Why do I torture myself like this? I’m reading (not for the first time) a book called Dangerous Beauty and it so horrific. Worse that the worst slasher film you will ever see, and I am not a fan of slasher-cum-horror films.
But the horror in real life is far worse than what writers can dream up.
The most horrific film I have ever seen is Roman Polanski’s The Pianist. I had nightmares for months. I will never watch that film again because it was so horrific. It made Schindler’s List look like a Teletoon cartoon.
God, the nightmares are all around us and we just keep perpetuating them . . . most definitely more horrorful than any Grimm’s fairy tale about being eaten by wolves.
Seems the Grimm bros. suffered from writer’s cramp when it called for telling a real horror story . . .
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Rock Star
Well, I was, kinda. This is a picture I drew of a photo of my band when I was well, younger than I am now. I'm actually quite amazed at the talent I had at pencil drawing at such a young age, in art school. (I'm third from the left). The guy on the far left, Michael Giri, went on to really achieve rock star status with Stephen Duffy and the Lilac Time. Plus, all the girls loved Mikey . . .
Bob Coons, the second guy from the left, went on to create a Jerry Garcia tribute band (fantastic guitar player).
Then it's li'l ol' me and then yet another Mikey, who would very shortly ditch the hair, become a punk rocker and now is a rather wealthy dude in California (this was in California) is number four.
I'm so damn handsome, if I say so myself! And so rock-starrish, with that fake serious look and square jaw.
God, to be young again . . .
(Mikey II, who was an amazing artist in his own right, is still pissed off to this day that I never finished him . . . but if you want the T-shirt it's here. It might please him if I told him a few people cared that I never did give him his body but people were wearing him on their body
Violence XXXMCC2
I don’t know why I constantly harp on this on this blog—it really has no place on a Montreal food site—but I’m constantly horrified at the violence people do to each other. It literally makes me cry. (I’m crying right now). And I constantly remind people that violence is not just hitting, shooting or killing people . . . it’s accidental violence like leaving your two-year-old in his car seat while you go to work on a hot summer’s day, it’s intentional verbal abuse, harassment, not leaving someone alone when they just want to be left alone . . . it’s all forms of inflicting whatever torment you have in mind on another person, or an animal, for that matter. Even a plant deserves respect.
I’m a great one for history and I’m watching a movie of the unspeakable—unspeakable, I don’t know a better word—the Japanese empire wrought on this world in the Second World War.
And my son has a Japanese passport? How can I possibly explain to him that his ancestors murdered 300,000-plus Chinese civilians, with relish, in the Nanjing massacre? And that the author of a book about it, Iris Chang, committed suicide with a gunshot wound to the head because she couldn’t deal with the stories?
What is it in us that deals violence? Why? It certainly doesn’t advance us evolutionarily. Unless you use the old argument that, yeah, tigers kill Arunachal macaques and we somehow have the animal urge to eat, so we have to inflict violence. But that’s because that’s what tigers NEED to do. They don’t kill things or molest them just for sport.
I’m sure what I’m saying here has been said a million times but it needs to be said again.
And again. Until the violence, in every form, stops.
I’m a great one for history and I’m watching a movie of the unspeakable—unspeakable, I don’t know a better word—the Japanese empire wrought on this world in the Second World War.
And my son has a Japanese passport? How can I possibly explain to him that his ancestors murdered 300,000-plus Chinese civilians, with relish, in the Nanjing massacre? And that the author of a book about it, Iris Chang, committed suicide with a gunshot wound to the head because she couldn’t deal with the stories?
What is it in us that deals violence? Why? It certainly doesn’t advance us evolutionarily. Unless you use the old argument that, yeah, tigers kill Arunachal macaques and we somehow have the animal urge to eat, so we have to inflict violence. But that’s because that’s what tigers NEED to do. They don’t kill things or molest them just for sport.
I’m sure what I’m saying here has been said a million times but it needs to be said again.
And again. Until the violence, in every form, stops.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Little Nicky
I am now officially Little Nicky. Christ, I seem to be in this downward spiral of childhood . . . always regressing . . . Nicky wasn't enough, now it has to be Little Nicky . . . soon it will be Baby Nicky and then just You Little Asshole, Stop Fucking Around While I'm Trying to Put Your Goddamn Shoes On.
Jes' kidding.
Jes' kidding.
Yeah, Fucking Die (rant quotient: 9.85)
God, talk about ASSHOLES in this world. And more assholes. Sometimes I just think that 80% or more of humanity are JUST ASSHOLES. Worse than assholes. Your typical asshole might bug you but he WON'T KILL YOU. But some DO and then they feel all fearful and regretful. WELL, THAT JUST DOES NOT WORK.
I am all for an eye for an eye. They should just be judged, tried and executed for murdering other human beings, or raping, or molesting, or harming other human beings. No, I'm not talking about stealing a fruit at the local market, I am talking about violence, intentional or unintentional, drunken or not drunken, commanded or not commanded, on another living being.
The faster the cycle of violence and abuse in this world is stopped, the faster the people will stop the violence and abuse. I personally am a victim; someone I know was abused as a kid and IT AFFECTS OUR RELATIONSHIP. If I could seek out the abuser and personally kill him, I would.
These creeps who inhabit our world are so pervasive, so dangerous . . . the drunk drivers, the guy next door who preys on your daughter, PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO DO SOMEONE HARM . . .
They should just be vanished. Then there would be room for the rest of us to actually live without fear.
Maybe the day will come, but I'm not too hopeful.
And I certainly do not believe in a god.
I am all for an eye for an eye. They should just be judged, tried and executed for murdering other human beings, or raping, or molesting, or harming other human beings. No, I'm not talking about stealing a fruit at the local market, I am talking about violence, intentional or unintentional, drunken or not drunken, commanded or not commanded, on another living being.
The faster the cycle of violence and abuse in this world is stopped, the faster the people will stop the violence and abuse. I personally am a victim; someone I know was abused as a kid and IT AFFECTS OUR RELATIONSHIP. If I could seek out the abuser and personally kill him, I would.
These creeps who inhabit our world are so pervasive, so dangerous . . . the drunk drivers, the guy next door who preys on your daughter, PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO DO SOMEONE HARM . . .
They should just be vanished. Then there would be room for the rest of us to actually live without fear.
Maybe the day will come, but I'm not too hopeful.
And I certainly do not believe in a god.
Oh, Fucking Great (Rant quotient:9.5)
Well, don't like the F-word in the subject line but this time it belongs.
Seems like the parasites and n'er-do-wells of the Internet are at it again, the little fucking assholes . . . when will people realize that these fuckwads are ripping us off just the same as if they walked into a convenience store and grabbed your collar over the counter at gunpoint? Why is it any different, minus the violence? When is it going to get to the point that these termites of the world . . . and it's astounding just how many of the fuckers there are . . . like anthillsfull . . . are personally in your computer like a home invasion? Well, they ARE NOW.
Thank god I'm on Macintoshes but that ain't going to protect me long.
But please go here to find out why assholes are trying to steal everything you have.
I am a huge eBay user with over 650 transactions and for a while there I took it into my mind to root out the fucking cons advertising $4000 Macintoshes for $200 . . . of course they didn't exist but PEOPLE WERE ACTUALLY BIDDING ON THEM . . . god, people just want to be fucked very badly and they usually succeed, because there are so many assholes out there ready to oblige. So I would bid $1,000,000 on them and that got the idiot eBay people's attention real quick.
Anyway . . . rant over. TAKE CARE.
/Nicky out
Seems like the parasites and n'er-do-wells of the Internet are at it again, the little fucking assholes . . . when will people realize that these fuckwads are ripping us off just the same as if they walked into a convenience store and grabbed your collar over the counter at gunpoint? Why is it any different, minus the violence? When is it going to get to the point that these termites of the world . . . and it's astounding just how many of the fuckers there are . . . like anthillsfull . . . are personally in your computer like a home invasion? Well, they ARE NOW.
Thank god I'm on Macintoshes but that ain't going to protect me long.
But please go here to find out why assholes are trying to steal everything you have.
I am a huge eBay user with over 650 transactions and for a while there I took it into my mind to root out the fucking cons advertising $4000 Macintoshes for $200 . . . of course they didn't exist but PEOPLE WERE ACTUALLY BIDDING ON THEM . . . god, people just want to be fucked very badly and they usually succeed, because there are so many assholes out there ready to oblige. So I would bid $1,000,000 on them and that got the idiot eBay people's attention real quick.
Anyway . . . rant over. TAKE CARE.
/Nicky out
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Odyssey
Christ, it has been one thing after another. ALL THREE of my computers, (all Macintoshes) have in the past four months broken down. But now I'm realizing that it's my laptop I treasure most. I can take it on the balcony. I can take it on the plane. I can plug a microphone into it and shout in my bedroom. WHAT THE FUCK WOULD I DO WITHOUT MY LAPTOP?
That's basically that. Fuck my desktops, a G4 and a G5.
But just when my tech genius, Voy (514-787-9312) fixed my laptop just before I went to Japan (BTW, this is a major plug for him . . . he's just a computer genius who works out of his home but who can take apart screens, hard drives, power supplies, you name it--and just happens to be the nicest guy in the bargain, and the cheapest too! After a month of messing with my MacBook he charged me $100) I discovered that my power plug was frayed and dead. So I took a black tombstone all the way to Japan. But today my new power supply just arrived and IT'S CHARGING. And I am so amped.
Life is finally complete again.
A disclaimer: I don't know why I am so dependent on technology and the straits of confusion therein. Some of the best times I have ever had were when the power failed and it was time to fire up the candles . . .
However, I don't feel complete unless all the technology around me is performing at 99%.
So . . . maybe the next post will be from that little black tombstone . . . on the balcony . . . next to the mint and basil and cilantro and dill and parsley . . .
That's basically that. Fuck my desktops, a G4 and a G5.
But just when my tech genius, Voy (514-787-9312) fixed my laptop just before I went to Japan (BTW, this is a major plug for him . . . he's just a computer genius who works out of his home but who can take apart screens, hard drives, power supplies, you name it--and just happens to be the nicest guy in the bargain, and the cheapest too! After a month of messing with my MacBook he charged me $100) I discovered that my power plug was frayed and dead. So I took a black tombstone all the way to Japan. But today my new power supply just arrived and IT'S CHARGING. And I am so amped.
Life is finally complete again.
A disclaimer: I don't know why I am so dependent on technology and the straits of confusion therein. Some of the best times I have ever had were when the power failed and it was time to fire up the candles . . .
However, I don't feel complete unless all the technology around me is performing at 99%.
So . . . maybe the next post will be from that little black tombstone . . . on the balcony . . . next to the mint and basil and cilantro and dill and parsley . . .
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