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Cemetary in London
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1821
(Woke up at 7:00 AM, weird dreams, jotted some notes. Going to read them this is what I find: London, Open Graves, Cars, Chop, Cemetery, bare knuckle fighting, hands, tented...almost all meaningless now.... What I remember is...)
It's dusk and I'm in an old car with (??) and 2 dogs in a Cemetery. The graves are fallen into ruin and sunken into the earth, you can get glimpses of the underworld through them, we're driving around and we have to hurry, there's a skeletal nun above one of the graves, a gatekeeper of sort, when the sun sets all the dead will have risen and we understand that they have to protect their graveyard and so we hurry. We find what we're looking for: a dead grey squirrel, pick it up and throw it towards a cleft in some rocks where it slips out of sight, into the underworld...and then we leave....
Waste Land - Vik Muniz
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
- Hits: 1977
A charming documentary about Vic Muniz and his time in Brazil creating portraits of the "pickers" out of trash. On for a limited engagement at the Plaza Theatre in Kensington. Delightful.
THE 2011 OSCAR NOMINATED SHORT FILMS - ANIMATED
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
- Hits: 1680
IFN and the boy chooses to see the 2011 OSCAR NOMINATED SHORT FILMS - ANIMATED - at the Uptown Stage and Screen in Calgary.
OK. "Oscar Nominated", however, should be a big clue as to the independence of thought - not particularly great, and there's far better stuff coming up all the time on YouTube. But in the game of the Oscars real quality can count against you.....
Mr. & Mrs. Ronald McDonald
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1720
(Woke up at 6:00 AM, far too early. Stayed up until 7:30, reattempted to nap, lots of weird dreams then...)
I'm with this person, tall, lanky, I know him somehow (but it escaped me how exactly when we woke up), we're doing something with the boy - a much younger boy, remote controlled in a meadow/pond in the country, rich autumn colors.
And then tall and lanky invites me for breakfast. We go to McDonald's. By the time we arrive he's dressed up and has a wig and his face painted exactly like Ronald McDonald, only his face is done much much paler...His girlfriend is there too, out on the patio surrounded by bags of food, she's small and fat and like him, dressed up exactly like Ronald McDonald. There's so much food on the table and she's busy eating and I'm wondering if some of the food is for me (and he's tucking into bags of food like there's no tomorrow) - I suggest that I'm going to go inside and buy myself some breakfast and offer to buy him some too expecting, of course, that they will tell me there's enough there for all of us - but he doesn't, he tells me he's famished and continues eating with his girlfriend....
Meanwhile the real Ronald McDonald is coming up the street, he's not too tall or too lanky or too small or too fat or too pale, he's coming up the street looking just like Ronald McDonald should then he sees us and seems to stop like he doesn't want to confront these cheap imitations...
And from there the dream dissolves into another .... I'm on a bus and going down a ravine and over a river and I can see from the window that the river is rich pickings for Indian Artifacts, an Estate Sale at a fabulous old house in Mount Royal and a parade down the hill and a girl from work is getting me to take innocent pictures of her with an old Polaroid camera and when I'm done the remaining film feeds through the camera and there are pictures there she won't want me to see....
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