Important and interesting fun fact: Vancouver means “from the place where the cows cross the river.” Yeah, pretty much the exact same thing as Ox Ford, but with far fewer Fords, and many more vans.
I’d like to give a big thanks to Japan for producing old men who love to dance. Also, Japan has the most disco feverish construction zones ever. There’s also a little dirt track oval motorcycle racing from rural Quebec thrown into the video for good measure. I hope you enjoy it. A downloadable mp3 link is below the video:
That man at 1:30 kicked higher than any old man has ever kicked before. Those guys were probably raving in 1956.
DJ Dancefloor – Skating on Sunshine (To download: right mouse button, “save target as”)
For more of DJ Dancefloor’s screamingly-hot tracks, click here.
This video has a little something for everyone. Re-enactments, crazy graphics, surprise guests, you name it. Easily the most bizarre thing I’ve ever been associated with…so far. Enjoy.
Okay, okay. The Pokemon one was up there as well:
The thought of being able to wear shirts like this un-ironically is somewhat pleasing. Three cheers for Japan!
I’m a huge fan of infrastructure and trying new things, so redo-ing this blog is a fun project. Thanks again to Ian Mackenzie for egging on the switch to Wordpress. I really liked blogger, and pretty much anything Google offers up, but sometimes you gotta start fresh. So here we are. I haven’t really blogged about much in the last couple years, but many fun things have happened. I’ll try to post more often about stuff that’s gone down, keep you up to date on new things in the pipeline, and do my part to distribute ridiculous business idioms to no end. It’s nice to try new things on for size.
So, I stayed up all night and created a new website. This site tries to combine all the goodness of oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com with the current random-ideas-miscellany of kylemacd.blogspot.com On the recommendation from the awesome Ian MacKenzie of ianmack.com fame, I’ve given Wordpress a chance, and the first time I’ve actually posted on a .com, rather than just have them forward to blogspot stuff. I’ve wrestled with the idea of time-capsuling the classic red paperclip site, and am keen to get a personal website up and running. Having oneredpaperclip.com available seemed like the kind of URL I couldn’t just archive and let stay static. I’ve got a lot of little projects on the go and in planning stages and am very keen to have a central place to organize them somewhat. So here we are. Thoughts? Tips? Advice? Best idea ever? Worst idea ever?
Either way, here’s a comic for your looking enjoyment.
I take lots of pictures. You can see my flickr sets here.
A series of mangled bike pictures caught the eye of Rob of Galerie Armatta in Montreal, and they were exhibited in the spring of 2009 as Cycle Killer.
Photos of the pictures being exhibited.
Cycle Killer makes a great exhibit. Drop me a line if you’d like to show the pictures somewhere!
**Click here to read the archived original red paperclip blog.**
On July 12, 2005 I posted a picture of a red paperclip on my blog and asked if anyone wanted to trade something bigger or better for it. A few days later I traded the paperclip, and after making 14 trades over the course of a year, I wound up with a house located at 503 Main Street in Kipling Saskatchewan.
It was an amazing year.
Here’s a cool video that covers most of the project:
Over the year of making 14 trades, I met hundreds of awesome people made great new friends, and tried out many new things. The whole experience was incredible. Some of the more ridiculous highlights:
But the best thing of all was not that I wound up with a house in a year, or that the but that it was fun to do the project. By far the most important trade was when I traded away the red paperclip to start the process. If I’d never made that first trade to get things going, nothing would’ve ever happened!
I have since donated the house to the Town of Kipling, where along with the World’s Largest Red Paperclip, it is a major tourist attraction and community asset.
Wikipedia entry
Pictures
The archived one red paperclip blog
Press Coverage
DJ Dancefloor’s myspace = myspace.com/iamdjdancefloor
DJ Dancefloor Videos on YouTube: = http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0D02C500D0BF081E
DJ Dancefloor comes from a long line of talented musicians who have been making techno music for centuries deep in the heart of Europe. DJ Dancefloor’s worldwide domination of mainstream radio, underground club and indie rock charts has been observed and studied for decades, but the jury is still out on what makes his music so extraordinary. Please feel free to download the free mp3s for DJ Dancefloor’s mouth-watering tracks from the discography below.
Club Thumping Beats – Released: Sept 2009 – download mp3s from links below
(to download the whole album as a zip file click here.)
OFFICIAL CLUB THUMPING BEATS ALBUM COVER
At the corner of Ste Catherine and Creescent sits an Energie Cardio ‘Select’ and a Burger King. They are on the South side of Ste Catherine, separated by Crescent. Both have entrances on the ground floor. Both have large windows facing each other. Burger eaters can watch cardio raisers and sweating exercisers see cigarettes enjoyed with large cups of coffee. The street is reality, the upper floor an escape. The upstairs of the Burger King is filled with smokers eating hamburgers and drinking coffee financed by the generous spare-change offerings of passerby on the street. The upstairs is a refuge from the tough face of the reality of –20 degree weather waiting outside. Stories are traded, alliances are made and warmth is savoured. These people are going nowhere, except back out to the street in search of more spare change.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Getting stoned.”
“That girl come up to me and tells me she’s pregnant! (big laugh) She wanna have my baby…I can just see it now. That baby, when it comes out, a big smile with my big tooth missing.”
Across the street, a nubile young woman strikes an enticing pose on her workout ball. Her tight underwear visible through her tight yoga-style pants.
Fit.
Serious.
Sweating.
Muscular.
New shoes.
Inside the Burger King, a hand slaps the table as a bearded wheezing man laughs heartily and coughs loudly, emitting a cloud of smoke from the deepest depth of his lungs.
Laughing.
Unkempt.
Scruffy.
Toothless.
Bad shoes.
Each world is oblivious to the other, yet for each, this is an escape.
Through the smoke and din of rowdy stories I see the folks at Energie Cardio stare blankly into up-to-the-minute headline news and stock quotes on TV screens suspended over the front of their treadmills. It’s like a carrot suspended over the head of a rabbit. The rabbit never gets the carrot but continues to run forward in hopes of a tasty treat. Intermittently, a highlight from an NBA game is celebrated with two guys giving each other a big high five. A fist punches the air as a game winning three-pointer hits its mark. A fit woman steps of the stairmaster and slams a specially-formulated electrolyte-replacing drink. The coordinated exercise class stares themselves intently in the mirror as they complete a maneuver using large rubber balls in unison. A heart-rate is checked, a towel wipes down a stationary bike.
“She ain’t pregnant, she just going through menopause.”
“She ain’t pregnant, you shooting blanks!”
The men coffee-drinkers high five each other.
“Yeah, blanks all right: blank bullets.”
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