Wednesday, January 23, 2008

gone too young....

Gone too young. Heath Ledger was one of the most promising. We'll miss you. And the others before you.

Heath Ledger

River Pheonix


James Dean

Friday, January 11, 2008

What are We?

O.K. one last thing that came from another i-friend by proxy. A quote from Buckminster Fuller.

"I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe."

Thank you very much my i-friend.

Kevin KijiK

music crosses all boundries.

The Klog and Rant is a communal effort and all posts must be approved by a majority at KijiK. It is meant to be as simple and painless as possible. To relay ideas, stories with as little influence as possible, without prejudice. But I wanted to relay a story that happened to me while I lived in Italy. One night I went out with some Italian friends, partying, playing, drinking and we ended up in the apartment of an Italian artist doing much of the same. Someone pulled out a guitar and began playing songs; old ones, new ones, The Eagles, Nirvana, even Tu Pac. And most in the room sang along, regardless if they understood the language...in perfect English. Hotel California, Smells Like Teen Spirit (we tried our best), and California Love, all in one night, cutting across genres, generations and boundaries in one evening (the drinks did help quite a bit). This experience stuck with me and I think about it from time to time and quite often in time. We were all from different countries, different backgrounds, even different continents. Africa, Asia, America(s) and more, but were unified that night. Now I don't feel music is the cure all for the worlds ill's, to the contrary there are so many issues that I would be hard pressed to even take a stab at where to start. What I do know is we were unified in that room, that night and it was magical, almost surreal. So, here is a video, an artist that was sent by a friend online to our Jango site. One man in a chair giving his soul. Jorge Ben fills the screen with less action, but more emotion and energy than the most visceral video game going today. At least in my humble opinion. He tells a compelling story and relays it with passion and conviction. It's not in my birth language, but I feel the energy translates regardless of language barriers. So thank you, my i-friend for reminding me of that night and what can happen when boundaries are cast aside and a few people from different backgrounds unify without prejudice.

Kevin KijiK


Thursday, January 10, 2008

Think Big/ Big Think

Think ahead, Think place, Think time, Think all, Think Big.

saving lives knows no bounds

see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. saving a life crosses all boundaries. boy scouts do too.

anonymous poem..the sequal

if im like air
let me breath
let me be
closing in with glass jars
like butterflies on parade
i for one
am not a slave
system systematic
panic and attack
way and slack
loose control
loose hold
for there are many ways to fly
to drive
at 200+
fly on a plane
ride the bus
walk a step
and live
and be free
see
the world from here
and there
then you won't stare
at open air
for you'll be free
like me