Planning an SCA Device

so with an Afternoon of research behind me and an Image in my head that I would love to see plastered on my back as a patch, or bLazoned on a cloak or a tabard

anyway in heroldic terms it is described thus

"per saltire sable and argent a magpie proper rising"

This is my experament in ms Paint to show the idea it's not great But I think it conveys



this is actualy Per saltire argent and sable. I'm not sure if it would work better this way or the other.
All Hail the infamous pirates of Antir .

EMBA art gallery logo demos

All art on this page by Kasha eternal_nightz@hotmail.com

The E.M.B.A

The Edmonton Mountain bike Alliance had a great productive meeting today and here is my attempt at a logo.


This was done in Paint, well at work so the quality is not great, but hay it's not bad for a start.

The EMBA has lots of promise, I will let you know more when I get more info and when I have more time.

till then put you feet on the peddles and ride

pictures for the poem "Freedom's Hi-way"

designer gourmet catch-up (extra spicy dijon)

sometimes i think my mind follows the rhythm of popcorn. so Here I am back on the scene, blowin' up a whole new dream.

Listen to tracks by the following if you can

Chumbawamba -off there new album "a singsong and a scrap" nice sort of folky politicle.
"Yell Fire by Michael Franti amazing stuff.
the incredible Robert randolph and the family band "colorblind" is the name of the album.
medeski martin scofield and wood, have a new album out called "out louder" great Jazz with electronic
I listen to it paired with down to the bone "spread love like wildfire"

these are all great Albums and an example of what I have on my Z5(new MP3 player).

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I promised poetry and though it's farther then 1 a week apart by a long shot this is a good poem. I have some "broken TV" pictures to go with it I'll upload those and others when I get a chance. for now here's the poem.

written dec 30 06 this is

Freedom's Hi-way

We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way see what can be seen.

north of jasper avenue and west from the river green
Right beside the transit line look at the graphiti scene

ride my bike down the road to freedom just past 2 am
he asks me for a light doesn't have a penny to spend
He's trying to smoke a birthday candle
hoping it'll be more in the end
When I point out the illusion he tosses it away
in disgust, reaches in
to his ashtray of a pocket
pulls out a hand full of butts
I light him up the longest cigerete end he can find
he thanks me for helping him die a little
it's the only way he knows how to survive


We're going east of 97, south from one eighteen
gonna ride down freedoms hi-way lookin at a different scene.

He offered to sell me a TV that was shattered on the street
a joke across from the cop shop
a cracked image on the screen
maybe someone got sick of watching
that consumer driven machine
an' the nightly disaster you see on the 6 o clock news
divided up so nicely with adds for things they can't use


east of 97, south of one eighteen
down on freedoms hi-way in the centre of the capitals boom town scene.

There's a business women on the corner
Who's lover does not know her name
She can't talk about her Job
Communication is illegal when your getting paid
She's walking the street from 9 to 5
But does she have a bed in her own Home
and does she have someone to cuddle at night
or is the irony she sleeps alone

Now I'm not livin' on Freedoms hi-way
my home is on the other End
But I go down it every other day
to reach the destinations I can.
I see what's happening on it
there free to live there if they can only fend
Off the disasters the pain and the strife
That's a part of Daily life

east of 97, south from one eighteen
north of jasper avenue and west from the river green

I'm not saying it only happens there
You know it's everywhere
But down on freedoms hi-way
there's no curtains to prevent you from seeing
Those who's lives you do not share
There on the road to freedom
They might survive to get there.

poverty and the fight for a place to sleep

It's cold outside tonight, hay that's november for ya. Snow Ice and minus degrees c who knows weather.

but Most of us only have to move through it. not live in it.

I went to Homefest today and lisened to some great artists talk, sing and inform us about the plight of the homeless.

more then 2000 people are out there tonight in the cold with out a place to lie down. some of them are lucky enough to be able to couch surf, but not all.

the Waiting list for low income housing is over a year long
and most shockingly if 1% of the governments annuel budget was spent on this issue it would no longer egsist.

it's not just single males out there or drugeys and drunks like some would have you think. there is Familys, Men women and children. there are people with money and jobs, educations. they just didn't find the luckto have a place to lay there heads.

think about that. next time your complaining about shoveling your walk, about the size of your garage(you could probobly sleep two familys in it anyway.)or the raising property taxes and rent/house payments.

How can each of us help, this is how. Spread the words talk about it. care!

In an alternatve reality this rant/poem is not sarcastic

Are you sick and tired of all this equality in the world
all this peace has got to go.
the left wing government has messed up this country to no end
there is no rich or poor yet everyone's got what they need
I'm sick of it all Think I'll start a war

it'll be hard since there's really not much to fight over
borders were erased years ago, and all the resourses are shared
we've realised that were animals and returned to the cycle
religions have become a personal experiance that is shared for enlightment
prejudice is gone because the blood in all womans vains
has been mixed like a rainbow in a blender were all just humans now
I'm sick of it all, what were we thinking, got to do something
Think I'll build a wall to stand behind
Better start a war

Maybe I could..could build a bomb but for that I'd need a factory
and they went out with green house gas.
The peacefull revolution against the oil, and polution
we never thought it would last...but it did now that's past
living human powered combined with solar energy
makes it preety hard to fly destruction overseas.
But I've got to do something, this co-egsistance must come to an end
got to start a war

are you with me
pick up a rock and hurt someone
are you with me
sharpen your tools turn your farms into fuel for the fight
are you with me
build a better weapon to keep the others down
lift your hands to the sky and fight just to fight
pick a leader, pick a reason, I Don't care
I'm the last of my kind and I'm going Extinct
I'm the last War-monger doesn't it make sence
we've got to stand with our backs to reality
Slice down all those who appose us with there non-violance

Have you got a better idea, a Solution to all this hope and happyness

Don't we need a little more fear and hate in this world
come on march behind me, close your free minds,
Don't you see that by making the world a worse place for someone else
you make it better for yourself
because were not the same as them so they ought to be worse off then us

Doesn't that make sence, Logical isn't it!

So help me start a war
we've got to start a war
everbody needs a war
what better solotion could there be
then starting a war
It's time for a WAR
WAR WAR WAR!
say it with me
scream it with me
WAR WAR WAR


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PEACE -in honour of the 3000 some odd years in which people have been fighting
for reasons I can't comprehend. I cry