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Tim has Passed Away

Last night a person who was a fixture in the lives of Gen-X in Kincardine, passed away. Tim Chamberlain was a familiar sight around town in the 80s and 90s you’d see him in his sleek chair or motorized scooter. We didn’t stay close, I don’t know if anyone did.

He’s gone.

He leaves behind an army of friends who wished him all the best, even when he didn’t seem to want it for himself. There are those among us who he was even more special for who are going to hurt all the greater. We knew he was a brief candle, like Kurt Cobain or Janis Joplin.

But he wasn’t like them.

He grew up, he took responsibility he raised his kids. He was a Dad who did Dad Stuff. Like I said, we weren’t close anymore, but I know he was still doing “Dad Stuff” as recently as Christmas time, I have my ways.

Tim was a big personality, I remember the disappointment that was left in his wake among the parents, because they loved him too. He wasn’t living the life they wanted him to live, he was living his life on his terms and we loved him for it.

He had physical limitations.

They never kept him down for long. In a way I’m glad that I’m not facing this news alone, because while I knew this day would come, I hoped I wouldn’t ever see it while I was still young enough to say “He was gone too soon”

Because Tim is Gone too soon.

Learning to Write

Death of the Author

Watching This video again reminded me of an exercise from Creative Writing that was at the time just intolerable and exciting all at once. Peer Reading.

Every day we would be presented with a writing prompt and then given time to create something from it. Being kids, often times these would be gross out sessions or confessionals. Pictures of birds would become poems and pieces of music would become stories.

Some of the class would use this chance to criticize the prompts rather than use the time to create something.

It’s those people that were missing out. Because they became the author and instead of using the time and space given them every day to create something new, they took the chance to snipe and attack at the very thing they were supposed to be inspired by. In a way, they were inspired, but they failed to engage in the very task they were set out. They were asked to create, and instead they took their time to destroy. “They Chose Violence” so to speak.

This image is a good example of one of the prompts, which was a penguin. Some people wrote short stories about lost penguins, some about loneliness. There was a poem about how there was nothing but penguins.

When it came time to discuss the writing that day some of the class seized on the notion that the poem about the lack of other birds was the author talking about the conformist nature of High School (where we were) and Society as a whole. That the Poem was about how a lack of diversity was dangerous. Or that the Poet was embodying a lonely penguin, seeking something more.

They were all wrong about the authors intent. The Author just dashed it off in moments: “Penguins! Everywhere Penguins! No Great Auks, no Eagles, no sparrows. Everywhere I look all I see are Tuxedo Birds. Everywhere, there’s penguins!”

Yeah, it was short and easy to put meaning on. It also was “just as it was” there was no deeper meaning to it. So the class, when faced with the idea that “It just was a complaint about the penguins” got hostile.

They insisted that there was deeper meaning in it, especially given who the author was. I’m told that they thought the author was stoned more than they were sober at this period. Which in itself was amazing, because they were 100% straight-edge.

That’s the thing, we put our own meaning and own message in our media. We hang our own emotions on every hook a piece gives us to do so. So that we can decorate it with meaning for ourselves.

Weeks of Reading

Over the last few weeks the local Dollarama (a Walmart Company?) has been stocking massive piles of Trade Paper Backs (TPB) so much so that I’ve already overrun my bookshelves and storage. I have a pile of Books on my bedside table FOR STORAGE. Not for reading. I’ve also got a stack in the Bathroom and a bunch that have just sort of found a home in one of my short bookshelves.

Usually, I would just read through them. Start on “book X” and read all the ones that are in the same series until done.

I’ve been keeping myself slow on these, mostly to string them out as long as possible. I wouldn’t normally buy (for example) a series of Thor books, but because they were so cheap I bought a big stack of them. I read Thor off an on, because the writing for Thor can get a bit “much”

All of that aside, I have weeks of reading ahead of me. Months of stories and years of memories. The problem with all that being the stack of straight novels piling up and the years of movies and TV shows I’ve avoided.

I finished “Destroy all Humans” last night.

I have too much Passive Media around I think. Also, I just turned 45, you should see my Collection of Transformers!

We're Doomed

White mass killers:

0 “dylan klebold was a thug”
0 “the tsarnaev brothers were thugs”
0 “james holmes was a thug”
1 “tim mcveigh was a thug”
1 “adam lanza was a thug”
Famous White criminals:

0 “ted kaczynski was a thug”
0 “john wayne gacy was a thug”
1 “john dillinger was a thug”
1 “ted bundy was a thug”
3 “lucky luciano was a thug”
4 “jesse james was a thug”
4 “charles manson was a thug”
5 “bill the kid was a thug”
5 “bonnie and clyde were thugs”
10 “john gotti was a thug”
3,630 “al capone was a thug”
Fictional White criminals:

0 “don corleone was a thug”
0 “walter white was a thug”
6 “tony soprano was a thug”
Unarmed Blacks killed by the police or neighbourhood watch:

7,320 “eric garner was a thug”
8,650 “oscar grant was a thug”
26,200 “trayvon martin was a thug”
45,200 “michael brown was a thug”

Tevir Elim

I’ve called it for a while. America went from racism to socio-economic discrimination. It’s easy to blame someone for being poor. But why they’re poor is never addressed and it’s assumed it’s because they’re lazy.

But in reality, in America for a minority to succeed you have to be the best of the best and the deck is stacked against you. Chris Rock says it best in his standup routine, in order to get the house he lives in now he had to be one of the best and successful comedians in America. The white guy living next to him, is just a dentist. He had to soar to get something the white man can just walk to.