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Round-up of renegades from KK (not to be confused with any other kk)

Thanks to Kris Krug for making me feel a little bit seen and relevant…

We did so many projects over the years and the other folks on this list are true champions, ergo:

Community Shout-Outs: People & Projects Worth Checking Out

The world is opening up and things are really starting to take off fast all around me. People are travelling again and getting together in person … and the AI renaissancehas just begun. In an effort to keep in better touch with my community I’ve been putting some infrastructure in place to help keep me organized and in close touch with my friends, family and colleagues.

I’ve started a podcastupgraded my YouTuberedesigned my bloglaunched a Discord Server, created an email newsletter, and about 1,000 other things.

Thanks for your time and attention and checking what I’m up to. Hopefully you walk away feeling inspired and having learned a thing or two.

The little rip about me says:

Dave Olson – or as we fondly call him, UncleWeed. Broadcasting from the serene landscapes of rural Japan, Dave, you’re making waves as a musician. Your postcard project is off the charts, and those digital archives? Epic! Rock on!

Kris Krug / KK / MotleyKrug is scattered all over this archive so you can ensure authenticity. Hoping I get on his video show one of these days soon to talk about:

"practical applications and reasons for both analog personal archaeology as well as methods and my current conundrum about digital archiving and why it matters and why it’s a complete and utter catastrophe and headache and then how new technologies and tools might help especially as I’m now trying to go forwards and backwards at the same time with new art creation. Thoughts? 

i have some good new anecdotes which will tie all the bundles together. If you want, I’m not very smart about the new technologies part but I’ve got some things to say that may be vaguely amusing about that punk rock singers from Surrey and donkey races in Jamaica and usual Grateful Dead bits"

Oh right, he also said: “i’m tryin to get all my peeps to signup for my email and give it a lil push… https://kriskrug.co/subscribe” / which somehow lead me to think of this important quote by a true hero (and pencil improver):

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”

Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Kris also brought us this handmade (Indonesia inspired) hot sauce on the BC invasion trip

Diary: ghee, ice packs, carpet baggers and immigration anxiety

Scrambled eggs in ghee

Packets of medications and supplements + 水

Errands to: 
* hospital (admin); 
* preschool (applications): and,
* immigration (hopeful for resolution)

Then buy father-in-law dapper hat for birthday present

Ichiro is outside trying the reel lawnmower

Tomatoes from neighbors

Ice pack on the back of my neck

(Internet carpet baggers capitalizing ad-laden “think pieces” breaking down sht don’t know about someone who publicly pleaded for help for years like they're wise forensic music-scientists/anthropologist/psychiatrists)

#Diary

Meanwhile:

Q: At immigration office (again)… Will my extension be approved for 1, 3, or 5 years Or denied & i go right to airport??

Interlude: They’ve disappeared with my file / note: at least the “don’t do drugs“ posters are now pinned it to the wall rather than duct tape like previous. Seems the office had a bit of an fresh-ip over the last few years of them doing… Hmmm not much due to closed borders etc #anxious

A: 55555555 years (clarification: 5 years but/& didn’t throw up in the office from nervousness) #GreatNews #Japanlife

{was a bit of an Odyssey this time around // had the Tiger Air direct flight from OKJ to Taipei on standby :) / last time I had a visa situation back in 93, I went directly to Guam and ended staying for a year and a half}}

Carrying on: made it to the hospital administration desk with minutes to spare to get some “magical important disability paperwork“ which I folded efficiently into thirds and inserted into the provided envelope

Onwards: to new/next pre-school (including figuring out the route which I’ll take by bus and street tram to pick up the wee bairn from time to time – familiar in a way as it’s from “bus end of the line to bus terminal (with vending machines!) to tram end of the line and reverse“). More about this but it connects to my dad’s first job working for the YMCA in the 1960s.

[Saw a boat which says something about going to the Setouchi Islands while we were driving, snapped a picture for Ichi-Stan]

A friendly “thank you“ for all the words of support recently.

{Funny how it goes: we build real relationships through these beleaguered channels and somehow found each other amidst the static.}

KK says, “damn yer back to Tweeting all day long… :P”

I reply, “I tweet when the anxiety gets out of hand… I’ll disappear again soon to free up your feed for other robots // Anyhow, I figured you would be slightly enamored and possibly even vaguely impressed seeing what I’m pushing through the same way I’m always showing up on your projects #ImYourStan // And really, I use Twitter as a handy notebook // then becomes diary posts in my beleaguered “creative life archive” site for #personalarchaeology purposes // which then, as you noted, the AI robots can slurp up to remix into other forms and functions

PS By the way, always fresh posts at my web archive // most recently a couple more lyrics from my “old man punk” series… make blog posts instead of playing games or watch movies or whatnot… Although kind of wish robots could make for me (not writing, just publishing/metadata)

Now: home in a cool dark room with many ice packs and noise canceling headphones

Recap: All of above is a big relief, a real challenging few weeksbeen feeling a little bit “unlucky” (as ridiculous as that sounds) this last little while but feel like turning a corner and hoping to spend a lot of time in bed – most important is a lot of rest + in kura with creative projects & with ukulele in August / heck, even have the kiddie pool filled up w/ awning & a grill nearby

This year seen plenty of big moves but used all of my batteries.

Next step: blood flow to the brain imaging scan on August 4

Unrelated to everything else: “extensive elaboration and long attention span” are basically my middle names (which are very hard to write on application forms) / iow: incapable of brevity except in haiku #UnrelatedPhotoOfMyAwesomeHomemadeGrill

Diary + Snaps: 6 views at goat farm & various disintermediated notes

At this point, it’s no longer an “secret hideout”… Rural Caprine (goat) Farm obviously my favourite place in Japan and where we go for a break to regroup, check in with my buddy Mac-san – who teases me endlessly and unrelentingly about me, showing up, broken down, obviously, needy, and basically useless in the summer of 2018 which changed my life. 

Anyhow, in this case me and darling wife and adorable son, had finished our morning chores, hot and sweaty so we took a trip to the farm to cool off, have lunch and possibly pick-up some pallets for some projects.

Turns out, unbeknownst to us – although we should know such thing – it was “Marine day” which is a quasi- national holiday, so quite a few people coming through the farm and surprisingly, many kids younger than our wee bairn.

Anyhow, I took my ukulele, listened to Jerry Garcia band at Cape Cod Coliseum from 1982 while feeling a little melancholy about missing the Dead and Company shows, (although the thought of going to a big stadium with loads of people and light shows is completely and unrelentingly unappealing).

“the goats’ milk must be sweeter after hearing me play” wrote one of my more sympathetic correspondents (dang look at those l3gs)

So played a little bit of music of my own for the goats, who remained unimpressed, took a look at the pallets, but found were all more beat-up than we really want to deal with, as well as quite dusty and dirty, too much so to put in the back of Agnes the van (which has a protective sheet). Also looked at a stack of old tatami mats which could possibly be used in a project in reclaiming/regenerating the Kinome land (which has some water retention and excess weed and leveling conundrums), chatted with some ladies who came all the way from Osaka to visit Mac-san’s impressive wine cave, and gave the various hellos from friends who have come by over the last months in years.

As you’ve no doubt heard before, goats love hearing music, so there’s an old time PA system streaming endless tunes to the animals (all day and all night) while inside, Mac-san’s much higher quality stereo system (though the Denon CD player is having troubles) is wedged in between all the artifacts, tchotchkes, memorabilia (including a whole section of items from us), and his ever-expanding record collection, plus variety of gourmet food goods for sale.

{noting that nephew Lee was off on a barbecue/hot spring adventure of his own with a youth group, so it’s not on this expedition}

#DRO420 / 3rd Anniversary: Wedding outfit flashback/recap

How many outfits can you wear for one wedding celebration? It turns out, a lot (but never enough!) Let’s briefly recap.

Day Two, Shinto Shrine:

photo by the hired “pro” photog, edited by daveo

Three years ago 4/20 Heisei 31 at Munetada Jinjya – Friends and family on day two of our three day #DR0420 wedding festival, which has gracefully extended well into three years of daily perfection.

Day Three, Goat Farm:

Yesterday was three years since the Shinto ceremony at the shrine (say that three times fast) and three years today was the celebration at Mac Kobayashi’s goat farm & music library (we’ll probably stop by today).

at the goat farm, right after bonus vows in English (3rd ceremony of 3, in 3 days) ^ by Robert Scales, ed. daveo (daveo filter, No Patent Pending)

Coming down the aisle after the vows, this time in English (previous was Japanese and the previous previous was a matter of signing & stamping papers at the city office after laboriously verifying ID supervised by my flower bearing attorney Lindsay Bailey in a fantastic dress).

It was really the funnest of times! Beloved friends and family from so many countries and Ryoko’s admirers arriving from around Japan from her different circles and communities of arborists, gardeners, jazz & ska musicians, Lindy Hop dancers, French and Chinese language classes… and various free radicals, Mountain ramblers, Coffee roasters, beer makers whiskey distillers ornamental tree artists, singers, smoking three-piece jazz band, a couple of MCs. Plenty of dancing, so much food, the best gift bags ever (featuring Bizen-yaki sake cup and DIY tea ceremony set). Decorations abounding thanks to the diligent assistance of the “Goat Farm hippie hostel compound dwellers” et al.

Getting ready was extra fun since i forgot half my outfit at the house requiring Tom Sawyering some friends to do the meandering drive to pick up shirt, coat, vest etc.

Meanwhile, Ryoko was readying with dress, makeup, hair and all of it. Kris Krüg captured her (magnificent) progress while he and Robert Scales helped me chill (captured by Lindsay Bailey) and prepare for the ceremony before walking me down the “aisle” (goat path) (captured by ??? Duane Storey??). #smooches

Day One, City Hall

Bonus: Flower bearing attorney supervising me to the City Hall and witnessing our paperwork. Photo: Kris Krüg outside 後楽ホテル Okayama Koraku Hotel
^Photo Lindsay Bailey ❤ (ed. daveo)

Outside the Okayama City Office – which got a little complicated as they flipped through thick books comparing my birth certificate to other Canadian examples from the Northwest Territories and so on.

Unsurprisingly, they got hung up on my middle names and spelling of my birth town (all of which which had to be rendered in phonetic katakana).

Relieved, made it out of there eventually and somehow that was enough to be “official“ >> then headed to the welcome party at Livehouse Bird to see all the international renegades (and immediately Tom Sawyer them to tasks)… So many wonderful humans and was particularly fantastic to see friends from different areas of my life connect like that already known each other for decades.

Day Four, rolling home

The day after the 3-day scheduled festivities concluded and shifted into ad-hoc goodtimes, Ryoko and I rode the city bus from our downtown Okayama hotel to our home in Tsuchida neighbourhood in Okayama Higashi.

Rolling Uno Bus with flowers 25k cash in a suitcase, bottle of high-proof whiskey & wearing a kilt with underpants just bought at a konbini store

We looked pretty awesome: her in a flower lacy dress and Royal Stewart cape and me in kilt, socks and sandals and trilby hat – carrying the aforementioned old-time suitcase of magic envelopes, bouquet of flowers, bottle of grog and endless smiles back to our lil home and the future.

3 years later

present times: same goat farm, same date (but rain falls on goats) – and now we are are three >> forever awaits

#daveo50 ~ 2016 / 50 years > days > photos

Dave Olson, 2016 #daveo50
#daveo50 ~ 2016 / for passport, visa, or other ID

Project: Upon turning 50 years old on August 16, 2020, Dave Olson (me, hello) is posting a photo (or maybe photos) a day / per year – starting with 1970 with intent of chronicling existence through various primary evidence sourced from studio portraits, class photos, ID / passport photos, or occasionally other “casual/group/random” shots when    the above don’t exist in my archive (note: not “artificial intelligence,” really me, pulled from shoeboxes, journals, wallets and whatnot – diligently scanned and dated via glasses and haircuts, lightly annotated).

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#daveo50 ~ 2012 / 50 years > days > photos

#daveo50 ~ 2012 / BC Driver License

Project: Upon turning 50 years old on August 16, 2020, Dave Olson (me, hello) is posting a photo (or maybe photos) a day / per year – starting with 1970 with intent of chronicling existence through various primary evidence sourced from studio portraits, class photos, ID / passport photos, or occasionally other “casual/group/random” shots when the above don’t exist in my archive (note: not “artificial intelligence,” really me, pulled from shoeboxes, journals, wallets and whatnot – diligently scanned and dated via glasses and haircuts, lightly annotated).

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Media: Olympics Media in Georgia Straight, Feb. 2010

Media: TNMH Geek Speak in Georgia Straight, Feb. 2010, captured at some point…

Read Geek Speak: Dave Olson, True North Media House in it’s entirety, in context (also archived in this repository). The article runs from one of many photos my pal Vancouver photographer Kris Krug captured of my mug…

Media: TNMH Geek Speak in Georgia Straight, Feb. 2010, captured June 2020

 

Pub: “Flying High” (collage art and interview) – RainZine (Vancouver), Summer 2010

Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, cover

“Flying High”(collage art) and “Who is this DaveO Guy Anyhow?” (interview) in Rain Zine (Radical Art in Nature) Summer, 2010

Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, Kris Krug photo essay
Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, Dave Olson interview by Anita Olson
Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, “Flying High” collage art by Dave Olson
Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, DVD mixed media
Pub: RainZine (Vancouver) / Summer 2010, back cover

See also: Let it Rain ~ “Flying High” boardgame-inspired art & interview in DIY Zine

#daveo50 ~ 2010 / 50 years > days > photos

#daveo50 ~ 2010 / passport

Project: Upon turning 50 years old on August 16, 2020, Dave Olson (me, hello) is posting a photo (or maybe photos) a day / per year – starting with 1970 with intent of chronicling existence through various primary evidence sourced from studio portraits, class photos, ID / passport photo occasionally other “casual/group/random” shots when the above don’t exist in my archive (note: not “artificial intelligence,” really me, pulled from shoeboxes, journals, wallets and whatnot – diligently scanned and dated via glasses and haircuts, lightly annotated).

Continue reading #daveo50 ~ 2010 / 50 years > days > photos