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18th ammendment, 21st Ammendment, alcohol, drinking, Fifth of December, Prohobition, Remember remember, Repeal, Repeal Day, rhyme, spirits
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
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07 Friday Sep 2012
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comedy, dad, entertainment, ghosts, haunted card, magic, Magic Mark, magic tricks, mark the magician, spirits, spooky, video, voice acting, Welcome ladies and gentlemen!
My dad is a magician, and I sometimes write routines and dialogue for his shows. This is a bit I wrote for a show he did recently in St. Louise. I also did the voice work, playing the part of a haunted card. The camera work is not great…but enjoy!
08 Sunday Apr 2012
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autumnal, ghost plasma, haunts, late night, montreal, parks, rock lobster, spirits, The Tailor, Tombstones, Trees, walks, Westmount Park
I like late night walks. In Montreal, one of my favorite spots is Westmount Park. Already a nice place, midnight turns it into a new dimension, with its winding brick walkways, black iron, and empty playground–it’s all autumnal shades. “Creak-clink” says a chain swing in the wind. Places like that become yours after the witching hour.
It’s about this time that the lights take on strange properties, panting trees in ghost plasma. Living downtown, I’ve found exposure to trees to be a little more important, a little less for granted, a little more communionesque. But trees are not always trees…
I took a closer look, and some of the trees had dedications on them, to people who had passed. Suddenly the place took on graveyard connotations. Sepulchral trees. Not just a favorite haunt, but a haunt. Tombstones that shed leaves. Just me, the empty swings, and arboreal spirits. Do loved ones visit the trees? Do they visit in the day, or creep about at night like me? Do other people read each and every plague? What was Irene Kon’s least favorite color? Was Sally Gagnon looking forward to the change of the millennium? What kind of tree would I want to have my name on?
How does that line go? By myself but not alone.
Nights keep coming, and I’ll keep walking. I’ll visit Irene, Sally, and the rest. Someone told me it’d be healthier to get up in the morning and do my walks then. But I like the skewed view of midnight. I don’t think that’s a bad vice, as far as vices go.
Hug a tree and it might turn into a tombstone. But then we live in a world where rocks might be rock lobsters. I wonder what the tombstones actually are…
Oh…and if you’re going to be up late, you should be listening to The Tailor.
Skål!