one? Well, let me illustrate…


What I Was Referring To

The Hyundai Tuscon
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How It Should Be Pronounced

Tuscon, Arizona
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How I Pronounced It

A Tusken Raider
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I really don’t think I need to write any more about this.


Halloweenie

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Being an outcast as a kid, Halloween has always been an awesome day to me. The chance to disguise myself as something else certainly had appeal, if only to keep people off my back for a day.

My problem was two-fold. On one hand, I didn’t really have a lot of money to spend on costumes. On the other, even if I did, I really enjoyed trying to make my own costumes.

Given that my monetary status was low, the resources I had access to were somewhat limited. Not to mention, I was a bit of a procrastinator. For example…



The Cop

I got the brilliant idea one year of being a cop. I had a fake badge that was pinned on a hat, and a gun. With these two things alone, I figured I would be the best cop ever…



The dorkiest cop ever.
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Looking back I wonder what the hell I was thinking. It was bad enough that I wore what was clearly an Adidas running top. Not only that, but wearing green sneakers and folded jeans was probably also not a good idea.

To top it all off, my sunglasses were so big they could have protected my face were I to go into welding.

A lot of my childhood costumes were like this. I just chalk it up to the fact that I didn’t think things through. Of course, this seemed to carry into adulthood.



The Crow

The Crow was one of my staple costumes after high school. I saw the movie and thought it was an awesome concept. Not to mention I had a long black wig and the makeup and clothing were relatively easy to do…



The original Crow (left) and my version (right).
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Obviously my version was nowhere near as cool as the movie version. I lacked the cool threads (a ripped t-shirt over another shirt really removes the imposing nature of the character), and the make up was not as good as it could have been.

Score another defeat thanks to waiting for the last minute.



Indiana Jones

Indy is one of my all-time favourite movie characters, mostly because he feels like he could be a real person. One would think that this would make it easier to put together a costume that would do him justice.

This is not always so…



The original Indy (left) and my versions (middle, right).
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Out of all of the costumes I had created up to that point, Indiana Jones was the best. The first year I dressed up as Indy, though, I couldn’t find a bullwhip. I even went to a bunch of sex shops to no avail.

So that year (the middle photo), I used a shock cord and tie-wraps to approximate the whip. It didn’t really work out.

Later on, I ended up securing a nice 10′ whip to hang on my belt, which really helped.

The real problem with the costume, though, was the fact that the palette was all wrong. The saving grace, of course, was that it was universally off.



Kakashi Hatake

Kakashi is another character that I think is awesome. If you don’t watch Naruto, you won’t know who he is.

It’s enough to say, though, that he’s probably one of my favourite characters of all time in any media.

The challenge with this costume was that the character is animated. Translating cartoons to real-world costumes is not always the easiest thing to do. Since my friend Shaun had invited me to a costume party, I gave it my best shot. Shaun is insanely good at making costumes, so I had to meet the standards he sets…



The original Kakashi (left, middle) and my version (right).
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I think I did a pretty good job.

This time I didn’t procrastinate. I designed the costume using some official pieces of clothing, and a lot of searching around Chinatown for parts that would be a close match. For the record, I didn’t actually get the contact lens for my left eye. I just photoshopped it in. But I spent most of the night with my head protector over my left eye anyway.

Kunai are illegal in Canada, so I made the blades out of bristol board using a design courtesy of this kid. The rest of the kunai were made using various parts from Home Depot.

Special shout-outs go to Chris, who went as Maito Gai, and Kelly who went as Chiyo.


The original Kakashi (left), Gai (middle) and Chuiyo (Right).
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Here are our versions…



Our Naruto characters. Gai, Chiyo and Kakashi.
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It was a great party. And it felt great to actually make a decent costume for a change.