This morning, I decided to walk around and snap a few photos. Here they are, for your personal edification, of course.
On this morning, they were taking down the town Christmas tree for another year.
When I snapped this picture, a small Southeast Asiany looking woman ran past me. What are the chances of that? Sundays is an especially bad day for Thai omens. I always see someting Thailand on Sunday.
The first time I went to Thailand, it was on Sunday that I visited the brothel for the first time. I am into older women and that is who I got. All that morning, the Thai guys who were living in the neighbourhood I was staying at were saying "Joy, joy!" which is the Khmer word for sexual intercourse.
A cherry picker perched above the CIBC bank.
The Alaska Hotel. The Dew Drop Inn.
I shot this video early this morning. I would not film something unless there is something that is moving that is of some significance. In this video, the flags above the hotel are moving.
The Alaska Cafe which is now closed.
The Alaska Hotel which is now open.
If the Alaska Hotel is the place for downtown nighttime entertainment, then LeSpot is the spot for downtown nighttime entertainment in this town.
Wildcat Video. A good place for videos with $1 Tuesdays and $1 Fridays on old releases for one week.
Brass Scissors. This place has some significance for me as this is where I got my left ear pierced for an earring in 1990. That was a long time ago.
JFK Secondhand Store. JFK stands for Judy, Frank & Katie which is the names of the owners of the store. It is family owned.
The Butcher Block. The Boucher Block, the place for food to feed the mouth.
Veronica's Closet. This is the town sex shop, for discerning couples.
There is your downtown stroll with a look at some of the more picaresque and controversial structures. I am glad that I made the choice to stay in this town. The people here are pretty nice and life here is a lot smoother than it was before, or maybe it is just me.
Dean Noble
Dawson Creek, BC
January 13, 2008
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Me and my 3 daughters
A painting of 3 ladies and a telephone pole on the side of a building in downtown Dawson Creek which reminds me of me and my 3 baby girls. This painting is drawn from this famous photo:
Dawson Creek BC historical photo.
Me and my 3 baby girls.
Another image which reminds me of myself and my three precious little girls.
Me and my precious little girls.
This is a video of me spending quality time with my daughters.
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Bell UH-1 Lewis and the News
originally appearing on www.myspace.com/drdrtfehytf
Small town news is not at all like big city news. I personally would choose to watch the News of this small town only once a month or once every couple of months. There are not enough stories here to watch every day. Usually it is only stories about some board meeting, most of the people of which were present at the last board meeting they reported on, or else it is the story of how someone is looking for a place to live due to housing shortages. Small town news is just a J-school make-work project. Not much more than fluff pieces. It is yellow journalism because the news team has to decide what stories to make as news stories. True to the definition of Yellow Journalism, they go out to to news stories more than they are called to the News stories whereas in the big cities, the reporters are called to the News stories much more than them just going to the News stories. The term Yellow Journalism is from the William Randolph Hearst days and refers to how he financed, sold arms to foment the Spanish American War, Teddy Roosevelt and the Roughriders, San Juan Hill etc. in order to have a story to report for his newspapers. A Newspaper reporting on a story that the Newspaper company itself created is called Yellow Journalism.
My friend Bud Cameron in Vancouver has warned me about interacting with the small town news company. Not in so many words, Bud told me not to write emails to the personalities that work at the small town news company or else they will report you to the RCMP who will put you under a criminal warning. I read about criminal warnings on the internet and they last only for two years. Still I have no intention of emailing the local News company and certainly would not do so in any future, near or distant. One day, I will leave this town and the local News company will be unwritten from me.
To be in it and not of it is a good policy. Watching the News only once every few weeks and not only that, to watch the 11pm version. In this town, they put on a 6pm version and an 11pm version. The 6pm version is usually live. The 11pm version is rarely live. To watch at 11pm is better because then the magic and the resonances and the 1,001 coincidences that happen when watching something live will not be there and I prefer the lesser intensity of the 11pm news. I am not singling this town out for any special treatment. That it is this town is incidental. Any town that I live in, I observe this pattern or an adaptation of it when it comes to the local News.
I owe them nothing, and they owe me nothing.
I mean nothing to them, and they mean nothing to me.
Whether or not I watch the News program in this town;
a) How would they know? and
b) Why would they care?
Of course, to say that you will not watch a program and watch it anyways is a compliment and better than saying that you will watch a program, and wind up not watching it.
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A Death In Dawson Creek
January 28, 2008: Brian Hill, a reporter on Astral Media's CJDC News died on January 27, this weekend in a car accident in Fort St John. It was senseless. He was in a taxi making a left turn when a pickup truck going trough hit the taxi. The taxi driver is still alive. It is not often that anyone around here dies, so when it is a reporter for the local News station that is very shocking. I never heard much about him, but when the local 6 o'clock CJDC Television News broadcast played back his voice, I do remember hearing that voice a few times. As a member of the community, I wish to offer my support to the local News company at this time of mourning.
http://www.cbc.ca/cp/media/080128/X012819AU.html
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Downtown Dawson Creek At Night
The Alaska Hotel. An RCMP cruiser was driving past the hotel. I thought that I would snap a photo of all this. The supernatural presence of the RCMP cruiser. I'll take that! In light of my Police Blotter stories, this photo does have a special value to me.
Le Spot nightclub, Dawson Creek. A video that was a must-film because of the strobe light in the center of the main sign next to the marquee.
Le spot nightclub in Dawson Creek. Usually, this is a busy nightclub. Mostly young people go to this nightclub. People in their twenties, usually.
The doorway of Le Spot nightclub, Dawson Creek. Beyond this door, night time entertainment awaits.
The Alaska Hotel at night.
January 25, 2008: There was no decision made following the meeting at the Senior's Hall. People for the 4:00 am closure argued that the problems are not from alcohol but from drugs like crack, crystal meth, cocaine, etc.
Update: February 4, 2008
City Hall voted unanimously to roll back the bar closing hours to 2:00 am.
A bottle of Olde English beer, which in my opinion, is a fine ale.
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Marriage Omens
reprinted from my http://www.myspace.com/drdrtfehytf blog
Marriage Omens
Take time to smell the roses and when the right one comes along, you will know it. These are the words of a current TV commercial.
In the 80s, I never thought I would be a published writer. I have been a published writer since 1993.
In the 90s I never thought that I would ever visit Thailand, or anywhere else on a plane. I finally got to visit that place in the year 2000.
About a quarter of a decade now, just before coming up here to Dawson Creek, my friend Rick in Vancouver said to me, "You'll probably get married up there."
I had the compact disc, Incidental Music to A Midsummer's Night Eve and one of the songs was the Wedding March. I listened to this disc over and over again in my first months of living here, before I got my computer with which I use the online radio station www.650cisl.com to listen to music.
The 5th Dimension, the group, wrote a song called Wedding Bell Blues.
In my life, I have gone through periods of being alone and single for months, and other times of having sex multiple times in one day and for a few days in a row.
I would only marry a lady I know and like well and this takes time.
When I get married, it will be to a lady whom I like in spite of myself. A woman I would trade the blissful independent pleasures of bachelorhood for. A woman who is my pal whom I just for some reason just wind up hanging out with and with whom hours seem like minutes. I would have to respect her and I would not want to date a lady who is a drunk or has severe drug problems. I would really prefer that she not smoke tobacco. Me getting married could probably be years down the road. There are lots of women in my life. However, there are none whom I think I know well enough to think of anything even approximating marriage.
This is just about omens and I do not know when or whether I will get married.
Intellectually, I am not against the idea of getting married like a lot of people are. Most people just like to live common-law. Marriage has the fine archetypal trappings of ceremonial tradition. Trappings is a good word to use in an article about marriage....
This is a picture that I snapped tonight. There is a website which is no less than a free on-line magic 8 ball. I asked the magic eight ball a few questions. Will I travel again? Yes. Will I get a magic eight ball? Absolutely! And finally, this question which I snapped a photo of because it will not refresh again: Will I get married? Yes.
I just had to capture this magic, pun intended, with the on-line magic 8 ball.
http://web.ics.purdue.edu/~ssanty/cgi-bin/eightball.cgi
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A New Camera
Soon, I will be getting a camera that sits on top of the computer and has a built-in voice recorder. That means I can start filming myself with sound. The beauty is, this camera only costs $40 at the local Radio Shack. That beats spending $500 for a Digital Video Camera with a voice recorder. But the DVC has editing capabilities and that is important.
Computer Camera
Dean Noble. Testing. One. Two. Three.
I got a new computer top camera which includes a voice recorder. Now you can hear what my voice sounds like.
If you are uploading a video of yourself on YouTube using the desktop camera, click the quick capture box rather than upload a video box.
When you get a desktop camera, follow the instructions on the CD that comes with it. But before that, set up a YouTube account if you do not already have one. Do not bother with trying to save individual videos to files and then trying to get them on RealPlayer and then using browse to search for the video in a folder. Just forget about all that.
Go to YouTube, your account. Click Upload a Video. Then fill in the video information boxes: title, description, category, tags. Then use quick capture. The boxes record and stop recording should be obvious.
If recording a video, here are things that I won't do:
I won't swear in a foreign language. That is just bad joss. And geeky.
If I record something and then later, think is too outrageous, I will delete it. The medium of video is more sensitive. There are some things that I would write, but would never say on video, like my Krusty-the-Clown's-skits-about-the-Frenchian schtick tirades against the Chinese. I would only write that. Like Harrison Ford said to George Lucas during the filming of STAR WARS, "You can type this shit, but you can't say it."
I temporarily post, but soon delete any angry rants, unless it is something that I really, really, really, really, really, believe in. Like if Canada was in a war with another country I would use all my intellectual powers to be a weapon for Canada and to fuck up whatever country was fighting. You know I could come up with such an essay if my mind was focused upon a specific direction.
I will post karaoke songs on YouTube of me singing, but only when I am channeling the song, and not at any other time. I can only turn it on at certain times for specific songs. Usually an annoyance, an earworm helps me to channel songs for karaoke. The cure for an earworm is to listen to a bunch of songs in a row and loudly, for a few hours. The Ray Charles song, Hit The Road Jack is a really good one for fighting off earworms.
I will not put a picture of me slobbering drunk but if I do, I will erase it.
I will try to set up a story board and props and bring my computer with camera to places to film my Police Blotter stories, Dr. Cerebus Amida stories, comedy stories. Short stories. The Patient. Your Mother. That is, if I find a trusted circle of friends who would be willing to do this. To star in one of already famous me's videos to be shown on the world, opening the door of their destiny to be an actor or at least continuing it. Right now, I have no circle of close friends. I have no close friends at this time in my life, like millions of people.
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Dean Noble
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