moving and stuff

Last night was unbelievably huge (as busy as a Friday). We’re pulling up stakes and moving to Thursdays. Same drink specials as everywhere else but no cover.

This makes room for Swerve to move to Upstairs on Wednesdays, leaving behind their old digs at Deep/ Sweetwaters.

The downside of all that is that I’m shy one night of work a week. Going to have to pick up the slack somewhere pretty quick like.

In other news I’m actually selling pics now. Get in touch for rates and such.

So… what did you think about during your minute of silence at 11:11? I thought about how quickly we forget just how horrible war is. And how sad it is that the whole idea of the horror of war is cliched. The simple truth is that given the right tweaking of circumstance people like to kill each other, especially if they can blame it on a high ideal. Rats exist together in perfect companionable neighbourliness until the population exceeds the food supply. There’s a sudden snap and a frenzy of killing sweeps the entire region. And then it’s gone. Until the population peaks again. Rather than learn from previous mistakes the rats just kill each other off, over and over.

Last year there was a movement to change the colour of the Remembrance poppies to white, to symbolize peace. The very idea made me pretty mad. Don’t get me wrong. I understand the sentiment. Wouldn’t it be better, they say, to glorify the peace they won for us rather than the blood they shed?

Glory, I reply, is the whole problem. We glorify heroism and sacrifice and bloodshed and above all else we glory in the crushing of the enemy. In that sense I agree with the concept of trying to change the focus from a memory of blood to a reverence for peace.

But what I can’t stomach is anything at all that dims the memory of legions of men doing unspeakably horrible things to each other. It’s bad enough we have psychopaths out there trying to tell us the Holocaust never happened only sixty years after the fact. The last thing we need is to filter the sentiment we crawled away with.

So while I don’t really advocate an annual hail of horrific imagery to hammer the idea into our heads anew I’d still like to see a more concerted effort on the part of our beloved feds to make sure we don’t stray too far from that reality. But I don’t think they will. It’s not smart business to pacify your masses too much. You might need them to feed an army one day.