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Monday, June 30, 2003
The Pinetree Line--Cold War Canadiana. I was a kid in Falconbrige, Holberg, Dana and Cold Lake.
posted by peter 9:22 PM
Holberg, BC, at the top of Vancouver Island, another RCAF base, amongst my first memories being taken to see the bears at the dump
posted by peter 9:15 PM
and a dead whale at Coal Harbour.
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Our house on the left 1965.
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Dana, Saskatchewan. I was here 64-66. Appears to be abandoned now.
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The Pears of New York
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The Small Fruits of New York
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The Apples of New York
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A Shoal of Fish
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charles sheeler
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Boring postcards
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The Mountie Collection
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Ruavista - Painted Shop Signs in Paris, 1900
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The Illustrated Catalog of ACME Products
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posted by peter 4:51 PM
Happy Birthday Buddy Rich!
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Sunday, June 29, 2003
Glasgow School of Art
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Saturday, June 28, 2003
lots to read in the new Raintaxi
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Friday, June 27, 2003
Pullman's Dark Materials
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FOUND Magazine
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¶ I’m interested to know what you thought of Language Writing at this point.

When the new neighbors moved in, they looked a lot like us. I borrowed a barbecue from them, and because they had a spare, I didn’t return it. Eventually. I broke it. By then, their kids had broken all the windows in our shed, so nothing was said about that, either.

Jacket 22 - Doug Powell interviews David Bromige

posted by peter 3:36 PM
Mike! Sign her up!

from the Guardian

Emma Arden, 11, was not among those queueing for a copy of the new Harry Potter:

I definitely won't be rushing down to the bookshop for my copy and I will be trying my best to ignore all the excitement and hype.

I did try reading the first book. I actually finished it, but I knew early on I didn't like the whole idea of it. It was so unoriginal. There were all sorts of ideas copied from other books. Harry was an orphan and he had a horrid cousin who made his life difficult. That isn't so different from Cinderella.

The elf in the second book reminds me of Gollum, and the woods in the first book with the talking unicorns is something that could have come straight out of Narnia. The whole revenge plot between Harry and Voldemort is also a bit boring and has been done loads of times before.

The characters are a bit stereotyped and the way JK Rowling writes is flat and boring. It is like a grown-up talking to children. I find it quite patronising. I am surprised that adults read the books. They are children's fantasy stories. Maybe they want to read them to reconnect with their childhoods, maybe they want to see what the fuss is all about, or maybe they are bored.

When the first book came out there was so much hype. Since the other books, movies and merchandise have come out it has got a bit silly.

I think queueing up at midnight is a bit excessive. It isn't the end of the world if you don't get one book, or you get it a bit late. It is only a book about a boy who is a wizard. A book like that isn't going to change anything.

I also think that if they are releasing this for children then they should do it during the day, instead of in the middle of the night.

My friends know that I am not interested, so they talk to me about other stuff. I used to have to remind them all the time that I didn't want to chat about Harry Potter, but now it is fine. It is just my opinion and they accept that.

They do like the books, but they wouldn't go to get a copy in the middle of the night.

People have Harry Potter parties and I did feel left out at first. I was invited to a few when the first book became popular. I didn't go to the first fancy dress party because I just didn't like the idea of it and didn't want to pretend that I did.

The next one was to see the movie and I went because I wanted to see if they had made it better than the book. It was still a bit unrealistic for me. I can't believe in the fantasy world. That doesn't draw me into books. I prefer realistic stories that I can relate to. I like reading books about real problems and real lives by authors like Nina Bawden and Catherine MacPhail.

If it hadn't been for the publicity then I don't think Harry Potter would have become such a big thing. I don't think the hype will last forever. I don't believe it is something that has real staying power.

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Flower Fairies of the Summer
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LRB | Jenny Diski : Flowery, rustic, tippy, smokey
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Lemonade Recipes
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Pigments through the Ages
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Dialect Survey Results
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Thursday, June 26, 2003
Interactivist Info Exchange: Independent Media & Analysis
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Railroad Maps Collection
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Old Finnish Toys
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City of Shadows
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Pickle Juice's Uses
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Gary, Indiana
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A Trip to the Moon
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The Mercury Theatre on the Air
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Don Quijote: Engravings by Gustavo Doré #2
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Wednesday, June 25, 2003

From the receiving set fooleries
of a philosophical school
which to the terminals marked "Radio"
one sees in dreams of this type
the rear panel,
and set sometimes a reproach,
sometimes a warning; selector switch on the "Radio" position.
In short, a symbolic and moral picture
begotten in the spirit itself of the sleeper. It is a dictionary
which one must study; a language
of which sages may obtain the key.

Meaning or connection with the compartment lamp
is the character, the life, and the socket for inserting
the plug of passions of the sleeper: this dream, a monitoring speaker.

The volume which I shall call hieroglyphic,
evidently control knobs, the volume of representations
the supernatural side of life, their respective pickups.

The radio volume is used exactly because control
would be used only if absurd,
the ancients believed the amplifying equipment
used it to be divine. As it amplifies
the radio program received upon,
inexplicable by natural causes, they an individual radio set.
If it attributed to it a cause external in front his vices,
combine themselves in the lamp,
it lights manner more or less bizarre with
only when the power switch is the
objects which he has met on. The three signal lamps in in his day's work,
which have the right-hand corner controlled
carelessly fixed themselves upon the vast the rear of the theatre.

Signals canvas his memory. That is
may be arranged with someone stationed the natural dream;
it is in the theatre at the signal man himself.
But the other kind of lamp controls, for the proper monitoring of dream,
the dream absurd and the volume.

To the right unforseen, without it will automatically start again,
so of hashish from the phenomena of long as the switch is left dream.
In dream, that adventurous voyage on.
The pick-up lamps are used which we undertake every night,
there for illumination only.
They are neither is something positively miraculous.
It is signal nor pilot lights except in a miracle
whose punctual occurrence has so far
as they are always blunted its mystery.
The dreams of burning when the power switch
is man are of two classes. Some, turned on.
The compartment lamp, likewise,
full of his ordinary life, is for illumination only.

It operates his preoccupations, his desires,
off from the switch directly.
And since whenever the power switch is on,
ordinary run of readers
but either table can be easily questioned
the word "hashish" connotes the stopped by
simply pressing
a finger idea of a strange and topsy-turvy
against it until it comes to world,
the expectation of prodigious dreams rest.

This can be done without (it would be better to say damage
to the mechanism as each hallucinations, which are,
by the way, turntable driven by a separation less frequent than people suppose)
One electric motor.

If a turntable has will at once remark upon
has been stopped to change a record,
important difference which separates the effects.
Three contain to know, resembling that of those two
78 r.p.m. turntables and the people who have never quitted their other,
contains three turntables of the firesides when they meet a man same speed.
The phonograph who returns from distant and unknown
wooden case
contains two 78 r.p.m. countries.

They imagine hashish-drunkenness to themselves turntables.

What does one experience?
The purpose of the one see?
Wonderful sights? Is it music in the absence of an very beautiful?
and very terrible?
and orchestra, or during the showing of very dangerous?
Such are the usual pictures for which no special
sound questions
which, with a curiosity mingled
accompaniment is provided. It also provides with fear,
those ignorant of hashish a method for playing overtures
and address to its adepts.
It is, exits.
The childish impatience in four steel cases.

posted by peter 10:40 AM
Search the Proceedings of the Old Bailey
posted by peter 8:33 AM
Happy Birthday Baudelaire
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Photos of Tallin
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Tuesday, June 24, 2003
found these amazing plates.
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Homage to Georges Perec and Peggy Hill
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Quantum Sonnet
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Jordan reviews Lee Ann
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Monday, June 23, 2003
Had a lovely breakfast here once
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Ellis Island Culleys
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about to reread "Elidor"
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Muslimgauze - Hi Quality Free MP3 Music
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Muslimgauze - the Messenger (The Authorized Muslimgauze Site)
posted by peter 1:34 PM
DJ/Rupture - Minesweeper Suite - Review
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Free download of amazing hourlong mix by DJ/ Rupture
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DJ Theo Parrish
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French house
posted by peter 11:40 AM
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Poems on Hammertown
posted by peter 1:13 PM
Big Trees on Salt Spring Island
posted by peter 1:06 PM
Hudson Valley Ruins
posted by peter 10:27 AM
Secret Tunnels in Vancouver
posted by peter 10:22 AM
Abandoned sawmills in Finland
posted by peter 10:20 AM
Hawksmoor Church Walk
posted by peter 10:08 AM
Tour the Moon
posted by peter 10:03 AM
Saturday, June 21, 2003
The Summer Solstice
posted by peter 6:45 PM
Midsummer in Finland
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UK Nights
posted by peter 3:54 PM
Edward Burtynsky Photographic Works
posted by peter 3:52 PM
The Empire Strikes Back
posted by peter 3:15 PM
Friday, June 20, 2003
Jordan, re: tests of poetry: see Number 5. of the Julius Knipl radio shows "The Ink Eradicator" or whack the poem against the side of your desk and listen for the canonical Ur-chord
posted by peter 2:19 PM
from Artspeak in Vancouver, the call is free!:

Lines Spoken For
Antonia Hirsch


1.866.SPOKEN4 (1.866.776.5364 toll-free across Canada)
+1.604.696.1328 (local and international calls)

Focusing on the International Date Line, Lines Spoken For is a telephone project using the familiar voice messaging system format. Navigating through the Kafkaesque system, callers uncover the peculiar circumstances of a delegate to the historic Conference for the Purpose of Fixing a Prime Meridian and a Universal Day. At this conference, involving a select group of international stakeholders, an issue of global importance is on the table: the location of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Just as one day would fluidly transform into the next - were it not for the International Date Line - Lines Spoken For exists without temporal regulator: cause and effect and consequently the construction of meaning is determined by the caller's navigation through the system. Significantly, Lines Spoken For exists in a realm of ideas: without physical presence.

A parallel publication, Lines Spoken For, articulates the project in print format. Designed by Judith Steedman in collaboration with Antonia Hirsch, this artist's book uses a rotating binding system and circular pages to undo the structural logic of the book and remix notions of time and narrative progression. Together, the two components of Lines Spoken For contribute to Hirsch's on-going investigation of the many paradoxes of time and the mechanisms employed to track and maintain these consensual fictions regulating nearly all aspects of society.

posted by peter 11:47 AM
Birds of the World on Postage Stamps
posted by peter 7:33 AM
Berlin Flora
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for Mina
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Walter Scott Digital Archive
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Border Stones
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Thursday, June 19, 2003
posted by peter 2:07 PM
Sweet Tea
posted by peter 2:05 PM
"..gin & lime...summertime..."

my fake ibiza

posted by peter 10:03 AM
interesting Patricia Highsmith article
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Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Dachshund Early Comics - An Online Anthology
posted by peter 4:36 PM
Penny Postcards
posted by peter 4:12 PM
Hans Bellmer/de Sade
posted by peter 4:06 PM
Good review of "Everything Must Go". Watching--in little bits, looping around, avoiding trauma--"Once Upon a Time in America", listening to now-as old-as-they-always-seemed Steely Dan and writing ( with wuffering deference) about Zeppelin, not just my cultural conservatism looms up, always there, but how solid and serene now. Like get out of my yard you brats. A nostalgia I can bite down on, driving up Bruce Avenue in the June dusk. OUTIA's scenes play out so long that you start remembering them as you watch.
posted by peter 1:02 PM
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
going to go get this later
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Monday, June 16, 2003
Virtual Reality Panorama of China Beach
posted by peter 3:36 PM
Happy Bloomsday!
posted by peter 9:09 AM
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Mmmm Nice
posted by peter 5:42 PM
Happy Birthday Harry Nilsson (Popeye on DVD, Pete!)
posted by peter 2:12 PM
...and equally hummable Edvard Grieg
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Peck Alert!
posted by peter 11:12 AM
William Glackens "Breezy Day, Tugboats, New York Harbour" 1910
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Everett Shinn's "Night Club Scene" 1934
posted by peter 10:51 AM
Ben Katchor By Ben Katchor
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The ghostly salt city beneath Detroit
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Saturday, June 14, 2003
hello Jo Bob Liam Alister
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Ben Katchor: Picture Stories
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Julius Knipl: Real Estate Photographer [Radio Cartoon]
posted by peter 5:11 PM
Thursday, June 12, 2003
a bleak-ish batch from birthday boy Jordan
posted by peter 12:25 PM
Underrated Ahab
posted by peter 12:13 PM
Wednesday, June 11, 2003

The Boiled Owl
shudders in his shawl
but otherwise don’t
move at all.
Vast eyes popped open
five seconds since
but here’s hopin’
his automatic wince-
inducing dog and pony
shit can just this once
dangle not trickle
allowing for slow
Gordo chiaroscuro
fade footage
on our part--
not even a lickle
of his ruffled accusations
and regretful cravats
juwanna see.

posted by peter 11:57 PM
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Today is Day of Plep, my favorite blog
posted by peter 1:18 PM
Erik Satie's Crystal Ball
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Monday, June 09, 2003

"It was now after noon; I approached a charming vale,

amidst sublimely high forests, awful shades! darkness

gathers around, far distant thunder rolls over the

trembling hills; the black clouds with august majesty

and power, moves slowly forwards, shading regions of

towering hills, and threatening all the destructions of

a thunderstorm; all around is now still as death, not a

whisper is heard, but a total inactivity and silence

seems to pervade the earth; the birds afraid to utter a

chirrup, and in low tremulous voices take leave of

each other, seeking covert and safety; every insect is

silenced, and nothing heard but the roaring of the

approaching hurricane; the mighty cloud now expands

its sable wings, extending from North to South, and is

driven irresistibly on by the tumultuous winds,

spreading his livid wings around the gloomy concave,

armed with terrors of thunder and fiery shafts of

lightning; now the lofty forests bend low beneath its

fury, their limbs and wavy boughs are tossed about and

catch hold of each other; the mountains tremble and

seem to reel about, and the ancient hills to be shaken

to their foundations: the furious storm sweeps along,

smoaking through the vale and over the resounding hills;

the face of the earth is obscured by the deluge

descending from the firmament, and I am deafened by

the din of thunder; the tempestuous scene damps my

spirits, and my horse sinks under me at the tremendous

peals, as I hasten for the plain."

reading, with intense nostalgia for the fly-lit forests of the Blue Ridge...

posted by peter 11:24 AM
...William Bartram
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Happy Birthdays to Les Paul...
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Jackie Wilson
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...and sweet, sweet Root Beer
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Carl Nielsen
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Sunday, June 08, 2003
sat at his desk here for about half a second, September 1990
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now everybody read some Balzac
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The FOLKWAYS Archive Contribution Form
posted by peter 4:41 PM
Painted movie posters from Ghana
posted by peter 4:31 PM
Fiona Bowie
posted by peter 4:19 PM
Kitty Postcards for the Kids
posted by peter 4:16 PM
Barren Lands Digital Collection

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Friday, June 06, 2003
knock knock
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Thursday, June 05, 2003
British Poetry 1780-1910: a Hypertext Archive of Scholarly Editions: Electronic Text Center, University of Virginia
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Lartigue: Imprints of Joy
posted by peter 1:53 PM
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Scots Minstrelsie
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photos by
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Scott McFarland
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