Greetings friends, you will notice that this site is changing – starting with the name, which will no longer be ChickenDance but rather Aint John. The domain name is also changing and after February 8, 2012 – the chickendance.ca URL will be replaced with aintjohn.ca for good. As well, there will be a focal change….
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Saint John Nights
I have a thing for exposing photographic images at night. If you have a look back through some of my work I have posted on my Flickr site – you will see evidence to support my claim. I have committed this act again recently. On Christmas Eve, actually. It was bitterly cold, but the flames,…
The stinkiest, yuckiest recipe
This is a recipe for something truly repulsive and non edible – created in the spirit of silliness by my son and I. We actually made this (sort of) and it was truly gross. Ingredients: 1 cup of grass 1 whole cup of slugs (real, imaginary or zombie) 2 rocks – crab-rocks if available (don’t…
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Life is a chronic condition. You can pretend to ignore it. Run away from it. Hide. Sooner or later you realize that it is still there and that you’d better deal with it. If you want your life to be good you have to look after it, put it back together when it falls apart,…
Islands of words
I prefer to float my sentences of word islands to you over a smooth lagoon of warm precision. Reach into your mind and grip your paddle firmly as you guide your canoe to the first two-tone shore. Cut through that languid current, push with a last few strokes and beach softly into sugary sand. Leap…
Life. Part two.
Head and heels, sifting the strata of reason and tumbling calmly into an ocean of inevitability. I once wrote this as the caption to an illustration I posted on Flickr. Yes, this one right here –> It had to do with the way I was feeling at the time. Adrift a bit, tossed by the…
Life. part one
I decided about a month ago that I would enjoy my life. Sure, that may seem a bit of a “duh” statement. Aren’t we all trying to just enjoy our lives? Well, perhaps we are trying – but are we succeeding? Do we even understand what that means? It may seem trite to say this,…
POP! Stress Manifests
Just when I thought my brain was going to explode from the pressure of a ridiculous deadline, the client revises their schedule and pushes it back by 10+ days… whew. The funny thing about stress like that, is that it no longer manifests in me like it used to. The teeth-on-edge, walking in a grey…
Ethiopian mega-post 2
Africa Day 5 – onward I might fill in the blanks on day 5 later – but not much really happened on Day 5… I took most of the safari off that day and tried to get some work done from my room. Things is getting a bit loose around the edges. Let me tell…
Thalamus
So I cracked open my skull with the tiny little tool that comes with my nail clippers. You know the one, for scrooping the little bits of black funk out from the corners of your toenails. In retrospect, I might have chosen a less septic tool, But it was all I had the motivation to…