Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Chad Vangaalen - Clinically Dead
So, I was in one of my local "video rental stores" recently (that statement probably dates me, but who cares... God, I did College Radio back in the day, and Chuck's are still cool, but I digress...) and immediately as I walked in heard some amazing, sophisticated, lo-fi recording. I know that sounds like a contradiction in terms. Lo-fi is not supposed to be sophisticated. But, I don't know, there was something nuanced and spectacular about the music. I asked the video clerk what they were playing. Chad Vangaalen. I am now a fan. Oh, and the dude animates. Too cool for his own good!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Someone to Cheer for...

Click here to read more about our man en Le Tour this year.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Viva Venice!
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The first person I met when Meg and I arrived in Los Angeles in 2005 was a friend of a friend named Raul Sanchez Ortego. "El Moro" to his amigos. The bizarre and wonderful thing was that we were introduced via cybernectic means by Luisma Lavin Peredo a great friend of mine from España. Luisma knew that both Raul and I were moving to L.A. at about the same time. More than that - he knew that we'd get along and become good friends. What he didn't know was that Raul would also turn out to be born and raised in a working class neighbourhood of Madrid called Vallecas. The very same neighbourhood that Meg's family is from and where Meg and I lived while in Madrid. Small world indeed. They're both Vallecanos! Que chulo!
Raul sent me this movie recently. It's a little remembrance of Venice Beach, California where we both chose to live while in L.A. As you can see Raul is a talented visual effects artist. For me it is the sense of a gritty urban feel & performance art that fits my scratchy memories of surfbaords quietly gliding through the streets and alleys of Venice as I headed off to work. Soldiers in a never ending battle against the tide of conservative life. Somehow, amidst all the air conditioned apartments, cars and office towers of Los Angeles, Venice stands virtually alone as a visceral, earthy & connected "people's place" by the sea. No where else that I saw in L.A. where people so in tune with what a neighbourhood by the sea could be. Long live the hippie freaks!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
SIGGRAPH 2008 - Day 2
Monday, August 11, 2008
SIGGRAPH 2008 - Day 1
Sunday, August 10, 2008
August Rains

Calvin (4 year old boy): It's raining AGAIN. I don't want to get wet today.
Calvin's papa: Well, when it rains like this you have a choice. You can stay inside all day. Or you can just go outside, know you're going to get wet, plan on getting wet, and enjoy the day anyway.
For more rain, click here.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Watchmen

Saturday, July 05, 2008
Vive Le Tour!

Thursday, July 03, 2008
Where the Hell is Matt?

Check it out - you'll smile - I promise.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
EugeniusD80's Photos

Monday, December 24, 2007
Hallelujah, Thank You, Leonard

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Monday, December 17, 2007
Let it Snow!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The Red Violin

Friday, October 05, 2007
London Calling Walshman Oct.11-16th

Sunday, September 30, 2007
The Cool Creaps Into the Air
Saturday, September 22, 2007
More Great Work by Ben Reeves

Smoke and cream pie: the ultimate cover-up
By GARY MICHAEL DAULT
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Ben Reeves at Jessica Bradley Art + Projects
Painter Ben Reeves seems quite taken with the idea of superimposition. In the case of the painting reproduced here, for example, his Car and Petals, the Vancouver-based artist has very convincingly offered up an image of a tomato-red Volkswagen Beetle, delicately covered with fallen pink Magnolia blossoms. There are two pictorial elements in dialogue, in dynamic equilibrium: one that covers, and one that is covered.
Curiously, though, the artist's winning new exhibition (Smoke, Flowers, Cars) at Jessica Bradley Art + Projects (his first solo show in Toronto) doesn't begin with the artist's determination to cover something with a second something. In fact, you get about half way through it before the impositions begin to happen. The paintings in the first room, which seem only to be about Reeves's exquisite paint handling, are entirely imposition free: That is to say, they are about one thing at a time, and not about two things at once.
Reeves's big Ice Breaker, for example, is just that - a lush, sensuously brushed painting of an ice breaker, negotiating frigid, thickening seas. Why an ice breaker? Who knows? Except that there is something about the ship's hard, hulking form, and the bright, thin sunlight falling all about it, that serves Reeves's purposes well - one of which, at least, is to slather on the oil paint in a way that carves his chosen subject from the canvas's blank space with the kind of exuberant, painterly abandon you don't see much any more. On the wall opposite Ice Breaker, there
is another lushly painted but imposition-free work, called Smoke (Close Up). Like Ice Breaker, it's a painting with a lot of brio - but that's really all. (The atmospheres of other famous paint-handlers, by the way, lurk within its churning field: Willem de Kooning, for example, and Richard Diebenkorn, and even Britain's Frank Auerbach.)
But when you round the corner into the second gallery, past a curiously listless painting called Broadway and Oak (Magnolia) - the only purpose of which may be to introduce the upcoming imposition idea (blossoms fallen on the grass and sidewalk) - you suddenly find yourself in another painterly world: Here, Reeves crackles wildly into life - and immediately proves himself to be a funny, caustic, inventive and highly original painter.
For here, in this second room, imposition reigns supreme. This is where Reeves's smoke paintings are. Three smoke paintings and one cream-pie painting. The four of them are, in fact, nearly obliterated by Reeves's having muffled up the first element of each painting (a portrait) with a second element (smoke, cream). In Smoke 1, Smoke 2 (golfer), and Smoke 3 (girl smoker), the beautifully rendered faces of Reeves's subjects are almost obliterated by the "smoke" - which is made of big, fat, wet-looking globs of grey pigment that the artist has exuberantly and wickedly troweled over the finished painting beneath. In Cream Pie, the same thing has occurred, with globs of "cream" instead of "smoke." This is imposition with a vengeance. And yes, there's a certain slapstick quality to the proceedings (smoking begins to look as silly as being winged with a pie). In the end, though, it is the artist's paint-handling that astonishes. Heavy clouds of "smoke," splatters of "cream pie," it doesn't matter. Reeves has found a way to pile up the paint in such a way that leaves you uncertain whether it's the subject of the painting that counts here, or the way the paint is handled. The balance between the two is brilliant, funny, irritating and disturbing. It's virtuoso stuff.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Walshman Takes On Morning Traffic & Wins!
Walshman Sustains Pre-G.W. Injuries, Survives!
Vancouver, B.C.
In a dramatic incident not unlike the 2005 Yan Ulrich pre-Tour training crash, it was confirmed today that local Vangroovey Clydesdale Class road cycling champion "The Walshman" sustained non-life threatening injuries during a routine training lap of the city's storied Stanley Park.
Having jostled with morning commuter traffic through the rain-slicked historic Gastown neighbourhood, The Walshman was preparing to "hit the jets" and fly onto the Georgia St. viaduct when he was abruptly brought to a metal twisting halt by a 2005 Toyota Corolla. Stunned on-lookers watched as The Walshman's 230 lb frame crumpled the feeble import in an impressive display of athletic violence.
Although The Walshman felt he had extolled "sufficient vehicular damage" in retribution for having been cut off by an indecisive intersection foible, the incident does not come without its costs. "I was feeling primed for a top performance at this year's Gentleman's Weekend Ball Hockey Bruiser Blowout" claimed a blood soaked Walshman as he waited for paramedics to remove glass from his forearm on the picturesque downtown sidewalk, "now my hopes are dashed. I don't know what to say, I feel like I let me line-mates down."
When hearing the news, an admittedly dejected Coach Pearce, who this year had spent much personal time priming "The Clydesdale Cannon" as he is known in roadie circles remarked, "The Walshman was building towards this moment for several seasons, he was in top condition, I've never seen him so potently athletic."
The Walshman has vowed to push on at this year's Gentleman's Weekend. recalling the heroics of The Legend of the Red during past Ball Hockey Bruiser Blowout Championships. "The Legend was an inspiration as he hobbled about the rink" said a reflective Walshman while he lay on the doctor's table being stitched, "I only hope that I can live up to his tremendous geriatric athleticism."
Security video camera footage to follow.
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

Thursday, September 13, 2007
Sleepy Hollow... Again!
