Newer
Cat climbs wall...
Bird watches...
Soy beans expire...
Cat retires...
Clouds like giant airships hulk across the sky...
Saturday
New
He turned a corner, and the corner turned with him, and he ran down a tunnel, a tube, in the direction, with discretion, he was...
Going in.
Betty the Pie Baker of Beansville.
Has a sister called Shelley, Shell.
She's a hollow shell. A shell of a human being. Fragile. Empty.
Betty bakes pies 24/7, has cornered the pie market, driven everyone else out. Her pies aren't good, not quality pies, but people buy them because they're cheap, way below the market standard.
Shelley imagines killing her sister, to salvage her and her boyfriend Rick's position in the community. Halloween is in a couple of nights.
WireTap - "Be Prepared" as a Call to Arms
Haven't we had enough of monarchy in this country already?
Honestly!
Talk about lazy. What do spiders do? They literally just hang around, all the time. Even their food comes to them.
Although, if you made something as intricate and wild and beautiful* as a spider's web, I'd say you'd earned the right to piss away the rest of your life, too. Like say if we only got The Scream--that's a lifetime's worth of work right there.
Same with a spider's web.
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* ... the word "beautiful."
Friday
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Generating Station
The decommissioned station.
This is a new, operational generating station, which sits beside the decommissioned station.
ON CIVIL LIBERTIES
...AND THEN Civille Liberties disappeared.
Who knew taking photos of "generating stations" was illegal? I didn't. Do now.
Or is it?
According to my curt introduction to the law, it states that it is illegal for any person to photograph a decommissioned or operative "generating station". Apparently I was in contravention of the law when I went for a much needed bicycle ride in East End Toronto.
[Hearn Generating Station] happens to lie between my place and Cherry Beach. It's on the way. It's not as if I was searching the place out.
While taking photos of a decommissioned generating station, I thought I heard the words, "Hey, no taking pictures!" It was said in such a way as to preclude doubt about the speaker's intention to inflict violence if the opinion was disputed.
Really though, I couldn't believe that those were the words I heard - in anger or otherwise.
And yet, when the voice shouted "Hey!" again, there was no question as to his anger. I saw a pot-bellied bearded man in the distance, by a trailer. Up came his crony, who had a long way to walk - I was that far away from them. He had to walk through hulking debris apparently from the decommissioned station.
And a fenced off area containing canisters. Of what? I don't know.
I had my camera put away long before the lackey was in front of me. He questioned me.
He had on cool sunglasses, befitting someone who wanted to appear tough. Also his hat was on backwards, there was a bandanna, and a studded wristband, of all things. Ironically, he looked like a Sandanista, but really he was just a Fashionista. I appreciated the effort, and I was even somewhat convinced. But the wristband really pushed the whole look over the edge.
But there it was.
"Hey, didn't you hear him?" He meant the bearded fat guy, who I would have to admit, I was afraid of. This guy, however, even with the wristband, didn't scare me. The "state of the nation" was the scariest thought that crossed my mind. I thought: "Surely it's not illegal to take photos on a beautiful day, while on public property, of public (?) property."
But it is.
I explained I was just taking down information. I.e., taking photos of their sign advertising OrbSecurityInc.com. Which I was. I asked him if he was with Orb Security, as though I'd been looking for them ... him.
"You see the badge," he said. Not as a question.
Yes, this was Orb Security. I was a little cowed.
"Whaddaya doing?" he said. Like he had any right to ask. That was when I said I was "taking down your information."
He mentioned the law about taking photos of generating stations. Since there was the law, I couldn't really say I wasn't in contravention of it. I was. It was obvious. So the letter of it - yes, guilty as charged. But not the spirit. I understood the spirit, which was my advantage in this situation.
I told him I had no idea. Of course I know "ignorance of the law does not mitigating circumstances make." I asked him when the law had been enacted. He said since September 11. I asked, "Right since that day?"
He said, "Oh no, about a month later."
"Oh," I said. And thought, How full of shit do you have to be before you stop stinking?
He had his arms crossed. There might have been a tattoo. Likely was.
I reiterated, "Oh well, I had know idea."
He tried the logic on me: "Can't have people taking pictures of entrance and exit points."
"Ah, the lay of the land," I said. "No, can't have that."
He told me to "take care" - and off I went.
Thursday
In the Beginning
He knocked, though there was no need to. It was a gesture, an exercise in formality.
"I have a form. I just wanted to make sure: Is it filled out correctly?"
"You know about the shake up."
I didn't understand her.
Shake up?
"Oh yeah! I'm not sure it was of his own volition..." I said. "How long was he there?"
"Fifteen years?"
"Do you know L--? They were walking down the hall, after I quit, and G-- says he's gonna hire an assassin. L-- says, 'You'll be missed.'
"I hoped she meant by the assassin."
Saturday
Still spring.
I live in the outskirts. Though I can probably get a pass. I will. I think.
Sometimes to find something the best place to start is to stop looking for it.
Sunday
Winter 08
Street
Backyard
CN Tower from Tommy Thompson Park
Richard L. Hearn Generating Station? (Tommy Thompson Park)
Construction Waste - Tommy Thompson Park
Lagoon? (Tommy Thompson Park)
Remember when...
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