Canons for Crickets

Pittsburgh Pirates

2011-08-13T06:11:00.000-07:00

What is happening in Pittsburgh!?

Never before have we been so privy to a Christopher Nolan set, especially a Batman set! Yet, it's like we're watching a making of. A documentary on how to make a Batman movie. Literally, we're getting glimpses at characters, locations, vehicles and story in non-shakey, full HD formats, as if this movie was being pirated before it's even done! That's just so strange to me. Even with Nolan's films outside that of the caped crusader we're still kept in secrecy. So as you can see, I'm a littler perplexed, which can really only lead a person two places: confused and crying in a corner, or in a search for answers, and that's just what I found.

Here, Anne Hatheway says something interesting, in regards to her opinion of sneak peeks:

“That’s like a tenth of what the catsuit is. And I’ve got to say, I find it frustrating and I know he finds it frustrating, but I also think that he’s having fun with it, kind of like spooning out secrets. He has a lot more control than you think”.

Source: MTV

Of course "He" is Nolan.

This can only lead one to believe that the marketing ploy on this film is rather different compared to the previous Batman films, and incredibly intriguing at that. In fact, it's ass backwards and forward again! Rather than create buzz and suspense through the wonder of the unknown, with only hints and games to create in our minds what we wishfully long to see, “Just give them what they want!”, seems to be their motto. Which I guess hasn't been that bad, has it? Maybe a little unnerving. I don't want this movie spoiled for me. Can this spoil a movie for me?

A recent study here found the contrary to be true, that in fact spoilers, hints and teasers might actually enhance our viewing experience. And you know what, it makes sense.

So when the reality sets in at the end of this post, and you realize that we've all been idiots this whole time, punching out our best friends because they showed us a spoiler, Warner Brothers will be where they've always been; one step ahead.

My Top 10 Superheroes - Part 2

2011-08-03T09:01:00.000-07:00

WARNING: This may be my longest post. So if you need to use the bathroom, or are feeling a bit hungry, take care of it now before you dive in..............................................There, now that you're feeling refreshed, let's begin.

Only one hero is allowed to tell off Cyclops (the leader of the X-Men) and get away with it. Only one hero can get away with rocking the most burly sideburns since Burt in Smokey and the Bandit. Only one hero can be torn apart, and literally put himself back together.

5. Wolverine

Aside from number 1, 2 and 3 (don't scroll down, save the surprise) this was my first real superhero in the sense that I started actually reading comics because of him. When Wolverine came into my life, he was still relatively young compared to most heroes, and that made him fresh, modern, unique. In essence he's Batman. Actually he's Batman and Superman combined. (Pretty tough to mess that up) He's the bad boy. Everyone knows a guy like that, but you'd never admit that you like him for it. With Wolverine you don't have to be ashamed, cause he just doesn't care! Such a force to be reckoned with, and best of all, he's Canadian.

Like other heroes there's been a lot of versions of Wolverine, and though nothing can compare to him when he's at his most original, classic self, my personal favorite is the notoriously animalistic, yet heroically self-sacrificing Age of Apocalypse Wolverine.

It might be because green is my favorite color. It might even be because my first comic that I ever got was of Green Lantern(I still have it), but even at a young age I could understand the sheer depth, and unequivocal creativity that went into this character. That is what puts the emerald warrior so high on my list.

4. Green Lantern

There's been so many Green Lanterns it's hard to keep track, and I'll be the first to admit that I ashamedly haven't read nearly enough of his comics. That being said, I can say that every time I do have an opportunity to read about Hal Jordan and his fight for universal justice, I am always taken back to that nostalgic place where I'm blown away by the gift of our imaginations, and the capacity comics have to encourage it.

There isn't much that needs to be said about our next hero.

3. Spider - Man

The only people I know that don't like our friendly neighborhood Spidey , seem to like number 5 on this list more, and even then it's more of a petty conflict over popularity.

Simply put, The Amazing Spider-Man (not Spectacular, Ultimate or any other spin-off) is every man's superhero. So all that really needs to be said is:

Thank you Stan Lee, and Steve Ditko.

Ladies and Gentlemen;

2. The Batman

You made it okay to be dark, edgy, jaded, obsessive, tortured, and serious to the point of comedy.

You found an audience so large it's unfathomable, and only equalled by numbers 10 and 3 of this list. You've been campy and disturbing. You've been spoofed and you've been idolized. You've had movies, cartoons, books, TV shows, video games, copycats, and a slew of new characters created all because of your existence.

No one can touch you, yet everyone has. You're such a tangible character, yet most of us would hate to be in a position where we could relate. It actually boggles my mind in some ways how you've achieved the success you have. I think we look to you as a refuge. As the guy who's got it way worse than we ever could. Yet maybe, just maybe if things did actually get to Gotham's extremes in our own world, it's not completely unrealistic that you, or someone like you could exist.

We'll keep coming back to you forever.

Commissioner Gordon, played by Gary Oldman in Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight, described it best why Batman is who he is, to Gotham, and to his fans. Although this is paraphrased and may come across cheesy, it's just plain true:

"He's the hero Gotham deserves"

You probably didn't see this coming.

1. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

I looked down my fair share of man holes as a kid, but I never found them... I'm not sure what I would have done if i did.

I just absolutely love these guys.

I don't think I've ever even read one of their comics, but it didn't matter because Saturday morning with the turtles in a half shell was more than enough! I still go back and watch that show. I'm a huge fan of all their movies, and the biggest critic of anything that comes out with their name on it. If you had seen my room as a child you wouldn't question my justification in being so. I will, at some point in my career make a film for these heroes which all fans can be proud of.

I'm truly grateful these colorful characters entered my life. Now join with me in singing the most catchy, hyper disorder inducing theme song ever.

Thanks for reading :)

TMNT Theme

My Top 10 Superheroes - Part 1

2011-08-03T07:34:00.000-07:00

This was difficult to say the least.

I recently asked one of my best friends and fellow bloggers (Bliz - O - Vision) to make his own version of this very list, but quickly realized that the task at hand is monumental, and it'd only be fair if I did the same.

I've been finding enjoyment in the pages of comics since I was very young, and the obligation felt toward these superheroes and their creators for nurturing my budding imagination is huge. These characters and their stories got me reading, and there just really isn't anything more important than that! So without further ado; Part 1.

10. Superman

I can't say I've read much about Superman. If I read anything, or watch anything he's usually with another character I'm more interested in. He's just not my kinda hero, but he has to make this list simply for the fact that he paved the way for everyone else.

9. Deadpool

I only started reading Deadpool a few years ago. My first encounters with this samurai sword wielding, gun blasting, masked madman were in other comics that he'd periodically pop up in, inevitably creating havoc in the most daring, theatrically awesome ways. As far as I can tell this is the most creatively and comedically insane character out there, while still managing to maintain a place within the mainstream - that's an impressive feat in my books. You can laugh and be scared within the same frame in Deadpool's comics, something I just haven't found anywhere else. At the same time, it's a brave and bold step to go against the boy scout image that many of the first superheroes laid the framework for, and Deadpool has always done it right. He's not necessarily good, but he's not even necessarily bad. He's his own man with his own agenda, though frequently he's just trying to keep his best friend (a talking skull) out of trouble.

8. The Incredible Hulk

"Hulk smash!!"

We've all had those moments, where we lose our tempers, and though we don't turn into 7' (or 20' by Ang Lee's rendition) green monsters, we certainly feel like it on the inside. The Hulk represents something humanity hates about itself, our tempers. I'm sure there has been a number of psychological essays written about this character, and I won't really get into it, the point is that most of us can relate to this character. Bruce Banner is just an average though very intelligent guy, who you just really don't want to get angry. He means well though and because of that he manages to wield his anger into a weapon for good, something I think we all wish we could do in hind sight.

As a side note, I've always wanted to see what would happen between The Hulk and Godzilla.

7. Hellboy

You just can't help but love this guy. I was introduced to him by Guillermo del Toro in the film adaptation, and from what I've been able to get my hands on it was a faithful rendition. Like Jon already noted in his Top Ten, his whole purpose was to annihilate us, but all it took was the affection of one human to turn him into a great defender of the human cause. I also have to add just how refreshing and unique Mike Mignola's design for this character was.

6. Nightwing

Nightwing in my mind is yet to find his potential. I honestly don't think that DC knows what to do with him. He is absolutely, without a doubt one of the coolest characters out there, but needs to find his voice, and a solid team to of writers to give this character what he deserves. Only recently has DC seemed realize the true potential of this character, and they gave him the opportunity to fill the very big role of somebody who will soon be mentioned in Part 2. You could tell DC knew that he was the only one who could do it right, and he has.

Like soap operas, comics have a tendency to recycle stories, with many of these characters now in there eighties they have too. Nightwing however, who's character was first introduced over fifty years ago, I think like no other character has a future which could alter everything in the DC Universe - IF - utilized correctly. It's actually exciting to think of the possibilities.

So there you have it, Part 1. Part 2, coming soon...

Morning

2011-07-31T11:23:00.000-07:00

On lilacs and marigolds

Are early morning answers

To daybreak's question

Vanilla, sultry suggestion

Humming tides as clouds collide

Darkness seems an everest

Further still till day

For the sun we long and pray.

Under the Dark

2011-07-10T18:32:00.000-07:00

It's like a cloud.

Like a cloud of black, bold tenacity.

It's the lonely blanket that is frayed, and out of season, yet capable of efficacy unimaginable.

On trial for our eternity. Our universe is only our own.

Judging the minute hand as the seconds pass, while trying to remember to look up - it's all been done?

Still we question. Still we search.

Still we wait, for the sun.

I wonder what Oscar thinks?

2011-01-26T19:35:00.001-08:00

Yesterday the results for the 2011 Oscar nominations were released, and once again I find myself truly questioning this celebration of the cinematic arts and it's legitimacy - well at least those involved in deciding who gets nominated.

You might notice that below there is a certain prolific filmmaker missing - Christopher Nolan. From a movie that really got people talking, and thinking, not to mention it also made close to a Billion dollars.

I'm in no way doubting, or judging the talent of the directors below, I admire all of them. I could rant and rave like I'm sure lots of people on the internet are doing, but I'd rather just leave you with a question...

Is the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences basically saying that it took less skill as a director to make Inception than it did to make the movies below?

Darren Aronofsky "Black Swan"

David O. Russell "The Fighter"

Tom Hooper "The King's Speech"

David Fincher "The Social Network"

Joel and Ethen Coen "True Grit"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66TuSJo4dZM

The Grand Illusion

2011-01-25T13:57:00.001-08:00

So I'm sitting in the Harriet Irving Library on campus at UNB. This is my 2nd semester in what is technically my 2nd year. I'm waiting to see a screening of Renoir's "The Grand Illusion", which I'm really looking forward to actually.

Life is about as busy as it gets right now with school and trying to keep the films rolling through. Oddly enough, despite all the distractions I've never felt more focused.

The biggest distraction right now would probably be the -20 degree weather, hate the cold! Other than that, life is grand.

Location:Pacey Dr,Fredericton,Canada

Since May

2010-08-22T16:19:00.000-07:00

I can't say I've been particularly busy, as I'd always prefer I was busier, but that being I have been, though I'm surely going to forget the majority of things that have kept me from blogging. So I'll just try and stick to the larger topics.

For starters the films for Haiti benefit was mostly a disappointment, but all in all was still an achievement in some regard, only about 15 people attended, but were very generous to say the least. We ended up donating $500 dollar to the Red Cross. Something is better than nothing. It's nearly the end of August and Haiti is still a wreck...Is Haiti just always going to be a mess? I think I'm going to research whether there has been countries in total turmoil that are now the opposite.

As for SoftLight; the company is moving along slowly but methodically. It's going to be something I'm working on constantly for many years to come before I can see it reaching it's full potential, that being an all encompassing entertainment mogul, specializing in not only film, but also the production of music, literature, and social media.

What I have been contributing to the aforementioned would be another film of my own titled "Second Hand Smoke", which despite the constant set backs due to computer issues(I bought a lemon) is moving along quite nicely and should be finished if not by the end of the month, early September. Also I recently produced a film titled "The Dance", written and directed by Greg Melanson. This is the first film in the SoftLight filmography not directed or written by myself - a nice departure but I'm still most comfortable in the chair - a great learning experience to say the least.

I've also been busy helping my long time friend and film colleague Jesse put together the first ever film festival in Saint Andrews, NB. It's a large undertaking even this first year, but again a great way to gain experience in a field I've been looking at for a long time regarding other ventures I'd like to pursue.

Finally since it seems I'm always writing about the current situation of my education, I'm going to be attending UNB again starting this fall. I've probably already stated my dissatisfaction with this university, at least toward my own field of study, but I've got to just bite the bullet and keep heading toward my goal of having a degree. So as you can guess, I've already turned down opportunities of working on a few sets, which is kind of heartbreaking. I know I am going to feel so left out, and question what in the world I'm doing writing essays when I could be working, earning a living doing what I love, but, that's not the big picture, and I hope I can remember that when I'm stuck in a lecture while my friends and colleagues are creating the next big thing.

Life is good.

It's nice to be writing this again.

The pic below was taken by someone working for NASA in Colorado during the Perseids this year.

Films for Haiti

2010-02-11T07:30:00.001-08:00

After an awesome holiday season filled with good food, quality family time, and lots of travel I thought I'd start the new year off with a little bit of humanitarian work. I've probably mentioned before how important it is to me to help people, and I seem to now be finding ways to do that on a larger scale. On February 22nd, I'll be hosting a fundraiser for the relief efforts currently happening in Haiti. An evening screening of local films with all proceeds going to the Canadian Red Cross. This to me is just the beginning.

Ups, Downs, and Backflips

2009-12-16T16:13:00.000-08:00

All my life I have either been passionate to the point of obsession, or so uninterested I couldn't be bothered to give even a fraction of my time. Add to that a fair dose of rationality, mixed with a sometimes overly romantic view of life, love and dreams, and you could call this a blessing and a curse. I'm almost a walking contradiction in a sense, maybe that's why I'm so indecisive sometimes?

Though I have to look at it from a positive perspective, I'd feel ungrateful if I didn't, it's undeniable that it makes for a wild ride. That being said, this year has been indescribable. I really wouldn't even know where to start, and could only say refer to my previous blogs this year.

I've lost a lot this year, but I've gained so much more in ways I didn't expect. I've been pulled in every direction possible and funny enough, though I'm not physically far from where I started, I'm further than I've ever been.

2009 will not be forgotten!

Going on 3

2009-09-30T18:15:00.000-07:00

So I've been working on a film for going on three weeks now titled Fire Watch, produced by Cinégraphe Productions Inc. This is the fourth film i have done with this company. This time around I am taking on the role both as 2nd Assistant Director and Gaffer. Being a low budget film a 2nd AD is not a necessity, but there are little things here and there that I am taking care of.

The film revolves around a woman suffering from an extreme case of OCD trying to find her mother who has recently gone missing. With the help of a detective formerly from Afghanistan the lead travels deeper into both Canada's back country, and her own failing mental state.

Sounds cool enough.

Been fortunate enough to travel quite a bit with this film. About two weeks of filming in Quebec City, two days in Chalk River, Ontario, tomorrow we leave for two days of filming at a ghost town in Val-Jalbert(a ghost town 3 hours north of Quebec City), then the remainder of the 6 weeks in Cabano, Quebec(a half hour from the the New Brunswick/Quebec border)

Something that was very interesting was two days of filming we did at the Trudel Studio here in Quebec City. A professional sound stage which we had to utilize our entire lighting package to light a green screen we set-up. Very cool!

Once again, these films just make my own desire to make a film I can call my own even greater. Soon...

Finally, the poster for my film "Maybe Tomorrow".

Loans, Fires, and SoftLight

2009-07-31T13:16:00.000-07:00

For about two years now I've been attempting to find some way of attending a film school in Colorado. It came to be that the only way to do so was by going through a Canadian federal/provincial loan agency which I won't name. I can only describe this process as the most frustrating struggle, with the most unprofessional, unknowledgeable people I have ever dealt with in my life. A game of the people vs. bureaucracy- I lost. So no loan, and no film school for me. If in anyway somebody out there reads this and is looking into the program, I'd save yourself the hassle, and stay away!

I think the worst part is that I thought I might get a chance to hang out with my dad for longer than a week during the holidays, but I guess not.

Things happen for a reason though. That was made even more clear to me when only an hour later I had a phone conversation with a producer, who not only offered me a job on his next film "Fire Watch", but also is giving me the opportunity to be the First Assistant Director. I'm really excited for this chance to challenge myself.

While I wait for Fire Watch to commence I've been dividing my time with a lot of reading, watching movies, as well as beginning the process of getting a production company together called SoftLight Studios. I'm already producing another film(SoftLights' first since So Long, and Good Night) titled; Broke. SoftLight to me is the obvious next step, I need to get my name out there and if not through my films than through my film company. Though I know I have a long way to go, I've never felt more confident in my abilities regarding film making, and from this point on I see no looking back, just at the adventure ahead.

I'll end with a quote from the latest book I'm reading by Nigerian author Chinua Achebe, from his novel Things Fall Apart;

"He felt a relief within as the hymn poured into his parched soul. The words of the hymn were like the drops of frozen rain melting on the dry palate of the panting earth"

The above picture is Van Gogh's, "The Sower"

So Long, and Good Night

2009-07-09T13:09:00.000-07:00

Well here it is, the poster for my short film So Long, and Good Night...I recently completed the film and have just begun the calculated process of sending it to festivals. So now I just wait and see what the publics response is to it.

American Sunset

2009-05-18T14:29:00.000-07:00

So here I am, in that foggy daze I can't help but avoid when I get done working on a film. Physically and mentally exhausted, just waiting for my mind to calm down and my body to catch up with me.

For about five weeks now I've been working on a feature film in my own neck of the woods for a change called American Sunset. I can't say I enjoyed working on this film, in fact it was probably the worst experience I have had on a set. At the same time the crew was great, the cast was fun, and I put myself in the position to learn a lot by finally getting out of the electric department and into the AD department as a 3rd. I came on two weeks early as a 2nd 2nd AD(lol, this title is kind of ridiculous seeing as the producer would not hire me as a 3rd, and really only multi, multi million dollar movies need a 2nd 2nd AD) to help the 1st who is a great guy and I ended two days early, just simply done with the film. I didn't even like the script, or the approach to the film, but I was extremely happy with one thing, and that is that I could wake up, go to work, and come home knowing that I'm doing something I love, and I figure if I can survive this film I can survive anything.

So now on to bigger and better things. I am in pre-production for my own film now called So Long, and Good Night. An action comedy that I am literally going all out on. I seriously can't wait to get back into directing, and this is going to be the beginning of a new chapter in my life that is heading me in the direction I want to be in.

From the Outside Looking In

2009-04-06T00:41:00.000-07:00

Back to my old ways-it's almost 5AM.

They say that life repeats itself, and you know based on how many times we find ourselves making the same mistakes I would hope it continues to do so until we get it right. I've found myself reflecting on a memory that until this very night was buried away in the back of my mind, and I'm assuming there is a purpose for it. My life's cross has always been my disconnection from everything, it haunts me in every aspect of my life and if I could defeat it I would, but I can't so instead I try my best to take advantage of it. If I could of then I would have, but instead it opened my eyes to something. So when I found myself thinking about it again tonight, I thought now is my chance...

I arrived in Fredericton in the late spring, right before the summer break. This time of year will always hold a strange place in my heart. Spring isn't my favorite season, but the nights are so unique I'll never forget them, especially this night in particular. Summer is almost upon you, but the spring has not quite let go, and in this part of the world that leaves you with a cold, damp night hidden behind warm days.

I was wide awake, and excited to be back in my old neighborhood. I hugged my mother hello and told her I needed to take a walk, oddly for her she seemed to understand, and despite me only being fifteen she let me go at almost one in the morning. My street was pitch black except for the street light on the corner, and it always felt like you were exiting another universe when you got to the bottom of the street, finally being met by the greater portion of the block. There is a stillness in this city that cannot be duplicated, even when a siren blares, or a dog barks, the silence is always there waiting to take back it's claim. I reached the corner, and lifted out of myself, that's the best way I can explain it. I began seeing what was and could be without me. Homes I passed by all my life, lives within them that I may have seen at one point, existing regardless of my existence. The homes of my friend's, my old schools, the trees, the lights. I was early. Only the urges to wake up my friends kept me insisting to exist, but I didn't exist. I tried to grasp what I was really experiencing only to find myself lost deeper in the feeling of being completely engulfed in the world I had created, but staggering to hold on as I simply waited for it to accept me back...

I decided that night how much of a bubble this city was, but it was soon after that I realized the bubble is of our own construction, anywhere we make it. We take it with us, and it follows us to be gently or even sometimes forcefully placed where we want it. Now if we all have them they certainly coincide, but do not literally interact. We share them but have our own personal claim on them. It exudes itself wherever we go but needs to be reinstated when reintroduced to it's former dwelling. If not, you end up where I was; existing, in a non-existence. Clearly our existence is based on others perception, but if we all share the same bubble, can we not perceive without perception, but rather feel something on a greater level. An acceptance maybe? It's like a sort of offering to the past and the future, admitting you are by far not the only one.

Life Happens

2009-02-23T18:41:00.000-08:00

WOW! Things have really changed since just a short time ago when I last posted. No longer am I in that relationship I felt so strongly about. No I'm not living in Montreal. No I didn't end up going to BC to work/ help my sister with the new baby. Instead, I have been sitting in my house, in bed for just over two weeks trying to recover from a bad case of mono. If you know me at all you'll know boredom is potentially the death of me, and being stuck with my thoughts has really been a struggle, especially at this time. Not just because of the breakup but because I still do feel so fortunate, and enthusiastic about my future. I want to be out there in the thick of it taking and making opportunities. This was the worst time this could have happened to me, but, "Life Happens"

For lack of really anything else to talk about I thought I might rant and rave about the Oscars. I didn't watch the whole thing but I saw enough.

First I'd like to agree with what Penélope Cruz said during her acceptance speech. The Oscars do have a really commercial, political, sometimes sentimentally zapping quality. For this reason a lot of people go as far as to even say we should boycot the event. Miss Cruz hit it on the button however, it's a celebration of the arts that brings the world together. Yes the shows ratings have dropped over the years(last night was far from dull), and we're yet to hear what the numbers were from last night, but I'm willing to bet that with the current world struggles increasing ever more-we let Hollywood take us away last night.

I have not been able to see a lot of the films that were nominated and because of that I purposely have tried to keep my opinions as to who should win based on what I have seen. The only person I was actually rooting for was in the category of Best Cinematography honoring Wally Pfister for his work on The Dark Knight. You might remember I'm a huge fan of the film and I hope this does not discredit my wanting Wally to win. Yes the film was amazing, but I'm basing this on an article I read from a magazine I used to subscribe to published by the American Society of Cinematographers. One of the last issues I received featured an article on Wally and his work for TDK. To keep this short, and to the point; Wally Pfister frequently shot on IMAX, which is an accomplishment in itself and not many have the knowledge, or ingenuity to handle the worlds ultimate film format. IMAX has the greatest depth of field on the planet, and because of this a rather poignant scene which took place in Chicago on a rooftop took 3 days to light. He literally had to light a city to deal with the massive depth of field he was working with. That's just one scene, and one example, I think that says it all. You couldn't explain to me how he did not win, but, "Life Happens"

Still Kick'n

2009-01-22T16:14:00.001-08:00

I seem to have found myself in a new era, one where I'm steadfast to my beliefs even more-so than ever before. As far as I know I have found love, and with that at my side a new courage has ignited inside me to take on the world. My mind seems more open than ever to the vastness that is the universe I am but less than a neutrino within, and I want to learn everything I can. More than ever I feel grateful just to be. Being is such a gift, and although it seems many have to have a near death experience to feel the way I do, I'm just happy, and looking up, rather than down.

2009 guarantees to be a year of struggle but also a year of great rewards. I'm starting school in August and know that even at the very least of achievement gained upon it's completion, will be more than most have at all. And believe it or not on top of that I'm doing something I want to do.

I had the privilege of working on two feature films at the end of last year and learned quite a bit. Not just about film making but also about people, and myself. One thing being that there is an astounding amount of people on this blue planet that are not doing what makes them happy, slaves to the dollar, sufferers of stress, servants to the woes of man- for whatever reason that may be, for good or evil. I'm incredibly fortunate to have a family that supports me, and my ambitions.

I didn't begin writing this entry with any particular idea in mind as to what I would write, but it was long overdue, and I hope this can give you an insight as to where I'm at in my life, this 22 day in January, 2009.

One last thing I wanted to mention seems more and more poignant in these times we're in. I recently read a graphic novel called "The Watchmen", by Alan Moore. A film is being released this coming March about this novel. It is said to be one of the greatest 100 novels by Time magazine. Now all be it, it is a rather graphic, graphic novel, and full of everything dark and disturbing we ignore in day to day life, but for a very good reason. The story takes place in the mid 80's, a time long before 9/11 and a time I would say even though I'm only 24 was a simpler time. However, even then, this science fiction novel seems to stumble upon an idea that only grows clearer, and more obvious as the days go by. That being; only with love, and respect, will the world survive. Calling myself a Christian this is basically already burned into the back of my brain, but as times get harder and harder, it seems to no longer become an option for those who may or may not subscribe to it, but a necessity.

Why So Serious?

2008-07-24T20:55:00.000-07:00

So it's been a good couple of months now, leaving me with enough to write. First off I'll explain the title of this entry; if you somehow you didn't know (which would basically mean you're living under a rock), the latest installment to the revamped Batman saga, "The Dark Knight" is taking the world by storm. The infamous Joker uses the line quite frequently in the film, and I thought it could work in this entry regarding some aspects of my life thus far. I guess I was actually quoted saying this on a local film review site(I guess my opinion might matter?) "I'd like to personally thank Christopher Nolan for raising the bar, not just for superhero movies, not just for Batman, but for film in general." It's going to take a lot to impress me from here on out, and I think it's the least we could have done for a hero we've admired for nearly 70 years.

Now that that's out of the way. I've decided to really try and push myself to take film making even more seriously. When I think about how I'm still kind of stuck in this hobby mode it's no wonder I haven't been able to move forward, but I can't blame that entirely on myself, though I've always found if I do it just entices me to work harder. I've been working on film shoots basically every week since the summer started, be it wedding videos, shorts films, or even shooting gospel projects with a youth group, I'VE BEEN BUSY. I'm finding though that as much as I like being on set, I'd love even more to be on my own set for a project of my own, and working so much has left little time to my own endeavors. It all helps in the end though, and I have always enjoyed helping people irregardless of the task- so I can't complain. One of the major projects I worked on was a 35mm short film written and directed by a close friend called "Ugly". Filming with the industry standard 35mm camera was a blast, and also a challenge I learned so much from. The film actually just returned from the lab on Tuesday and things are looking good.

In more entertainment news I found myself with actual paying film work once again. I landed the job of Gaffer(lighting, and electrical work) again for the company I previously worked with in 2005. The film; "Killing Ruth", sounds a bit crazy, but hey you do what you gotta do I suppose. Also it's not my dream job on a set, but considering I assumed I'd be in Ontario, stuck working in a factory till who knows what hour to pay my bills- I'm definitely a happy camper!!

The above picture was taken with the 35mm camera. It weighs about 70Lbs. when fitted with film mag, matte box, lenses, focus, eye piece, etc...Also is a pic of the late Heath Ledger who deserved the Oscar for his Joker before he passed!

La La land

2008-05-30T11:14:00.000-07:00

Well the summer has finally arrived, and not a moment too soon. Good riddance to winter, and let's bust out the board

Life is moving along at the speed of light as usual and I'm just trying to hold on. After shooting three episodes of a training-television pilot I was handed an opportunity to head south once again in pursuit of a dream. This opportunity was to attend the Colorado Film School(CFS) in Denver, whilst staying with my father and step-mother to save on the cost of living. Now I've probably mentioned my feelings on film school but after a lot of deliberation I decided that I've always enjoyed learning, and being in such an intense environment focusing solely on film making could be quite something. However the cost of the CFS program on such short notice to attend was not doable at all, so in keeping with my don't quit until you've made it attitude I found another option that actually is right up my alley. The Los Angelas Feature Film Academy. In it's first year this training workshop operates in the heart of Los Angelas, California at the famed Center Studios. For 2 months I'll be living in and around Hollywood working, while being trained on a professional Hollywood picture-the real deal! Seems almost to good to be true I know, the experience alone I feel is worth ten times as much.

Now I am well aware of the masses of bright eyed hopefuls that swarm this city daily just for that minute chance of making it big in an industry that I still have my reservations about, but hey I'm young and ready to take my shot. I like so many have always wanted to go to this city despite the insanity that seems to surround it. Be it hours, and hours in traffic, smog, crime, or just simply cost. I'm yet to understand the allure of it all and doubt I ever will. Its only two months though, and you never know I just may end up liking it.

In keeping busy I'm in the pre-production phase for a short film directed by a close friend that will be shooting on 35mm! Also Ive have been working hard on the planning of a Christian summer film making camp. If the camp won't work out this year I'll definitely have the ideas in place to get it rolling next summer.

I added an interview that I landed on local television back in January while I was working on the television pilot. My first time on TV=)

I'm back!

2008-04-02T14:50:00.000-07:00

Well its been awhile.

A relationship came to a conclusion. I renewed my passion for film making. Enjoyed a Christmas at home, and found out what it's like to live in 2008.

As for the absence, well I always have something to say, but sometimes I just don't feel like talking.

Last year I posted about the lunacy of Zimbabwe's president Robert Mugabe, so while we wait for "official" results from the recent election I came across an article in the LA Times that caught my attention. It was an older article that led me on a search for more recent news and luckily I found one dated just at the end of last month. I'll let you read the article and see what you think. To some it will be news, to others nothing new at all.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/africa/article3602711.ece

If it wasn't for the dire situation Zimbabwe finds itself in I could maybe understand the black African. After all I don't think colonializm has ever been thought of as good, and really why shouldn't there be some form of civil, modern agreement? To look at the big picture is another story though. That country was once considered the breadbasket of the southern Africa and now it's a heap, so clearly something isn't working. Not to mention the unthinkable acts of violence that had to happen to give the land back to the black African-literally thousands of white farmers and their families have been murdered.

South Africa appears to be heading down this road as well with recent legislation put in place to forcibly remove white farmers for so called black empowerment. You may remember me mentioning my Uncle Angus finding himself in this predicament, and I couldn't even begin to think of the heart ache that would cause.

Seemingly a problem with no simple answer, but simply put a problem as ancient as man himself. Yes, it's totally up for interpretation, but this however I think of as a different animal. Call it revenge, call it karma, just whatever you do don't call it racism in the 21st century.

Dublin

2007-11-19T16:33:00.000-08:00

Dublin

The last two days in Dublin felt short. We saw the Book of the Kells at Trinity College(the college itself is a landmark). This hand-crafted bible is as much a piece of history as it is a piece of art. Dating back to around 800AD it was nothing short of remarkable. It's exhibition has you literally walk through the history of the book first, all the while your simply waiting to see this masterpiece in person, then finally you enter a dark room, lit simply by seemingly the book itself. Silence, and wonder. It's not even the oldest of it's kind, but something completely captivates you when you see it. From there we got lost looking for St. Patrick's Cathedral and became somewhat intimately acquainted with the side streets of Dublin. From St. Patrick's we went to the Guinness Storehouse where I had my worst pint so far on the trip-strangely enough. The Guinness experience wasn't all that impressive either but fun none the less. The building design is based off of a pint, you start at the bottom, and make your way through the tour where at the top is the sky bar offering great views of the city. So all in all Dublin has a lot to offer, but so far couldn't compare to what I had just saw in the south-west of the country.

Our next stop was Northern Ireland where we'd spend almost two weeks with Katie's family. We got there on a cheap, three hour bus ride from Dublin to Belfast. We met Katie's cousin Graeme who let us stay with him for the night before going further north to his parents-Katie's aunt and uncle. After having some great Chinese food we went to the oldest pub in the city; White's Tavern, which was the worst pub I've ever been to. I would advise against anyone going there for anything other than to wait for the bar to get older than it already is. We woke up late the next morning but thanks to Graeme's ultra cool BMW got to our next destination in no time at all.

The Tour (this is long)

2007-11-07T13:19:00.000-08:00

The Tour

The Romans were unable to conquer Ireland. They found it inhospitable, yet mysteriously intriguing, naming it Hibernia; the Dark Isle. I've only been here for about two weeks now, but I'm beginning to think much the same as the Romans. Such a small and diverse country, with a history that haunts the misty green hills.

Dublin itself is a blast from the past. A horse trading show took place right in the streets when we arrived, but more on Dublin later. After one night in Dublin we were due to take a three day tour of the south. We started by train and arrived in Cork(known as the Venice of Ireland), Blarney castle then is only a five minute drive or so from here, and of course we kissed the Blarney Stone(you can decide if I've become more eloquent). We also got a taste of real Irish weather-Rain! This was okay though, after all rain is what Ireland is about, but not a downpour, just an on again off again, rather irritating drizzle. From Cork we headed even further south to Cobh(pronounced cove). A seaside town which is how I had imagined Ireland, a once famous port, and the last stop of the Titanic before it's first and last voyage. We then headed west to Killarney which we would use as our base for the remainder of the tour. On the way we saw lots of traffic, cows, hills, and I'm sure all forty shades of green. We arrived in the larger than expected Killarney at around seven, just enough time to drop off our things at the B&B(which was very welcoming), then walk down to a nearby hotel to get some dinner. On the way I saw some rather strange sites. First I saw a Texaco(which you normally only see in the southern states of America), and even more odd was a Tim Hortons(a Canadian coffee shop) inside of the Texaco. I was nervous to walk in, as I'm sure a leprechaun would have offered me a large double-double.

The next day started with a "fry"; this is a huge breakfast consisting of anything and everything known to be deadly to the health of your ateries, but simply put; is sustenance to the soul. Our driver for the day was the quintessential Irishmen-Mark. He didn't stop talking for the whole tour of the Ring of Kerry, except for about 20 minutes when we drove threw the countryside listening to "fiddle d'dee" music. We made stops along the Dingle Peninsula, drove threw the birthplace of Ireland's liberator Daniel O'Connoll(famous for bringing the Catholics into politics), stopped at what the Irish called a beach(about as big as my Dad's front lawn)where I got my first glimpse of the ocean, and even the water is green here-a tropical turquoise. Which reminds me that Ireland has palm trees. I'll also mention that the fog here is pretty unbelievable, but the Irish seem to make the most of it. We ended our tour back in Killarney, and the rain had actually stopped.

It might have been because some were tour guides, but so far most of the Irish I had spoken to had a vast knowledge of their country, it's history and culture; something I find very admirable.

The next day of our tour almost didn't happen. Katie and I had forgotten an alarm clock and almost missed the bus, but we made it and were on our way to Limerick. Limerick is the most run down city I have ever seen(including what I have seen in Africa). Didn't see many attractions in Limerick. If you are familiar with Angela's Ashes I did see the pub that Mr. McCourt drank away the family's money. Our first stop was Bunratty Castle. Not the most impressive of castles, and we actually ended up being rushed out as the king and queen of Belgium were coming to see the castle. What did get my attention in the castles' great hall was three pairs of antlers hung on the wall. These antlers had been carbon dated back to 10-15 000 BC, belonging to a now extinct animal called the great Irish elk. After Bunratty we had a two hour drive to the coastal resort town of Doolan. Doolan consists of a main street(or high street as they say) which had a pub, and a trinket shop, but Doolan is not the attraction here, actually I was now closer than ever to what I had been expecting to see most in Ireland-the Cliffs of Moher. I think everyone is familiar with these cliffs, most likely seeing them on a tourism commercial, or a post card, but it really doesn't matter because nothing compares to being there, seeing them for yourself-amazing! We were in a rush again though, the Belgian royalty seemed to be following us-security everywhere.

So that was the tour, and a fabulous one at that. We ended it with a scenic drive to Galway, where we would head west on a train back to two nights in Dublin.

-you can see the cliffs on video at the bottom of the page

London: Round 1

2007-11-01T04:26:00.000-07:00

London: Round 1

So there I was, on a train from Banbury to Marylebone station(London). I had a good idea of what to expect as you can imagine, it's only one of the most famous, most photographed cities in the world.

My first piece of business was a rather important one. We hopped on the tube from Marylebone to the Regent's Park station, this is where I was going to meet the only cousin of mine I still hadn't met-Stewart(my Uncle Dale's son), his wife Claire, and their newborn. Regent's Park itself was massive, full of jogger's, rugby fields, odd pieces of art- an interesting setting for an early morning meeting. Over a snack I got to know this cousin of mine; Stewart is a pilot(which is extremely cool), and Claire works for the British Embassy in Zambia(which I'm sure can be interesting). It wasn't long however and we had to be on our way. Next we set off for downtown. We were greeted at the Charing Cross tube station by a huge protest regarding the problems in Burma. This to me was just how I pictured London; just across the street a small crew was shooting a movie, the streets were bustling, the sirens blaring, and of course; an overcast day. From there we walked down the Mall(a long, straight road leading to Buckingham Palace). Buckingham Palace was not nearly as impressive as I had imagined, but worth a look I suppose. Moving along we went to Westminster Abbey which was unbelievable, unfortunately but understandably taking photos is not permitted, but I was thoroughly impressed. In retrospect the idea of Westminster Abbey is quite strange though; it's basically one of the oldest buildings in the city housing the tombs of anybody considered important-a little creepy. From the Abbey we made a loop past Big Ben which to my surprise is actually connected to the parliament building(I always thought it was a freestanding structure). After a not so good lunch we of course couldn't go to London without giving Katie a chance to shop-this we found on Regent street. I've never been to Rome but I'm sure Regent street was modeled off Roman architecture; an endless street lined to the sky with stone buildings, and luxurious shops galore.

So it was starting to get late and I was starting to get excited, and for a good reason. Next on the agenda was going to be the highlight of my entire trip-we had tickets to see a production at THE Globe Theatre. After catching the tube, then a brief walk with views of the Tower Bridge and St. Paul's cathedral there it was, sitting in all it's glory on the embankment much like it would have in the 17th century. Slightly updated on the interior to accommodate the expectations of modern audiences(I'm sure Shakespeare would be proud). The play itself was The Merchant of Venice, and was absolutely fantastic, the best I've ever seen! We did have to leave right after though to catch a train. With the assistance of a London Black Cab(it has backwards seats...British) we made our train. Early the next day we had a plane to catch from Birmingham to the land of rainbows, leprechauns and of course-Guinness.

2007-10-10T15:09:00.000-07:00

October 7th, 2007.

I sit hereon RyanAir flight #663 from Birmingham International airport to Dublin, Ireland. Flying high above an ocean of cotton candy clouds. An English sunrise at our backs.

I've been on this journey for seven days now and have seen more that I could have ever expected. Staying with my Aunty Irene in the quirky town of Banbury(about an hour and a half train ride north of London. I spent my first day in an exhausted daze, just waiting until the proper time to go to sleep.

Day 2: Over the jet lag and on with a more enlivening day. We spent the day in Oxford, where I learned something maybe I should have already known; Oxford university does not exist(despite all the t-shirts), in fact many prestigious universities or colleges call Oxford home. To get there I took my first train ride(quite impressed with the cleanliness), entered my first castle, and climbed my first tower. I'm still captivated by the old, romantic beauty of that town.

Day 3: Another day greeted us as we departed for a site that is of epic proportions in my opinion; Stonehenge! A massive testament to ancient ingenuity, strength, and more importantly, belief. Standing solemnly amongst a crowd of camera toting tourists, whispering secrets of a time long, long ago, which we are still trying to comprehend. From there we were on to something totally different; Blenheim Palace: home to the Duke of Marlborough. I can sum up my opinion on all palaces right now. So over the top it's tacky. The money and resources needed to build and even maintain the arrogant monstrosities could no doubt be put to a better use.

Day 4: Once again the sun found it's way to England, while we found our way to one of-if not the coolest castles ever; Warwick Castle. A huge gift to history in pristine condition. Complete with a dungeon, lookout towers, a ghost tower, and a rainbow of state rooms, gardens and peacocks. Interestingly the wax figures within provided by Madam Tussaud's, dressed in period attire readying for battle, are so life like the whole ambiance takes on an even more erie feel than a castle already would have. Now fitting with the plan for the next day of our trip we ventured onward from Warwick to the "posh" town Stratford-Upon-Avon. Fully equipped with cobblestone streets, extremely old buildings, an H&M for Katie, and last but not least the birthplace of the world's most renowned writer, William Shakespeare. Yes, I was in his house!

Next up, London, Round 1...

England pt.1

England pt.2

Time for an update.

2007-09-04T18:08:00.001-07:00

Well it's been awhile that I said anything other than a raving rant, so I guess that means it's time for me to update.

27 days and counting till I jump on a plane to taste a bit of Europe. Actually you can get the exact time when you read this by clicking the "Till Europe!" link. I'm not the least bit surprised how fast time has flown by, which is what happens when you're busy. All I've been doing lately is working extra hard to pay for this trip, and I know I'm going to enjoy it. Even if it turns out completely horrible I'll still be able to say I was there. All the plans have fallen into place nicely, and thanks to the generosity of mine, and Katie's family this trip will turn out to be more economic than most people's European adventures.

I just got accepted back into university which is obviously a good decision. I'm still not completely sure what I want to do but I have an idea. Regardless I'll at least have a degree to my name-something to be proud of. But this all brings me to a cross roads in my life, and I'm sure anyone out there who reads this blog might have picked up on already. I know with all my heart that I want to be a director, and even if it sounds arrogant I know I could have been one, and a successful one at that. Unfortunately it just might not be in the cards though. A conflict of interests. A saying keeps popping into my head and I'm not sure where I heard it so I could have even come up with it; "Blessed is the man who can turn a hobby into a career"- so I guess we'll see where things go.

Right now I'm thinking career wise of something so far out in left field, I think most people are so surprised to hear me say it they can't even start doubting. I'm thinking of becoming a doctor. I'm not the smartest guy, but I know when I want something I can try hard enough. Out of all the doctors too busy caring about their Jaguars I think I might be able to bring a little humanity back to the overburdened position, a position that requires the utmost care and attention. I think I have that.

Who knows....

The shock of originality.

2007-08-13T19:46:00.000-07:00

Today originality has been lost to shock value. Somehow through the ages the film industry became desperate and shock value became confused with originality. Not just the filmmakers of yester-year but literally anyone with a consumer camera and a few "Jackass" inspired actors could come up with the same sick and disturbing trash we accept today. The difference is the golden age artists didn't crank out the shock fests like we do. Sure they were not as desensitized as we have been, and had to face much tougher regulations regarding censorship, but that still doesn't explain how we can accept the crap we watch today. Somehow we decided it was okay to watch anything and everything. Somewhere along the line we became okay with the fact that the Eli Roths of the world- who brought us such greats as "Hostel 1 and 2", and James Wan who's busy bringing yet another "Saw" to the screen; are somehow on the same level as a Hitchcock? How did this happen? Are we that lazy that our brains have become indifferent to being raped by these on screen images?

As a filmmaker, and even more as a human being, I can't say how disheartening it is to see the film industry plunge itself even deeper in Dante's Inferno. It leaves me wondering how I could possibly want to be a part of an industry that has given so much light to so many lives, yet clearly does not have a bright future.

I can't shout loud enough.

2007-07-04T19:45:00.000-07:00

When I was in school as far back as I can remember I was lazy, a procrastinator. I'd leave things to the last minute, and even worse I didn't care if I scraped by. When I finally graduated and went to university I still acted much the same (and I apologize to my parents for that) Looking back it was so disrespectful of both my professors and parents who helped me. I think I've always had a problem with authority, or with anyone I don't deem worthy of telling me what to do. Or maybe I just saw the bigger picture, and didn't agree with the scheme. None the less I wrote a lot of junk. I'm particularly good at coming up with pages, and pages of rambling induced by a lack of sleep the night before a deadline; which to the questionable credit of my superiors at these establishments of higher education still passed me with more than a B on most occasions. I never felt an urgency, I never felt a stress, or even a care. I had no feeling or emotional connection to these seemingly heartfelt rants. Yet today I do. I did yesterday. The day before, and for about as long as I've known I've never felt so helpless, and at a loss for words. I couldn't write a darn thing. I've been stumbling over myself with this entry for about 5 months now, and I've deleted the whole thing too many times. I now feel an urgency for an emergency, and the whole world needs to stop ignoring an issue gaining little to no attention.

In Rwanda the fighting was summed up as tribal. In Israel the issue is land. In WWII it was religious. But the difference to me is epic.

Zimbabwe has nothing. Their lack is the antagonist of their plight. I personally feel the world hasn't seen the disastrous proportions that Zimbabwe could succumb to. There is no more gas. There is no more money. There is no more food. There is only the primitive need to survive, and no one should underestimate the potential for chaos the might have.

The "why" is long past it's irrelevance. The "who" has either become to obvious, or is once again not even important.

Honestly nothing else needs to be said, but don't listen to me. Listen to the people of Zimbabwe:

http://www.zimbabwesituation.com/index.html
http://africantears.netfirms.com/thisweek.shtml

The Invasion of Canada

2007-06-12T16:12:00.000-07:00

Just last weekend another friend of mine left for "the west". "The west", is as anyone would tell you these days Alberta, and only Alberta. From the maritimes we view "the west" as a fresh start, adventure, a chance to dream. Our provinces are not doing poorly these days, and why we feel the need to break our backs for the benefit of another province I don't know. A recent study has stated that in fact a greater majority of young maritimers are staying here to start their lives, though that study was done by the government; based on the incentives recently initiated by the government paying maritimers tuitions to stay in the province, well that might be a contradiction.

I myself have chosen not to fall for that dream, an abundance of wealth for minimal work in some cases. Tax pay-outs just for being a citizen of the province. If there is anything I've been taught is that nothing is for free, and from that I've come to understand some things are just to good to be true.

Alberta is OIL. Canada in all actuality, is becoming one of the world's lead distributors in oil, and has always had a vast amount. The only problem being that up until recently our oil was trapped in sand, and rather costly to extract. Now it's not that science opened up the doors to a new and improved, cost effective extraction method. No sir. Oil is more expensive now, so it's worth it to spend the extra time in the extraction process.

"So get to the point, who's invading?" you say. Well no one just yet, unless you count all the oil companies both foreign and domestic that have lined the oil sands of little ol' Fort McMurray. Fort McMurray I'd like to add was recently noted as contributing 2/3's of Canada's green house gas emissions-Fort McMurray has a population of about 70, 000 last time I checked, quite a few I'm sure from the maritimes. 70, 000 people slaving for the dollar, covered in tar, for a lost cause named oil.

So I say "No thank you, you can keep it". How could I support that? Yes it helps the economy and gives us jobs, but for how long-then what will we have? So while Canada rushes to the front of the oil market as the middle east descends into chaos. I'll just stick to the sidelines, watch my countries environment go to crap, and wait for the invasion for our oil.

The Backup Man

2007-05-31T15:53:00.000-07:00

Well it's finally here. Took forever, and some of the lighting is a little hot, but I'm proud to say I had something to do with this quirky little film.

Still no idea on a release but I'm sure it must be soon.

Click the title to view the trailer on Youtube.

Cheers

Did I miss summer?

2007-05-22T17:52:00.000-07:00

This is one of my favorite paintings. Van Gogh's, Starry Night.

It's almost June and still we're hearing about frost warnings. I don't even know what to say to that?

My trip to the Europe is slowly coming together. Dublin has basically been set in stone, should be lots of fun-looking forward to it. As for Scotland welllll, that is actually up in the air. It turns out Scotland is the most expensive place in the world, or so it seems. Katie and I are waiting to hear back as to whether we can stay with family/friends there, and while waiting we noticed that we could fly and stay in Venice, Italy for five nights at about the same cost as three nights paid in Scotland. That to me makes about as much sense as the weather.

Not to much else is new. Shrek the Third was great.

I've been reading a book by Fyodor Dostoyevsky called "The Idiot", which I'm really into and happy I got the chance to read. Dostoyevsky takes description to another level, with a point of view I've never experienced before-not anywhere, from anyone or anything. Dostoyevsky was on the forefront of existentialism in his day though "The Idiot" is much more simple than that. The tale of a truly pure soul living in our corrupt world, and the plot thickens. He's called "The Idiot" because of our inability to understand true innocence.

O bla dee, O bla dah

2007-04-27T19:04:00.000-07:00

Life goes on. Maybe not as interestingly, but it's going.

In other news SPIDER-MAN 3!!!Nough said.

Oscar de la Hoya takes on Mayweather Saturday, if you can watch this fight you better, and if you live near me please let me come over. This is the best boxing has to offer, after this, who knows.

In travel news here I go again. October 1st I take off to Europe to see another part of the world. Two big trips in one year- I'm blessed. Katie and I are going to England, Scotland and Ireland(both Northern and the Rep.). This time it's just Katie and I, so no daddy to protect me from the lions, or I guess the queen in this case. My first trip on my own in a sense, makes things interesting. Once we get there though we'll be spending time with family, my aunt is outside of London and Katie's family is in Northern Ireland. As for England we'll do all the usual sights. Scotland we'll end up around Loch Ness/Inverness. Ireland is shaping up to be to quite something. Dublin for a few days to wait for a railtour of southern Ireland, the Guinness Storehouse and all the local sites, then up to Belfast for the weekend with Katie's cousin, then up even further to Ballymoney to spend a good week or two with her aunt and uncle. All in all the trip is coming together quite nicely and even though it's only the beginning of May I've almost confirmed our itinerary. Which turned out to not be such a bad idea when we began to notice that events, accomodations you name it were already being booked and selling out. Who'd of thought October in the UK would be so busy?

I'm also looking into getting back to Africa of course-Uganda to see the gorilla. I can already hear the, "Why would you go to such an unstable place, are you crazy"!? Well the answer is yes, sort of, but my biggest motivation I'll blame on my mother, whom when I was a kid let me see a film called "Gorillas in the Mist", based on the novel by Dian Fossey. Now I know it's just a movie and I won't be frolicking in the jungle with gorillas, but to say the least that movie stayed with me. So we'll see what the future holds.

Till next time.

Oh, and that's "The Thinker", by Rodin, just in case someone out there didn't know.

the way home.

2007-04-22T21:01:00.000-07:00

the way home

After Pretoria it was time to head back to Jo'burg, which upon arrival I found out once again my grandfather had gone back into hospital. Luckily he would be ok again, and we went to see him before he was shortly discharged. He was rearing to get back home, home being the tiny mining town of Carltonville roughly an hour from Johannesburg. It was a quiet ride out to Carltonville, the depressing idea looming over my head that I might not ever see my grandfather again. We got to Carltonville, helped my grandparents pick up some groceries and had to soon leave as it was already getting dark. That drive home was quiet to say the least. The road seemed like one you'd find on your way to the Grand Canyon, straight and fast, but lonely. Only the incessant fires on the side of the road, a typical Jo'burg sight reminded me of where I was, and with this backdrop I couldn't help but question why the world must be divided. Whether it be a division in families, a division through conflict or strife, or any division at all. Circumstance or not, nothing has to stay the way it is, it is, simply because we accept it.

We left Johannesburg the next day in our bright red VW rental, teary eyed but I think ready to get back home. A little wait at the airport was occupied with last minute gift shopping and a small meal. The flight was considerably empty compared to our last and was briefly delayed; one last thunder and lightning storm, with rain so thick you could barely see out the windows. Once we took off, the lightning lit up the sky as it danced through the clouds. As strange as it sounds I wasn't nervous, to me this was our goodbye, a farewell only Africa could give. The flight seemed shorter on the way back and I barely slept again which wasn't going to help the long day ahead of me go by any faster. At JFK I had to say goodbye again, this time to my father and step-mother as we went our seperate ways.

It's been over a month now, but this blog has helped my experience live on, for me and hopefully for the people reading as well. I from the bottom of my heart have a lot of people to thank for this trip. Without the support of my family this trip, this dream seriously would not have come true. I have to thank my father for keeping a promise. I've learned so much about the world, life and my family, and am so proud to be a part of it all.

My grandfather told me before I left Canada, "once Africa gets in your blood, you'll never really leave", and I still havn't.

Jo'burg: Part 2

2007-04-21T21:31:00.000-07:00

Jo'burg: Part 2

First and foremost some rather shocking events have happened in South Africa since the last update. The owner of the lion and rhino reserve I previously mentioned has fell victim to a fatal attack by one of the lions I most likely photographed. I can't believe something like this could have happened in a place that seemed to be so under control and well run, but just goes to show that these are wild animals first and foremost.

Hopefully this hasn't put to much of a damper on the rest of this entry. Though the next portion of the stay isn't exactly contsecutive with the rest of the blog, it's still just as memorable and really gave me some great shots for the album.

The the spectacular Montecasino Bird Sancutary. Primarily a huge casino designed more like a castle than a gambling haven, this was the first casino I had ever been in outside of a Scorsese movie. Montecasino greeted us like many extablishments in Johannesburg with high security and even a coat check style gun safe, but once inside it was really quite something. The interior was completely designed around the idea of being an exterior-that of a small European town, with everything from cobblestone streets, corner cafes and boutiques. I hadn't been to Europe(though I soon will be-stay tuned) so this was interesting enough, but things were about to get even more interesting. I had never really had the Sea World or Busch Gardens experience as a kid, but I'm assuming this would come close. There was just about every kind of indigenous bird species to Africa as well as snakes, and other reptiles, even the blue diker, an antelope the size of a house cat. We fed hundreds of Lorikeets that swarmed us the minute we opened these tubs of slimey bird food, and were entertained and educated by the birds themselves as we sat in a huge stadium and watched them perform. A notable mention and a star in the act-and the blog album-would have to be Wobbly, the waddle crane, whom you can reconize by his waddle. There is only about 200 or so left in the world, and I had the honor of seeing one up close.

Finally the last little adventures I'll mention didn't come with pictures. One being the breweries. A fine tour beginning with the history of the beloved beverage and ending with a cityview and a free pint-note to self, hops are good as an ingredient in beer, NOT ON THERE OWN! We also visited an African market I should mention that gave me a taste of bargaining and the "locals discount" or the "tourist discount" as well as many forms of African art and curios.

Pretoria

2007-04-11T10:47:00.000-07:00

Pretoria is the beautiful capital of South Africa which is about an hours drive from Jo'berg. Now Jo'berg is about a 7 hour drive from Shalom, yet despite the distance a family in Pretoria shares quite a few similarities with the Buchans. This family I'm proud to say is my family. My mother's cousin Patty, her son's Ben and Dan, their wives, and their step-father Donnie welcomed me into their homes for a weekend. So friendly, and just as inspiring as the Buchans, but the big city version. Through the misfortune of Ben's former drug addiction this family came together with the help of God, and now are a force to be reckoned with. They work together as a family to help council other families who find themselves in horrible situations. Every morning before they set out for the day, because they all llive in the same neighborhood, they meet at Patty's house for breakfast, which is nice. I'm sure lots of people wish they could do that, I'd love to have breakfast with my brother and sisters everyday. These are great people, with huge hearts, but we're not done yet-my family is huge!

I also met my Great Aunty Daphne, my grandfather's sister whom is so youthful you'd be surprised she's nearly eighty. Also my mother's cousins Dessy and Cary and their families. We had a huge bry(barbeque), with so much food that kept my "everything tastes good here" streak going. Last but not least there was Mark, Dan's best friend. To describe him, I'd compare him to an old Looney Toons cartoon with the big bulldog(being Dan) and Mark being the little dog that always has something to say, and seems to always get in trouble, but a cool guy just the same.

On Sunday they took me to their church, though it's not quite a church just yet, infact it's a scout hall they rent. Their parish is in the process of trying to raise money to build their own church. A large task, especially when they seem to spend most of their time contributing to the community. Once again, I was given a warm welcome and informed that there was a small part of Canada waiting inside for me, a little peice of home. The interesting thing about this church was the group of people who attend that are formerly from the Congo. They greeted me in french, which caught me off guard, and had to be repeated, but I managed to communicate-sort of.

The visit was a little short but it was so nice to meet my relatives on the other side of my family.

Honey

2007-04-06T21:43:00.000-07:00

When a door opened at my Uncle Bobby's house, a thunderous flurry of white and black fur tore through the house barking and yelping, pushing anything out of the way in excitement. When the storm of young pups had subsided, in would saunter sweet, Honey. A name prefectly suited for a dog that though in pain, would go out of her way just for a pat on the head. Honey unfortunately is no longer with us, but will not soon be forgotten.

Lions, Tigers, and Caves.

2007-04-06T20:16:00.000-07:00

the Lion and Rhino Reserve.

As I before mentioned, no matter how hard I tried, the cats of Hluhluwe just were not interested in me ogling them with the 16X zoom on my camera. I even got down to their level and dragged my poor step-mother through thorney, overgrown, hot and somewhat steep highveld on a bush walk. So here was Canadian grown white meat stumbling around in the morning dew like a fool, but nothin', not even a glimpse. I mean, this is Africa right? Well I'd like to say, "I get it". That's the beauty of it. That right there is the brilliance of Africa, and I'm thankful that happened. Not every gamepark can boast this type of experience. Hluhluwe definitely has something special that sadly most probably walk away from not even aware of what they have been a part of-nature. Nature in all the glory of it's most purest state-wild. I've heard in the more popular parks like Krueger you can actually end up waiting in line to see animals. Now, is that not just like a zoo? I pray Hluhluwe never changes. The lion will see me when he's good and ready, and probably hungry.

Anyways, I couldn't go to Africa and not see these magnificent beasts, these icons of strength, nobility, and the true conjurers of the word "Africa". Or to the pesimist; a walking tourism advertisment with a mane. I'm not a pesimist though, they're beautiful, arresting, majestic, HUGE! I don't believe in evolution, but I've never felt more like just another peice of monkey meat then when we went to the Lion and Rhino Reserve just outside Jo'burg. I was literally right next to not just one but eight lions. I could have put my hand in it's mouth. No fence, no glass, yes I was in a car but still, it's a LION!

What a great place. Almost a game reserve in size, here I finally saw a cheetah, they've always been my favorite. They are so calculated, even when they play with teddy bears. The reserve also had an amazing cave 63 meters deep, with all the great cave sightings like stalagmites and stalactites, however it had not yet been equipped with a butler and batmobile. Also there was an area for the youngsters from all the major cats around the world. I can't forget to mention the wild dogs. Some might call them ugly, but I actually found their uniqueness appealing. This reserve is important to these animals where as they have become endangered. As well in the pictures you'll notice some of the female lions seem to be white, which they are just that. The white lion is going extinct in India due to poaching, so this park is doing it's part.

The ostrich is a strange creature.

I still havn't seen a leopard. Maybe next time, when the time is right.

to Jo'burg

2007-03-29T06:33:00.000-07:00

Jo'burg: Part 1

The road from Shalom to Durban was especially thought provoking. My eyes had just been opened to things I hadn't seen before, and thoughts I had never thought before. To add to this on the last day of our stay we had a call from my Aunt in Johannesberg saying my grandfather had a stroke, to say the least we were eager to get back and see him. Aside from that the scenery in this part of the country is amazing. They say that the Cape is the most beautiful part of South Africa, if so, then compared to Natal it would have to be out of this world.

We arrive at O.R Tambo International Airport, and I meet my uncle Bobby for the 1st time, ever. After a hot, and whiteknuckle ride through the ridiculous Johannesberg traffic I met my soon to be teacher/cousin Geanette, my Aunty Sue, her mother who I proudly proclaimed as an honorary grandmother- Barbara, and finally when he got done school my cricket star/youngest cousin Gavin.

Johannesberg is nuts, insane, whatever you want to call it. I mentioned my thoughts on this city earlier in the blog, so I don't need to go into detail, feel I summed it up pretty well.

I will say that houses are not homes, they're compounds.

Dogs become so much more than just family pets, they become a saving grace.

Kamikaze cabbies-they caught one for driving without a steering wheel!!

And for every person in the west trying to save the environment, there is ten South Africans that either don't know better or don't care, literally, the pollution there is horrendous!

I feel bad mentioning these parts of my trip because I was welcomed with open arms into this country, but I feel people on my side of the ocean need to know. It's not all doom and gloom though, it's Africa so the sun is always shining. I'll add the pics from the various places we went in Jo'berg seperately, but most of these aside from the family pics are just random shots. Tell me what ya think.

Shalom

2007-03-24T07:42:00.000-07:00

Shalom

After the fun of the game park we move on to the next portion of our adventure; and I've got a lot to mention so bare with me.

In the Valley of a Thousand Hills, located in the mist belt of Kwa-Zulu Natal is a hole in the wall called Greytown, but you can't let it's run down persona fool you, because great things happen here.

Shalom Ministries is at first sight just a farm, but much more happens here. This is the home of Angus and Jill Buchan, the founders of Shalom Ministries which I feel is changing the world 1 day at a time. Angus-or-Uncle Angus is one of my Dad's oldest and best friends, or his "boet" which means a brother or close friend in Afrikaans. Shalom consists of the farms of course which now have been taken over by Angus and JIll's children; Andy, Fergie, and Jilly. While we were there a new church was being contructed because the original church was now to small to hold it's over 600 parishioners. Last but not least, the future of Shalom-the childrens home. Not an orphanage, a childrens home-because it is their home. 28 children call Shalom home, and all of which I met and will not soon forget. Most of which are AIDS victims, some actually suffer from the virus but most have lost there parents or relatives to the virus. If Angus has his way, 128 children will find peace at Shalom. The childrens home is run mainly by Angus's daughters Jilly, a nurse and Robyn a teacher. But the whole family and support staff helps out. Uncle Angus has big dreams, and I can't tell you how inspiring it was to share those few days with him. He's now looking into building a hospital on Shalom, not just for Shalom but for the entire community, but funding and finding doctors that are interested are the obstacles he now faces-if any doctors or millionaires stumble upon this blog, this is your cue.

The Seed Sower; this is the name of the huge truck/preach'n'mobile Angus uses to travel around Africa. He's been almost everywheres on the continent bringing bibles, aid, and the Word of God, but his mission is to go from Cape Town to Jerusalem, like Livingstone. He made it all the way to Kampala but had to come back on his frist attempt. He'll soon try again but the trip will then get interesting as he'll be entering countries not particularly famous for welcoming Christianity.

Something else I need to mention is the "BE", or Affirmative Action. Whatever you prefer to call it. This is actually a threat to this family. The "BE" or black empowerment in this part of South Africa consists of giving land back to the native Africans, and much more that I didn't see first hand. Now you can imagine how this would completely ruin everything this family has worked more than hard for. In Angus's words, "I'm sitting on a powder keg my boy". Now I'm gonna say it even though I may get into trouble, but it needs to be said, and I'll reply, just go there and see it for yourself. When the land is given back it more than frequently just goes to waste. I don't know why, maybe someone can tell me? The land just is no longer taken care of and usually the farms become abandoned. Pointless!?

The entire family and all the support staff at Shalom were so welcoming and kind. I had the most peaceful sleep ever in my life there. My sister describes Aunty Jill the best; speaking to her is like recieving a warm hug. Angus is the only Evangelist of his stature(he really is famous, he's flown worldwide to preach and just had a movie made about his 1st book-he's written 8) who doesn't ask for money at all, he just prays.

Hluhluwe

2007-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:00

I knew that I'd not be able to get onto the net, so I wrote down my thoughts. The first set of pics is from Hluhluwe Umfolozi Game Reserve, located in Kwazulu-Natal. After 3 days in Durban it was nice to get out of the big city grind and into Africa-the real Africa.

the game park

My thoughts:

- Looking back on the tales told that conjured my imagination. Looking ahead over the horizon where buffalo graze, and the leopard stalks. This is Africa; this truly is God's country.

- the Big 5; this is the group of animals that always command attention, consisting of the elephant, lion, leopard, rhino and water buffalo. To me, I'm more interested in the animals you rarely see-but a big thanks to all the animals that took the time out of their busy scheduals to participate in my game park experience.

- Monkeys; the phrase cheeky monkey comes to mind. Masked little people peering threw your windows. Lazy, only waking around noon. We're just as much a nusense to them as they are to us.

- The Zulu people. From the few I met and interacted with. I won't forget your welcoming smiles. Your calm gestures, and your vibrant laughter-Sawubona.

- Game Rangers have one of the greatest jobs ever!

-My dad's coolness factor went off the charts, he officially secured his spot as the coolest dad in the world! I won't soon forget drinking a cup of tea while enjoying an African sunrise with my father.

-The bushwalk; awsome. To be at the animals level is the real experience. You just have to be quiet enough to not scare them all away before you can even see them.

-Holy moly the food was good!

not impressed

2007-03-08T22:26:00.000-08:00

Today I woke up with a strange feeling, a feeling that is all too familiar, yet still unexpected. A feeling that sneaks up on you in the night-mercilessly. No matter how far I run, no matter where I hide; the cold will always find me.

I'm alive

2007-03-02T10:13:00.000-08:00

Just thought I'd let everyone know I'm alive. Sorry about the lack of communication and keeping this blog up, but as it turns out I'm in Africa. Which is an excuse I've come to know quite well- high-speed internet access is still somewhat of a luxury. So no pics this time but I'll load all 300 of them as soon as I get a chance.

What I can say is that I've learned a lot, sometimes more than I'd have liked too. Finally met my uncles, cousins and aunts(great people). Treked through the bush chasing lions(never saw them; which could be a good thing?), got charged by a bull elephant in musk(which means he's lookin for ladies, and smells like Sweetwaters or Nicky Z's on a Saturday night in July), and saw many an African sunrise that left me speechless.

In Jo'berg I spent our first few days worrying about my grandfather "Pop" who had a heart attack. He has been discharged since but it's so sad that this is only the 3rd time I've seen him.

I havn't even seen the bad parts of this country yet and I'm already more than grateful to God I was born on the other side of the ocean.
-REALLY WE ARE SO FORTUNATE!!-
It's just uncomprehendible here, the best way I could explain it is that these people are at war, and along with denial they're just to desensitized to know it.

Like I said I'll go into more details when I get a chance.

Hope all is well, till next time.

Durban

2007-02-17T05:48:00.000-08:00

Durban is the first "tropical", oceanfront city I've ever been to. At first glance I can tell it was once the ritzy beach town that my parents and grandparents speak fondly of in their reminiscenses. Now however a darker side to this port city looms more prominently over the palm trees. I don't need to go into detail, I think the current state of Africa is common knowledge to most.

All in all I love it here so far and can't say that the negative is getting me down at all.

Here is a two part online album of part one of our adventure. Pics of uShaka Marine World, deep sea fishing, our abode, and surfing-"Oh yes I did!"

Durban, Kwazulu-Natal

Durban-2

Stay tuned

Sawubona

The flight...

2007-02-17T05:38:00.000-08:00

All I can say about the flight is that "long", "monotonous", "cramped", "loud", don't even begin to describe it. Surprisingly enough however it was a good flight with great service and too much food. South African airways does it right, and as one of the few airlines that actually make this trip it's no surprise. For all of the world's jet-set travelers out there that are in a new place every day or every week. I salute you. From Freddy, to Toronto; Toronto to LaGuardia; LaGuardia to JFK, then JFK to Isla del Sol; Isla del Sol to Dakar; Dakar to Johannesberg and finally Johannesberg to Durban.

I was awake for about 60 hours.

brief explanation

2007-02-10T08:32:00.000-08:00

A little explanation I thought might be in order regarding the name of this blog.

Crickets yes are small and sometimes considered annoying. But I looked at them as an analogy for all of the "little people" in the world. With all of us together we can be heard. Originally I thought of it in relation to the independent side of the film industry, but always thinking huge a more global approach to the idea made it's way into my mind.

I hope to soon have an actual website devoted to this idea.

One day we'll all sing together.

The Countdown is On!

2007-02-07T21:09:00.000-08:00

Passport: Check
Funky African deniro: Check
Malaria pills: Check

It's almost time, and you can probably tell I'm a little bit excited. I finally have a few plans set in stone while I'm there which is adding to the excitement. After about 24 hours of flying, 6 airports, and 3 countries I'll be in Durban, South Africa; population 3 mil or so with tropical weather and waves that I could only dream about. 3 days later we head north and inland a bit to Hluhluwe-Imfolozi Park(just say "slushie" three times and you'll pronounce it right), where I'll take on a lion with my bare hands-stay tuned for the pics! Then 3 days later we're off to see Uncle Angus(one of my Dad's best friends); somewhat of a legendary man to me, a man of God and of unbelievable kindness. He's in the process of building a hospital to accompany his farm, church, and orphanage which he runs through his Shalom Ministries in Greytown, Kwazulu-Natal-which I guess we're going to help build? After that we head back to Durban to catch a flight back to Johannesburg, where we'll spend the rest of the adventure visiting the MANY relatives, and I am reportedly playing a gig with my cousins band(havn't been on stage for years-can't wait)!!

Here's a link to the game park. The countdown is on!

http://www.places.co.za/html/1979.htm

Heart of Darkness

2007-01-31T00:59:00.000-08:00

It's five o'clock in the morning and I just finished reading the novella "Heart of Darkness", by Joseph Conrad. Only 110 pages long I simply didn't put it down, rather couldn't put it down. I'm still trying to come to terms with the book and am more than blown away-speechless. For some reason I had to read this novel before I left, and now know why. For anyone who questions the simplicity, or marvels at the grandeur of nature; be it wild or human, I highly recommend.

-pic of sunset in the Congo

A haiku to remember

2007-01-28T13:56:00.001-08:00

On the mountaintop
water appears
and tumbles down

- Takahama Kyoshi

In the Beginning

2007-01-28T13:18:00.000-08:00

So, I guess this is where it begins. I'm starting this blog as a way for friends to keep up with my travels, but I have a feeling it may easily become more than that.