The strange, familiar oppressiveness of falling cherry blossoms in Vancouver.
Video is by my friend Geoffrey. (Sorry about the quality – I wish YouTube wouldn’t automatically upsize small frames – this is meant to be a small image.)
Everyone always leaves.
The Unhappy Hipsters blog features Dwell Magazine photos with the captions they were crying out for. Because it’s lonely in the modern world.
Even in your company I feel so alone.
Dwell has a sense of humour; this is their Twitter reply.
Screenshot from the internet. Dialogue between man-boy and his girlfriend:
Mixed-concept mug for friends of owls who only want half a cup of coffee, and who don’t mind if their faux-wood-handled Canadiana is made in Japan.
I apologize for my continuing semi-absence from this blog. I appreciate your patience and I thought you might enjoy this sign from one of the crafts stalls at the Ferry terminal between Vancouver and Victoria. It seems to represent the current state of the BC Arts Council thanks to the current corporate redneckery that prevails here in BC. I’m the head of a board of directors of an art gallery in BC whose promised funding – not tax dollars but money that comes from gaming (provincial lottery) – has been abruptly retracted, while the arts get cut in a million other ways. All other economic sectors are subsidized, but not culture which puts $5 billion into the BC economy annually? If anyone is interested there is more on this here. I and many others are very busy fighting the government to get that money back. The BC Liberals (misnamed) effectively want to put gaming money – the fruits of gambling – into general revenue, which is sort of what you might expect from a tin-pot dictator. If the treasure chest is empty, it’s because they went massively overbudget on the stupid 2010 Olympics, among other things. Oh, and here’s a misleading, obfuscation-filled letter Minister Krueger sent me today, in error. It’s so fantastic when political leaders accidentally send you the “Track Changes” version of their letters.
The Russian Hall, formerly the Russian People’s Home, consistently produces typography so clear, so straightforward, so capitalized it’s almost a design manifesto in itself. That’s what happens when you try to produce design degree zero: the more you eschew style, the cooler your no-style becomes and finally you’re just rad whether you like or not.
