I’m alive, and somewhat cold, here in Toronto. I’ve been busy with the secret project, which is becoming less and less secret by the day.
2002/11/25
The long nightmare is over
President’s daughters turn 21 on Monday. Slammers all round!
And what’s happening in St. John’s these days?
A racy name for an art exhibition is causing quite a fuss between a St. Johns artist whose work is featured in the show and a downtown gallery owner.
…
Baird named the exhibit after one of Roses paintings Any Asshole Can Make Art which is featured in the show.
But Rose, who is known for using text and wit in his creations, failed to see the humour and is fuming over the title.
On Friday, his lawyer, Bill Goodridge, sent a letter to Baird demanding that the gallery stop publicizing the name of the show, describing the title as offensive and defamatory.
For much of the 1990s, The James Baird Gallery was the exclusive agent for Roses artwork. The two parted company a few years ago.
Despite the uproar, Baird stands by the title of the show and wonders why Rose has his dander up.
Hang on a minute. Its my painting. Its the title of the painting. The artist named the painting. Whats the problem? asked Baird.
“Art show title sparks legal spat“,
Terry Roberts,
Telegram,
2002.11.24
Trinity-Anne in Austria
Trinity-Anne’s 18 months old on Wednesday, so here’s some pictures of her from the last three months for your enjoyment.
2002/11/23
Poetry Corner
There’s something about the German language that lends a certain air of mourning, if not outright tragedy, to whatever is being said. Inspired the recent postings of German poems by Kevin Michael Grace, I have decided to take a stab at my own free verse. This is based on a recent crisis which has befallen my house.
Wo sind Sie jetzt?
Meine Dose Kaffee.
Ich brauche Sie,
aber Sie sind so leer.
Morgens, sind wir zusammen aufgestanden.
Morgen nächste, muss ich aber allein trinken?
Wohin bist du gehen?
Meine Dose Kaffee.
Wir brauchen uns,
und du bist nicht hier.
Well, that’s my best effort for a half-year of learning German.
2002/11/22
Oh Joy!
I’ve picked the perfect time to come back home. BC’s own home-grown loopy fruitcake Rachel Marsden, having ruined several men’s lives in the last decade with bizarre tales of sexual harrasment has been charged with harassing yet another man. Frank Magazine will have a field day.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to hold it in place where they stone women after all
The main thing for everyone to keep in mind is that we can’t judge their culture because, er, we’re not them. Or whatever.
Dozens have been killed in northern Nigeria in rioting that erupted after a newspaper suggested the Prophet Mohammad would have approved of the Miss World beauty contest.
The death toll was more than 100 with more than 500 taken to hospital, aid workers said on Friday.
[...] Shehu Sani of the Kaduna-based Civil Rights Congress told The Associated Press he watched a crowd stab a young man, force a petrol-filled tyre around his neck and burn him alive. Sani said he saw three other bodies elsewhere in the city.
“Dozens killed in Miss World riots“,
CNN.com,
2002.11.22
Oh, what the hell, I can’t restrain myself: what a bunch of losers.