Thursday, July 29, 2010

coffee break no. 7

From Schmidt & Weston blog

I can't help but take pictures of coffee. I don't know why. It's a comforting drink and one of the most complex liquids human kind has created. Look it up. Science can't even make a decent artificial flavour for it because it is just that complicated.

This was shot in Kitsilano last year at a 49th Parallel café. Sometimes with some patience, you can get lucky with a camera. I managed to catch the reflections of two trees instead of my camera itself.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

punk ass chicken

From Schmidt & Weston blog

We are in the midst of moving and are currently living amongst cardboard boxes, freshly cleaned carpets and rooms we've closed down and are not allowing ourselves to use anymore.

I feel a lot like how this chicken looks. Slightly put out, tired and just want to watch teevee.

Monday, July 26, 2010

confusing sign

From Schmidt & Weston blog

Do they want the pedophiles to stop at that exact point? Perhaps encouraging them to move quickly along would be a better idea.

Do they want ME to stop local pedophiles? And if so, may I wear a cape?

Or are they asking pedophiles to just stop being pedophiles?

It is so important to be clear with messages like that.

Friday, July 23, 2010

jesus and starbucks

From un autre pamplemousse

Just try finding a good coffee in the holy land around 33 AD. Ain't that easy.

NB This post would seem to suggest that I think starbucks is a purveyor of fine coffee. It is not. I do not like them. I just thought I'd better make that abundantly clear.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

doubting thomas was wise

From un autre pamplemousse

I'm a little confused as to the true copyright situation here, but I came up with the caption.

When I was little, my parents sent me to Sunday School. I was supposed to meet Jesus himself, which was very disappointing to learn that he would be making an appearance any day now, but somehow never seemed to.

Everyone around me seemed convinced they were talking to him and that he was somehow talking back. At the time, I remember I had my imaginary friends too, but they were mostly firemen. The adults tended to make Jesus seem quite dull as far as conversation went.

My attention was captured by the mention of doubting Thomas though. Seeing as he and I had the same name, I was intrigued. It was disappointing to find that he was somewhat shunned by the faithful as an example of one with little faith.

Even at 6, I refused to believe the apostle Thomas was such a bad guy for merely suggesting that this new dude was resurrected Jesus just cause he said he was. Seems to me that Thomas had his shit together. You'd think he wouldn't have been the first to double check.

I took it upon myself, with the naive encouragement of my parents, to question everything especially at Sunday School. As a result, I was not popular with the youth ministry.

But I did learn to reason and argue and get into quite a bit of trouble with only words.

I guess Sunday School worked for me... though not in the way the churchies had hoped.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

rare moment in urban habitat no. 1

From Schmidt & Weston blog

How often have you seen a 7-11 before it is born and stained with the blood of a thousand taquitos? The taquito machine develops language first before the rest of the store, but sadly only ever learns one word: open. Mercifully, open is the only word needed by anything in a 7-11 store.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


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