Category: Snapshots (Page 6 of 8)

Words To Live By

6/18/'06 / moonbug

“It’s necessary to “waste” a certain amount of energy in order to allow new ideas to emerge from the random spinning off of doodles, scribbles, worthless foolishness, playful notions, silliness, aimless meandering, wandering down dead-end streets, a few of which may turn out not to be dead-ends. As I say, this is necessary activity… It’s not healthy to always be devoted to a specific direction, a certain idea… The mind becomes rigid, stifled… Sooner or later it’s necessary to break out, to goof off… This isn’t to say that during these relaxed periods you should allow yourself to be passively robbed of your energy [by others] such as TV, books, etc… Part of the time, at least, must be devoted to randomly wandering about in a creative way which may possibly lead to new discoveries within yourself!
It’s difficult to explain… forget it…”

— R. Crumb, July 29th ’75

When Gaby Met Eddy

5/17/'06 / moonbug

gaby y eduardo

See? That’s how Gabriela ended up marrying me.

Living With War

4/29/'06 / moonbug

LWW

Neil Young, Living With War. Have a listen.

Journey Through The Past

4/10/'06 / moonbug

Near the end of his life, my dad took up an interest in genealogy. He would write to relatives and friends asking for any relevant photo material. The response was pretty huge. He’d receive envelopes filled with vintage pictures on a daily basis — and since he knew I was The Computer Savvy Family Member, he made me scan every single one of them. Over 600 pictures, postcards, birth/death certificates, etc.

My interests lay elsewhere, however. I would scan them high-res, save to disk, and forget about them without as much as giving the scans a look. Yesterday, I dug up the “Genealogy CD” and actually had a look at some of the photos.

My great grandfather. The setting is what Hollywood’s Scary Movies are made of:

my great grandfather

Here’s my dad some time in the mid 50s, Greaser DeLuxe:

rocknroll dad

When talking about how they met, my mom always refers to him as a “50s BeBopper” — which he was not, at the time. My dad was into Elvis, Fats Domino, Buddy Holly – that kind of music. He couldn’t care less about Dizzy Gillespie, Charlie Parker or the novel freestyle jazz.

Delving further, I came across this:

collaborators

There is no date on this but I’m pretty certain this photo was taken in my home town right at the end of the 2nd world war. Nazi collaborators were rounded up for photo-shoots. Women would have their hair shaved and have to pose for the photo session. I don’t know who these people are, but the image is haunting.

Then there’s this one from the late fifties. Members of WW2 Resistance receive a medal. My grandfather was one of them. He’s 5th from the left.

war heros

Viral

4/7/'06 / moonbug

In our never ending quest to promote Weirdo Cards, Gaby came up with an ingenious idea that does not involve any online activity at all: bookmarks — physical bookmarks that is. We’ve made a couple of bookmark designs, had them printed out and plastified, and now we plan on making them available for free in libraries. A “take these, they’re free!” kind of a deal. This is what they look like:

weirdo cards bookmarks

In case you want to spread these bookmarks through your local library (you can’t be bothered obviously, but humour me), just drop a note, and we’ll be sure to get back to you.