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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

If le grand Pagnol had spoken English...
September 20, 2007
... He would probably have written something like this:"In spring the crabapple exploded into burgundy bloom and the air buzzed with its bees. The dusky sweet smell filled the whole garden. The willow tree turned chartreuse, then yellow with fuzzy lime catkins and even louder bees, until its structure seemed to vibrate. The old, fragile lilac tree at the front door held pale pink, loose, graceful flower clusters, with old-fashioned dark purple violets at its feet. I wo...
The drums
September 20, 2007
No words. My keyboard has turned into a strange kaleidoscope of symbols that refuse to congregate into the familiar pattern of sentences. There has been this noise, a faint rumour, barely above the whisper of a gentle breeze caressing a tree’s foliage. But then the sound sharpened, its volume raised by the passing of time and amplified by granite walls that always seem to appear on both sides of a path. It became so loud that an echo kicked in. I could no longer ignore th...
Fences I have known too
September 16, 2007
Some fences are made of old planks, others are dashed with barbed wire. Yet another kind, the one I'm most familiar with, has none of those restrictive elements. No nails, no warning signs, no sharp edges, no electricity, no height, not even presence. That kind of fence uses, for only defense, immensity. It's called the ocean - more efficient as a barrier than any obstacle I've seen, while even more appealing and inviting because of its very own nature. It's the ultimate fe...
Fricassée de chanterelles à la vancouvançale - A spoof
September 12, 2007
Today was a day of celebration.A giant sword, which had been shining of a cold metal glow across my neck, its razor-sharp edge inches of the flesh and dying to cut in, has finally been lifted. It had been years. I can breathe again.So I decided to treat myself to a cheese fondue (and some broccoli, which I get by the truckload for a bargain price at Costco, to balance things out and even though they just don't go together at all.) However, once inside the store’s giant wa...
Not So Wasted Away...
September 9, 2007
11 BC. Beautiful sunny day, prelude to fall, some trees having shyly begun turning red already. The wind is blowing steadily from the southwest, raising white caps on English Bay, shaking the relative summer heat off. The air smells of coffee, literally and metaphorically. I've had Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville in my head all morning, God knows why. Marc and Danny, sipping on their 12-year-old Flor de Caña, would roll in laughter if they knew - Vinny mumbling to himself i...
Serendipity
September 7, 2007
It took a friendly comment on this blog, not so anonymously left behind with a silent question mark, to make me realize what was otherwise so obvious it could have poked me in the eye. Serendipity. That's the name of the fantastic script powering my blog. The Wikipedia defines it as such: "Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely." I'm floored. It works, then. :-)...
Slightly before coffee
The world stretches infinitely, like a long strand of toffee being pulled from both ends, unwilling to break but getting thinner and thinner, losing its color to a dull white. Time stands still as if hypnotized by distance and jammed from within. Sounds are muted, muffled and distorted, occasionally shrieking out of control like hysterical bursts of laughter played by an old phonograph losing speed. Life’s images are blurred and grainy, they collide jerkily one into anoth...
Synchronicity
September 7, 2007
There’s no way around it, I am a big Pixar fan. So a few nights ago I finally went to see Ratatouille. Tinseltown was rather desert on that rainy Monday night, but the mall always has a ghostly feel to it any way. Just what I needed. So I sat and watched. Cute movie, funny and heightened by a very smart French flavour. Paris as beautiful and colourful as ever. Far into the story, my cell phone vibrated on my belt. There was no one sitting close to me to be bothered by the...
Back from the dead
September 7, 2007
Well, Coriolistic Anachronisms is alive and well, having survived a violent spam attack, a radical change of server and, hmm, a test run of Wordpress. But thanks to Garvin who, as usual when I run in trouble with the script, was able to point me into the right direction, installation trouble fixed and I'm still happily running Serendipity, version 1.2. A few things are still off but that'll be taken care of shortly...And spamming must be stopped....
When common sense goes up in smoke
August 26, 2007
My life is usually news-free. I don’t live in an insulated cocoon, I just choose to ignore the prefabricated news that are fed to us via the intravenous line of our media. I’m a much happier (and hopefully a little more balanced) person that way. But once in a while a bit of info catches my attention and makes me react, as is the case today. Introducing our society’s latest absurdity contest: the effort to ban smoking from…. Movies!Yes you read this right. We’re n...
The story of the horse - Branching universe explained
August 25, 2007
"All right, students, pay attention here. We can now show how the horse's existence is governed by the Mounier - Quantum - Branching - SavetheTree - Noclimbing - FateisFaith - CounterParadox - FatFree Law. I'll now distribute little pieces of the horse for you to place under your microscope; please don't chew on them, we have limited supplies. Just kidding, class, stop screaming.Now let me ask you a question: What did the valiant knight want above all?A - To return to ...
Painted sky
August 25, 2007
The Seawall was quiet despite the striking animation present at the bottom of Denman and Davie, less than a kilometer to the east. I had initially setup the tripod down on the shore exposed by a relatively low tide, focusing attention and camera on a pile of balanced stones. Sunset was turning into a symphony of bright colors, once again, and I was grateful I came. People were walking by slowly behind me, staring in awe. I wondered where everybody else’s thoughts could ha...