Saturday, June 23, 2007

Lack of originality V 1.0

A long time ago a read a post somewhere that was bitching about how much of a rip-off artist Jack Johnson is, particularly with his album cover for In Between Dreams. It was compared to a Sam Roberts album cover with a similar lookin tree.


Granted, he is an unoriginal bastard who recycles the work of others, but to compare that album cover to We Were Born in a Flame is somewhat hypocritical.


Just have a look at k.d. lang's cover from Hymns of the 49th Parallel. And that album was released prior to Roberts' album.


It's tough to say who came up with the tree first, but it's kinda funny that within a year 3 albums came out looking almost identical. Except for Johnson who threw us a curve by adding the yellow.

He's a cunning and deceptive bastard, ain't he?

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Duck Hunt

if there's one mystery in my life, it's gotta be duck hunt

i mean seriously, how the fuck did they do it?


you've got a shit-assed 8 bit system, a few cables, an orange and grey gun that shoots magic, and any television set under the sun
throw in a smiling dog and you've got yourself a party

but how the fuck did they do it?

how does the tv know when it's been shot, let alone where it's been shot?
how is it possible for the system of such abysmal quality as the original Nintendo able to decipher a message that travels through thin air?
how does it know where the duck is when you shoot the fucking thing?

things like this keep me up at night...

Monday, June 11, 2007

She's got a hat and all the hat says is "asshole"

Joel Plaskett Emergency
Ashtray Rock
For a follow-up to the mini-EP that came with Make a Little Noise, I gotta say I expected more from this album. In my mind this record should have been released early in the band's career. It sounds polished, but the subject matter is just too juvenile. There's even a track called "Drunk Teenagers", and at this point Plaskett ought to be moving forward, not looking back at his highshool days. Despite the theme of a band breaking up (a throwback to the demise of Thrush Hermit?) this record just lacks intensity and passion.
I've read reviews saying it's Plaskett's best record yet - they're idiots. I've read reviews saying it's his worst yet - they're idiots too, but less so than the former critics.
Maybe it'll grow on me. Who knows.

Best Tracks: Face of The Earth, Cruisin', Nothing More to Say

Kings of Leon
Because of the Times

Their most produced-sounding record to date, Because of the Times still delivers what I love from the Kings - a unique sound that sets them apart from the crowd. So many songs get you doing the head-nod, your damn neck is sore after it's played through. They keep things pretty simple, but also pretty solid. McFearless is arguably the greatest name ever applied to any song ever. And these brothers just have such confidence in their music and their style you can't help but hear it on every track. The lyrics though... better bust out the liner notes for those. As usual.

Best Tracks: Fans, True Love Way, Ragoo, On Call

Modest Mouse
We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank


To me, this record is even better than Good News, and it surpassed my expectations. I listened to it once and tossed it on the backburner in favour of the raucous Kings of Leon album, but when I gave it another listen I picked up on alot of stuff I had missed the first time around. Now I'm on the 57th time around and I'm not even close to bored with it. I love the random noises, the odd transitions mid-song, and the catchy stuff too. Can't wait to see em again in concert.

Best Tracks: Missed The Boat, People As Places As People, Dashboard, We've Got Everything, Florida

Arcade Fire
Neon Bible

Yet again, a nice surprise to see these guys follow up an awesome record with another one. Gotta love that. Though I haven't listened to this album as much as the aforementioned, I still think it's worthy of a write-up at this point. Unlike their last album that centred around death, this one focuses on discontent in the modern world, and the angst that builds up when you feel that you can't escape any of the bullshit that lingers in everything you do. These guys also have a sound that defines them, and they definitely brought conviction to this record. Highly respectable, definitely worth a listen from start to finish.

Best Tracks: Keep the Car Running, (Antichrist Television Blues), Intervention

Thursday, June 07, 2007

The Fine Art of Falling Apart in the Stanley Cup Finals

Let's be realistic. Anaheim did not deserve to win the Stanley Cup.

They deserved to win one series.
Minnesota was a complete joke from day one. Vancouver was so tired from their first round battle that they had nothing left. And I'm convinced that Detroit was only eliminated due to bad luck and poor officiating. (The 3rd and tying goal by the Ducks in the 4th game of that series, the one where Hasek was literally shoved into the net with the puck sitting on his leg, never should have counted. And it all went downhill from there.)

Ottawa on the other hand, did deserve to win the Cup. Well, at least 3 of the 4 rounds anyway.
They saved their choking for the fourth and final round this year, unlike so many years in the past. Nothing seemed to be going their way, and Spezza and Heatley were out to fucking lunch the entire final series, despite romping the league in the lead up matches.

Niedermayer got the Playoff MVP title, and though he did play well, he wasn't deserving of that trophy either. I'm glad they didn't do the cliche thing and give it to Giguerre, because he was less than spectacular. (Much like Emery in the finals. He looked amazing in game 2, but besides that he gave up a weak goal in every one of the 5 games.)
Personally, I think Daniel Alfredsson was the MVP of the playoffs. For years he's been eaten alive by the press and fans, and always took the blame for the Sens bowing out of the playoffs early. But this year he lit the lamp the most out of any player (including 4 game winning goals), and lead his team with ridiculous penalty killing and solid play, pretty much every game. I think a big reason he was denied the Conn Smythe was that shot he took at Niedermayer in game 4. Beyond that stupid play, he was everything Ottawa needed in a leader.

But now it's finally over (shit, it's only June) and I know what's next - months and months of Leafs Nation laughing about how Ottawa failed.
But guess what fucko's - the Leafs couldn't even make it into 8th place in the conference! Then again, most Leafs fans are too stupid to understand the concept of a glass house.

I'm pretty pissed that the Sens lost, but I look on the bright side:
  • We got to party in Ottawa for the only Sens victory
  • The Cup will spend most of its time North of the border, what with all the Canadians on the Ducks
  • And I won my hockey pools. Let's hear it for beer and money!

Monday, June 04, 2007

Be Red


I just got home last night from a weekend trip up to Ottawa for the Sens' first home game of the finals. It seems like half of our time was spent on the road, but we had a great time regardless. Steve, Bry, and I were the only ones to make the trip, as James bailed at the last minute (probably cuz he's a Maple Leafs fan and can't stand Ottawa) and Mike had already lined up a Jays game on Saturday.

After an hour delay on my train, we settled into Bry's blue '96 Buick Regal (Custom Edition) and headed for the nation's capital. We pulled up to our friend Kristen's place at midnight and hung out with her for an hour or so befor ecrashing. They set us up pretty nicely with matresses and comforters and everything, so we had no complaints at all.

Saturday we wandered the town in our Sens t-shirts and saw all of the parliament buildings and everything. I'd never been to Ottawa before, save for one time we passed through to get to Hull, so it was cool to see all of the oldschool buildings in town.


After spending the afternoon checking out appartments for Bryan in the fall, we settled into a bar down on the main strip and started drinkin. That was about 4 o'clock. We were pretty loaded by gametime, and we had all signed up for credit cards to get these sweet Senators blankets. Our group at the bar included us boys, Kris and Graham, along with her sis and her husband, a few friends of theirs, and a couple of Kristens friends too. We all got shitfaced.

My favourite part of the bar wasn't when Ottawa scored, but the national anthem that everyone sang at the start of the game. it was pretty funny, I bet the whole city was singin it along with that minto who belts out the anthems for the Sens at the arena.

And after the victory the street was total chaos. Gow and I wandered up and down for blocks at a time just giving high-5's to any-and-everybody we saw coming towards us. We even ended up running into a girl named Nadine that we had met this year in Cuba.


And after a long bus ride back to Kristens we crashed for the night. And by 10 a.m. Sunday we were heading back down the highway towards Toronto.

All told - a mint weekend.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Same pile, different shit

Its amazing just how much we seem to depend on these damn machines.
For the better part of the last month I've been disconnected from the world - no internet, no phone, no school, no job, no hot water, and no way of easily getting around.
As soon as I moved out of good old 291 Central Ave. (the place I called home for the past two years) I was cast into the fuckin dark ages. Well I guess I did have electricity, so that was one bonus.

But things always sort themselves out. I'm clearly online right now, I bought myself my first ever cell phone, got the gas man in to fire up the furnace, and kinda-sorta lined myself up with a job for the summer. And the old man even let me borrow his car this week. Lucky me.

I guess there's a fair bit to update.

My marks in school this year were my best ever, so it looks like I'm pretty set for next year with a light course load to finish up my degree. That reminds me, I really oughta make sure that my averages are good enough...

I've just lined up a job for the summer, a grounds maintenance thing for some nice old municipal buildings downtown. The pay isn't half bad and it's close by, plus I'll be outside alot so I can work on tanning my pasty-white body. I'm still waiting to hear back for a job that's a little more career-oriented, but by the sounds of things the lady running the show is a bit of a joke, so I'm not holding my breath. I'd also like to work part-time at a record store for a) the discount and b) free posters, stickers, etc.

Just got home from the MacCrae Lake Muckers annual May 2-4 camping/fishing trip up near Honey Harbour. It's a pretty sweet spot, I've been going to the lake since I was about 5 years old, and you can only get there by boat. My bro missed out for the first time ever, but the old man and I drank enough to make up for his absence. So much in fact, that on Friday night I fell over in my chair by the fire and just stayed on the ground. Hardly my finest hour. And I woulda won the fishing derby, but the damn fish of mine twisted the metal of our chain and freed himself. At least I don't have to lug the trophy around for another year.


I replaced my busted camera with one that's similar but far superior to the old one. Only cost me an arm and a leg, but I'll be more careful with the new one. Below you can see a pic of the old camera as it sat on my desk the other day.


I've finally hooked myself up to Flickr, and I think I'll put a little more effort into my barely functioning MySpace so I can upload songs and shit to hopefully be heard by the masses. Not bloody likely...

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Questioning my education

As fourth year comes to an end, and I struggle to ram as much info into my head as possible for the next week and a half of exams, I look back on my time at University thus far and try to put the school aspect of it into context.

In 1st year I learned how to get reasonable grades by doing the bare minimum of homework. Granted it was much harder than highschool ever was, but inherent smarts led me through.
2nd year I learned what it meant to struggle against massive doses of apathy and insomnia and still maintain an average that allowed me to continue attending this school.
3rd year I learned that no matter how much you think you know, there's always someone else that knows more than you. Personally, I never found that to be much of a motivator though.
And in 4th year I learned that I know a hell of alot more than marks will show, or exams can ever test. I learned that I could attain far more knowledge on my own accord compared to having some prof ram it down my throat in the form of excessive readings or complex labs.

The only problem I've found is this - the things I teach myself don't parallel my chosen academic life. I never go out of my way to learn about the genes in humans that activate x pathway, or the circuits of the brain that allow people to do y activity.


But I do have a massive amount of knowledge and understanding of many things that span many different fields of study. I've come to notice that not many people I come in contact with do this kind of thing, and it strikes me as somewhat strange. Granted, we're all paying a shitload of money to be here and to learn what our profs have to teach, yadda yadda, but it's amazing how few people around here seem to take learning upon themselves outside of school work.

I've learned a great deal about current events, the media, politics, history, war, marketing, computers, music, philosophy, art, psychology, etc. etc. and none of it has anything to do with either one of my Double Majors.

This kinda begs the question of what the hell am I doing in my program?
That question is answered by the fact that I can still do fine in my courses, and I still retain alot of what I learn in class. But is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life? I suppose many of my friends are asking themselves the very same thing, the only difference being that they'll be graduating this year and I won't.

Of late, a single phrase has been running through my head - Don't let it define you.
I'm not sure if I picked it up somewhere or just thought of it myself. And to be entirely honest I've been trying to figure out what I even mean when I say that.
The best way I can describe it is this: I see so many people that are easily labelled as "the quiet scientist", "the arrogant Ivey kid", or "the computer geek". It even applies to social life - you know one guy as "the drunk", a girl as "the sporty chick" or another guy as "the dude in the band".
Personally, I don't want to be remembered for any one thing in particular. There are so many people in life that we know for a time and then we part ways, never to meet again. It's my hope that people won't remember me as "the guy who wrote a blog" (that noone reads. haha), or "the big music fan", or "that opinionated asshole".


And that's why I take it upon myself to expand my horizons every day. I'll read an article, listen to a song, watch a movie, have a conversation. And unlike most, I follow it up with something else. Often I'll just look up shit on Wikipedia or Google and link around to find more details.
For example, look up the following:
  • Georgia Home Boy
  • Echolalia
  • Andrewsarchus
  • Passchendaele
  • Freud's Cocaine Letters
  • Bukowski
  • COINTELPRO
Interesting shit eh?

You might wanna inform yourself about other things too, lest you be remembered as "the fool who knew nothing".

Saturday, April 14, 2007

On a bus to Atlantic City with a roll of quarters...

I often find it funny how America claims to be the apex of social evolution. Maher puts things into context.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Finding Iron

It's been awhile, so here's some news:

  • Two nights ago a few friends and I got to see the Blue Jays' home opener in Toronto, and even though they were facing KC, it was a pretty entertaining game. My bro got us tix in the 30th row, right behind home plate. My favourite part of the game was seeing Frank The Tank warm up for his at-bats with a lead pipe. Pretty ridiculous. We snuck in a few mickeys and got nice and shitfaced. On the way home I stuck my head out the car window on the Gardiner to proclaim how great the Jays are, and came back into the car only to find that one of the lenses in my glasses had been blown out onto the highway. Joy.


  • Tomorrow is the last day of classes for my 4th year here at school. The year has flown by faster than any other I'd say. Now it's exam time and I'm unprepared, as usual. Fortunately my first two exams this weekend are easier courses, so I have time to get ready for the tough ones. As usual I have 5 exams, while most of my friends have 2 or 3. Gotta love science.
  • As of now I have no job for the summer. But I do have a place to stay in town if I can get something together. There are numerous reasons why I don't want to go home, but if I'm forced to I suppose there's not much I can do. I'd like to pick up a part time job at a record store for the summer in addition to a regular 9-to-5 schedule. Especially since the new Matt Good album is due out this summer - and I want free posters and shite!
  • Speaking of, I've heard 4 tracks from the new album that have been streamed one after another on his site. Unfortunately they've all been taken down, but in a few months the record will be out anyway.
  • In politics, it seems that two men have lost their minds. Make that 3 men...
  1. John McCain - this toolbox claimed that any Joe Blow can walk the streets of Baghdad freely and without fear, and he set off to the market to prove it! Funny that he needed snipers on the rooftops, 3 Black Hawks, 2 Apaches, the most heavily armored Humvee in the army, and a few dozen troops to protect him. No fear - kinda reminds me of those tacky hats and shirts that had that slogan on them.
  2. Tom Delay - for some reason this idiot equates his personal indictments in the courts with the Holocaust. He pretty much blames the Left for anything he can, and it's pretty fucking sad how far (out in left field) he'll go to smear them. He even wrote a book that includes a passage that equates the Left to the Nazis. And here the rest of us thought Bush was a tad bit closer to Hitler than tree-hugging hippies... how stupid we must be!
  3. Bill O'Reilly - if you've never heard of this fucker, consider yourself lucky. I have heard of him, and I've heard many of the things he's said. Remember that kid in the States that was freed from his abductor and rapist after years of abuse? He blamed the kid. Remember that house fire that killed those kids awhile back? He turned that tragedy into a political point about illegal immigration, and pretty much said they got what they deserved. And now he's sparred with Geraldo regarding a drunk driving incident, which he again spun off topic to fuel his own irrational and intolerant viewpoints. It's amazing this douchebag still has a job, let alone any friends or family that would associate themselves with such a hate fulled man.
  • The NHL playoffs are back, and that means even less time will be spent on school-related material! I was ecstatic to see that those wretched Maple Leafs didn't make the final eight. My Pens aren't gonna make it past Ottawa, but they're young and inexperienced, so that's to be expected. I'm predicting a Sens/Sabres Eastern final and Sharks/Ducks final in the West. Odds are I'll be way off.
  • Canada has lost more troops over in Afghanistan this week. Donald S got all choked up on Coaches Corner tonight, and though I think he goes a little too far with the military stuff sometimes, I can only hope that he shines a light on a topic that most people don't usually concern themselves with. And once that happens, enough voters will realize that we have no reason to be in this "war on terror" in the first place. Unless you count playing lap-dog to the US a legitimate reason...
That's all I can think of for an update today. Now it's time to go catch some hockey.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Hallucinating and blasting puke

So I finally got the Cuba post up. Though we had a great time, I'd like to point out that in some ways I do feel shitty about the way we rich kids go down to paradise and fuck around while your average Cuban or Dominican sleeps every night in a house that most of us would consider unlivable. (That's why it's best not to leave the resort.)
I'm sure those fishing guides thought we were complete assholes. Then again, we did leave them our catch. And we paid them. And as James would say, "That's just the way it is." in the world.
Or was that Bruce Hornsby?

I also figured out the video thing to get YouTube on here. It only took me about a year...
Like most of my technological understandings, it was a trial and error thing that I just stumbled upon. Glad I sorted it out though. Now I just gotta figure out how to get an mp3 player in the sidebar and I'll be rockin.

I had an interview this week for a job in London for the summer, but it turned out to be an interview for what I was doing with the next 3 years of my life, as the doctor and his assistant quizzed me on why I wanted to do my Masters with them. Needless to say, I stumbled like a fool. But who knows, they seemed to like me. I even got a tour of the lab after the 45 minute interview.

I also sorted out a place to stay this summer if I actually do lock up a job down here. Turns out it's about 5 doors down the road from my place now, so that's pretty cool. Most of the summer would be spent alone (unless we find someone to take the other bedroom), but I will have a solid 3 weeks with my friend Laura, because she has to take an Orgo Chem class during the summer.
Then James and I just have to sort out an 8 month lease for next year, hopefully with Ben and Steve back in town too.

I found an article the other day about a set of twins that's been discovered in the States. Turns out they're half identical and half fraternal - something that was previously thought to be impossible. I guess ya learn somethin new every day.

What else is new... my bro came down last weekend. It had been awhile since I'd seen him, and I finally got to see his car. I took it for a spin even though he didn't want me to. (That's why I took off while he was passed out the morning after drinking til 5:30.)

Not much else to say, gotta go get some work done.