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Remember?! (Part 1)

Remember?! (Part 1)

It is a beautiful early summer morning on a Maple tree covered cemetery and the lake morning sun streaming partially through the leaves. The winds were calm with gust enough movement to make the light twinkle through the leaves. Amongst the tombstones, there is a body lying as motionless and at pease as those in the soil a mere few centimetres below. Then Fred awakens, as he rises the reality of the situation hits him like a cement truck. He is feeling envy that the souls below don’t have to suffer the terrible feeling from the over exuberance of the night before that he has forgotten.

It was quite obvious that he had been drinking and he was missing pieces of clothing like his left sock, it was nowhere to be found. Fred had woken up hugging a small headstone.

Fred is stunned as he realizes where he is this time as he sees a group of headstones before seeing the with “Fred Useless” engraved. Fred exclaims “Damn… Not again… Damn!”

Fred rises to his feet and staggers holding his head while entering a pathway noticing Phil lying hunched over a tree with a few beer bottles around him.

“Phil? Is that you, man?”, shouted Fred. “Phil, dude, wake up.”

Fred hoping that Phil is still alive, kicks Phil’s leg. (Several times) Phil awakens with some disorientation as he suffers from a nasty hangover, and really pissed off that someone not gust woke him up but made his body suffer blows of unexpected pain by kicking him.

“What a night…” squeaked Phil as he stretched and welcomed the morning light. Phil can barely see Fred standing over hims as the sun irritates his eyes. “Oh, hey Fred. How the night treat you?” Phil rises to his feet as Fred pokes fun at Phil’s physical state.

“Apparently, not as good as yours.”, replied Fred

Phil suggests that they go get breakfast and Fred agrees. Phil gets up and starts to walk away with Fred but stops when they here a voice in the woods.

“Phil!?”, a mysterious long and very sweet sounding voice bellows.

“Oh, Wait one second.”, says Phil. Phil runs back and finds Bekka (Looks perfect) from hiding behind the tree.

“I’m sorry I forgot you.”, apologized Phil.

“It’s ok, but I’m hungry.”, Bekka replied.

“That’s ok sweaty, Fred just stopped by to bring us for breakfast.”, explained Phil.

“You’re the best!”, Bekka replied, followed with a passionate kiss that made Phil really happy.

Fred rolled his eyes and wanted to puke a little bit, and not just from the hangover.

The three of them start waking out of the woods.

“Out drinking alone, eh?”, Fred asks Phil. Since remembering that Phil had blew him off last night that he was going to have a quiet night at home with his bottle of scotch.

“That was the plan…”, says Phil as he looks into Bekka’s eyes and then Phil kisses Bekka as they are all walking out of the woods.

Fred is scratching his head and thinks as aloud, “I think I am forgetting something important?”

Back at the “Fred Useless” headstone, it stands bare as RIta’s head appears

from behind it, her hair is in complete disarray, makeup smeared and clothes loose-fitting and unfashionable.

“Mmm… Fred”, Rita says in confusion. Rita notices the headstone and jumps away startled. “What the hell? Fred!” Rita wonders aimlessly. Hoping desperately that she is not alone, she continues to shout, “Fred! Fred!”

This effort is to be in vain as yes indeed Rita is alone.

(More to come in Part 2)

The preceding is an adaptation of a screenplay for a short film of the same name, portions of this story were enhanced with suggestions from Tony Tompkins. It has been formatted from the original to fit the blog format.

Photo of the Month 2017

Photo of the Month 2017

As we ring in the new year time for my annual photo a month post!

Urban Renewal Saint John Update

Urban Renewal Saint John Update

I have received several posts on the book, and I don’t know how anyone can still get a copy, but for historical purposes, and that fact that my other post is one of the most popular sites here is some of the content from the former website for the book that is no longer online.

John Frees (1951-2014)

John Frees (1951-2014)

It is with sadness the family announces the passing of John Percy Herman Frees, loving husband to the late Barbara (Blount) Frees, which occurred on Wednesday, December 17, 2014, at the Saint John Regional Hospital. Born 1951 in Dalhousie, he was the son of the late Robert and Emma (Donahue) Frees. John had a wonderful sense of humour and enjoyed spending time with his family, especially his precious granddaughter Lexxis. He is survived by his sons Paul Frees, Ryan Frees (Crystal Wright) and Charles Frees-Melvin; daughter Rosa Frees-Melvin; granddaughter Lexxis Wright; brothers Jerry Frees, Elwood Frees, Max Frees, Bobby Frees, Bruce Frees, Perry Frees; sisters Isabelle Hobbs, Tina MacDonald, Holly Saunders, Sally Frees, Judy Dundon, Jill Blount, Kim Frees; several nieces and nephews. In addition to his wife and parents, he was predeceased by his brothers Wilbur Frees, Carl Frees and Aubrey Frees.

Following cremation, visitation will be held at Fundy Funeral Home, 230 Westmorland Road (646-2424) on Saturday, December 20, 2014, from 3-7 p.m. By request, there will be no funeral service.

Charitable donations may be made in John’s memory to the following organizations:

  • Canadian Diabetes Association (NB) 
  • The Joshua Group 
A Warm Fire

A Warm Fire

A Piece of Firewood
A Piece of Firewood

The inspiration of this post comes from this block of wood. Since it is so cold outside today i decided to light my wood stove. However this block would not fit in the door. I tried to split it with an hatchet. No Luck. Then I tried with a bigger axe. No Luck. I spent about 20 minutes trying to chip a bit off so it would fit. Keep in mind this it maple which is really hard. In the end I gave up. Though I am going to say in this case I was not defeated, I just decided that this is just going to be a better bonfire piece of wood for summer. Marshmallows anyone?

Renée “Rena” Mary Belliveau 1927-2012

Renée “Rena” Mary Belliveau 1927-2012

The death of Renée “Rena” Belliveau of Saint John, NB, occurred on Wednesday, September 19, 2012, after a long and happy life. She was born in West Saint John on June 2, 1927 and was a daughter of the late Andrew and Olive (Babineau) Cormier.

Renée was employed at many jobs notably the DVA Hospital and Woolworth’s from which she retired.

Survived by her brothers, Arthur Cormier of West Saint John, and Ronald Cormier of Bowmanville, ON. Many nieces and nephews also survive Renée.  Although Renée did not have any of her own children she helped her sister raise her niece Catherine Melvin (Morin) for many years whom remained close to Renée, and her children Charles Frees-Melvin and Rosa Frees-Melvin that assisted Renée right to the end.

Renée is predeceased by her husband and love of her life Charles Belliveau; brothers, Joseph, Frederick, Lawrence, and Ralph sisters; Freda Cormier, Bella Felder, Eva Cormier, and Maria Morin.

Resting at Fitzpatrick’s Funeral Home, 100 Waterloo Street, Saint John (634-1965) with visiting on Friday from 2-4 and 7-9 PM. Mass of Christian Burial will held on Saturday, September 22, 2012 from Our Lady of the Assumption Church at 10:00 AM. Interment to take place at Holy Cross Cemetery. For those who wish, remembrances may be made to a charity of the donor’s choice, would be appreciated.

It is June 1st

It is June 1st

Well hello to all my readers, including a certain someone who thinks/insists that I keep writing more.

For this June I am going to shock everyone and have a new post for every day of the month. June is also anti-procrastination month so I will also not be waiting and posting the remaining 29 posts on the 30th. Though that does not stop you from waiting until then to read them. I am also attempting to complete a Photo-a-day challenge. If you follow me on twitter and Instagram (cefm) then you will get to see them all. In the interest of my blog readers, I will post them all here in a gallery on the 30th.

It is Here!

It is Here!

Although it does not officially happen until tomorrow at 2:16pm; with the look of today’s weather the last day of Spring should be cancelled.

So here goes…

I now proclaim today Summer! (For those down-under you can still wait until tomorrow for Winter.)

Exchanging links with CEFM.ca

Exchanging links with CEFM.ca

Quite often lately I get comments that get always mark as spam and e-mails asking permission to exchange links. Generally, the best approach is to write great content and you will get linked to. If you like content from CEFM.ca than link to it. Just remember all my content is protected by the Creative Commons license, except the portfolio which is not creative commons.

I do approve and show all trackbacks to good articles that link me. I also generally check the sources in the logs of sites that refer traffic to me. Currently wordpress.org and saintjohnshawn.com are the biggest referrers. My most popular posts are my 2008 Saint John Idol photos and the NB Sports Sites List.

Novel: Untitled

Novel: Untitled

Novel

Currently Untitled

Roger was having an average day. Roger was sitting at his office desk, pondering whether or not he was truly happy in his life. Roger was moderately financially well off, but was not really where he planned to be. Roger is a thirty year old accountant who has always followed the crowd his entire life. He has never led a crowd, or even showed any signs of initiative.

Roger was born in a mid-sized city in Atlantic Canada to two wonderful loving parents. His father was a well educated lawyer that was forced to study law by his father who was an extremely well loved politician who Roger has never met due to an unfortunate accident. While christening a navel battleship that was named in honour of him, he tripped, hit his head, and drowned. More amazingly, what the locals talked about was how the ship was since cursed as it sank as soon as it left the dock on its maiden voyage.

On the other hand Roger’s mother was a Travel Consultant whom was well regarded as she always seemed to know where her clients wanted to go, even before they did.

As many Canadians do Roger’s parents enjoyed snow birding to the American Florida coast. It was there when Roger was only three years old that he witnessed the event that would be the major event that would change his life forever.

On a beautiful sunny day while lying on the warm white sandy shores of a beach not far from Orlando his parents were surrounded by these men in uniforms and dragged kicking and screaming into a blue cube van and then the van drove away, while Roger watched helplessly from the water.

Subsequently, his parents had in their will that if anything should happen to them that custody of Roger should go to Aunt Charlotte. Aunt Charlotte was a very uncaring aunt, who felt that it was not proper to force a child to do anything. There for Roger grew up with out any sense of direction as to what to strive for in his life.

During his early years Roger was the child that was always last to be chosen for the team. That did not seem to bother Roger as he always found something to do or some where to explore on his own. One amazing thing about him was the he was never afraid to try something no matter how much how difficult it was.

Always striving that he always had delusions that he was destined for greatness, Roger imagined seemingly impossible feats that he would overcome. That was all a fantasy of what it was to be great.

After starting school the pressure of always being asked why don’t you have a mother and a father evoked great trauma upon Roger, who was just beginning to comprehend the magnitude of the events that unfolded that winter day in southern Florida?

Roger’s dilemma resulted in years of therapy to help Roger cope with his loss. Since, became often distracted from normal life, one of the early head doctors incorrectly diagnosed Roger with ADD. That doctor prescribed him Ritalin, to which Roger became very addicted for the remainder of his elementary school life.

The Future

The Future

Last weekend I received my LSAT score back and it was not what I had expected. It got me thinking about what I really like doing and to a greater extent what I want to do.

Lately I have been obsessed with words of the day on various online dictionaries and one of my favourites Wiktionary had the word “tranquil” on Saturday when I first opened by LSAT score e-mail. It became a matter if irony of that words full definition in relation to the experiences of the weekend.

Wiktionary defines it as “Free from emotional or mental disturbance.” which has firmly been at odds with my passions, in fact I have had to turn down many paths to make this transition fit. Paths that would have led more to the path that destiny seems to have written.
In the class Modern Europe History: Renaissance to the French Revolution one of the main figures in Protestant Reformation is John Calvin. John believes that our salvation or destiny is predetermined to the extent that our actions cannot make a difference and that we can cannot fight nature. Which is interesting with tranquil or brought further tranquility the calm inspired by nature, can further derive that by fighting nature will prove fatal.

It brings us all to finding a balance or equilibrium in our path. Economics also agrees greatly with this matter. When Dr. Young C. Jing started the first class of Intermediate Macroeconomics, it was an example of the Marginal Costs and benefits of going to School at a younger age, which is a surreal example if the way things are at with my life at this moment in time.

Thought Piece

Thought Piece

When reviewing the subject of the course I am reminded of when I started to research something a while back. I started writing and entry for my blog on whether the “Digital Revolution” was really or not a revolution that lead to a bigger philosophical question of other revolutions throughout history. Then, I started to ponder the question about revolutions in general. What does it take to make enough people to take the big jump to start the revolution?

The larger question that also I keep asking myself if it was considered before a revolution begins: “Will the king end up dead, and do we really care?” I then proceeded to start an introduction that was never finished. It is suited to be used here since these are some of the questions that I am hoping to be able to answer by taking this course.

Over the course of recorded history, revolutions have changed the course of the future to countless Peoples. To these ends certain questions would be asked, and answers pondered. The first question is why would people change the comfort of the things as they are to instate change. How bad do things have to get for revolution to happen? What is required to meet that turning point? Does success or failure matter at the turning point of the situation? Is an end game plan necessary to avoid a splintering of the effort? How far can it be taken before it becomes a “bad” regime? What justifies a revolution?

Out of curiosity some of the situations that fascinate me include the French Revolution, Bolshevik Revolution, the military coupe in places like Uganda. I am also extremely curious about events like the “5 October 1910 revolution” in Portugal and others the ended eras monarchies, more to ask of what caused to people to flip and change to the conventions of centuries of orders.

I think that a revolutionary is a person that wants or needs change. Perhaps it could be a forward seer or one that sees the winding path up the steep rocky mountain to the peak of hope. Whereas, a radical would be someone who wants change and does not need the slimmer of success. I think of a radical as one that antagonizes others or one that will do anything for their cause without thinking the situation through.

From my experiences during a Student Debt rally during budget day in 2002 outside the Legislative Assembly in Fredericton I think the “Big angry shouting mob” as the revolutionaries where especially the 150 or so that sat in the Member of Parliaments office for an hour, where the radicals were the 20-30 that started to shake Minister Margaret-Ann Blainey’s truck as she was drive to the Legislature as we were parading. Or the guy that climbed the flagpole and cut part of the flag off to symbolize getting our fair share.

Radical seems to defiantly be negative term, mostly since it gets intertwined often with a fanatical or terrorist, or freedom fighter. Whereas, revolutionary does not seem to be as bad. Revolutionary is a good person in my perception as they are looking for the change. The revolutionary does not even have to really believe in the cause they just have to believe that doing something is better than doing nothing. Some examples of revolutionaries that I feel made a large difference would be Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in the United States of America, Mahatma Gandhi in India, and Nelson Mandela’s movement in South Africa. A radical, is more of having nothing to lose, or not really caring about what they would lose by a fanatical belief that their God told them it was a good idea.

From my past being in University during the aftermath of September 11th and over analyzing what a terrorist is, I would say that a Radial could be a terrorist, but does not have to be a terrorist. The persons living in fear may be limited to those in the highest power. Do you think the common people during the French Revolution lived in fear, no! They were part of the angry mob.

Then again, it seems that the revolutionaries could not be terrorists if the “Angry Mob” is the majority of the population. Using the terms as extremists would seem to fit more of the radicals, but the King or those in power could also be the extremist resulting in the cause of the average person of the population becoming a revolutionary, or depending on haw bad the conditions were a radical.

I think revolutions are very good and necessary. It interests me when governments do whatever it takes to keep power and how far they will go. Some prominent recent examples would be Adolph Hitler in Germany, Ide Amin in Uganda, or Vladimir Lenin in the Soviet Union. The necessity or desirability depends on what the majority of the population feels on the status of the current government, regime, or system. Including those that don’t care or don’t take sides. If the government is doing well, the population is doing well, and the economy is doing well then there is no reason to change. Change for the sake of change cannot be guaranteed to be good or bad in the end.

I think it is when peoples’ lives become so intolerable are usually because external forces be it an oppressive or uncaring overlord or natural condition and offered no help there is nothing else to lose. It is like backing a wild animal into a corner, it has nowhere to run but to attack. Sure they may lose everything, even their lives they feel it is more productive for the whole then to find a corner and kill themselves to make the emotional pain go away.

As, I was writing this it seems that losing everything may go beyond religion. Religion is what people turn to during the bad times, to make them feel better. Losing everything must also mean losing sight of the beliefs that keep you warm at night turning one into a radical, where a revolutionary changes their belief to better their situation. Perhaps a revolutionary has not lost their beliefs and morals then, they just decide that the hope of better is greater than the cost of what would be lost.

Change

Change

Me and my hat.

As you can see CEFM.ca has a fresh clean new look. It is a metaphor for things happening in my life now. I am preparing for the bittersweet life of Academia. I am returning to UNBSJ in a little over a week only this time I have a plan. I am intending to complete my BA with an Economics Major and History minor.

I am also going to take a stab at the LSAT next month. I haven’t started studying yet for it. C’est la vie of the eternal procrastinator.

I am also happy to announce that the goals I have set to lose weight are moving in the right direction. I have not been able to get to the gym this week, my old back injury from High School just came back. However, it did a big snap that really hurt Wednesday while running for the bus and is tender but it feels like it repositioned in the right way for the first time in a long time. I should be able to head back next week.

I’m considering moving my Gallery section to Gallery3 however it is not ready yet and there are no themes at the current moment that meet my PHP knowledge level to modify to the new WordPress theme that I am using now.

There ain’t no flies on us!

There ain’t no flies on us!

Once again it is summer. Last week something happened at work that got me remembering the amazing days of summers past spent at Camp Glenburn. Glenburn has to be one of the best places in New Brunswick to promote active living. It is on the south shore of the Bellisle Bay on a big hill that about every 2 hours you would go up and down. When you were up you were up, when you were down you were down and when you were only half way up…

I had spent 4 summers there, the first was the year before the boathouse, the second was the year they built the boathouse, and the third was the year after the boathouse was built, and the final was when I was 16 in 1998. One of my most favorite activities was canoeing, Especially when one year we went to the island in the bay east of the camp, and the other year when we went to a beach across the bay and to the west. And then there was the treks way up the hill to Mt. Baldy however it was in hindsight just a huge rockface and not really a mountain.

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Farewell to 2008

Farewell to 2008

2008, as you are bidding us ado for the uncertanties of what 2009 will have instore. I am going to take a moment to reflect on the times we had togeather as we prepare to spit on your grave upon your death this evening. Unless we are of the 45% that will pass out before your death.

This has been a year of taking things away so I will start with the things I lost this year. Disk 2 to my Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan set, my grandmother, my job at Zellers, two of my favourite Rogers TV shows to make Daytime and Too Close to Call, and my dignity (lol). Once again procrastination hampered this post.

Taking Perfect Long-Exposure Pics

Taking Perfect Long-Exposure Pics

Today, is Election Day. Sure I could write about the election but, instead I’m going to write a self-help post about one of my favourite hobbies, photography.

The first tip to long exposure shots is use a tripod. What is the fun in that. Knowing that your shot will be perfect first time, every time.

That leads to tip 2, lean on something. It is almost given that this will work best most of the time. Tip 3 is to hold your arms close to your body. Rhea are the main tips that most people who teach photography will say but I have a few of my own that wort better in a digital world.

Tip 4 is to use the delay timer set to like 2 seconds. I find the movement of pressing the button haw ruined many photos. Tip 5 works off the same idea. Use the multiple photo mode. You are likely to get one of many right.

Next tip is to use the LCD screen. There is no way you can hold it still enough up to your face. If all else fails then my last tip is fake it in PhotoShop.

Post-Election Post

Post-Election Post

So we all know how the election turned out. As every one that knows me knows I enjoy relating the statistics. This year 23,977 voted for a mayor candidate, 24,078  voted in total. Therefore, 101 voters did not vote a mayor. In 2004, 25,489 voted for a mayor, 448 voted for me. Between 2004-2008 Saint John has 1,618 (source: Statistics Canada) less people. Between 2004-2008, 1512 less people voted for a Mayor. Conclusion, most of the people who used to care are the people that are leaving.

My Post-Birthday Post

My Post-Birthday Post

Boston Pizza Vanilla Bean CakeYesterday was a very interesting day for my birthday. For a change people seemed nicer. It seems like it was no time ago, let alone four years ago today that (in 2004) today (May 11th) I was working at Client Logic, done after a hectic month and a half of campaigning and just waiting for election day to be over, wait a minute, that didn’t happen as a recall at that time I was ditching Sunday shifts to go to Empire Theatres probably to see Mean Girls, New York Minute, or 13 Going On 30 (I seen all of them in the theatre and cant remember which.) Then off to go do Too Close to Call, back in the days when it was only a half hour long show. Then off the day after the election to the great city of Toronto, ON for the first time ever, and my first time on a train too. It is too bad that a lot of my blog here didn’t survive from that time.

So yesterday… after doing some overtime and fighting with the Royal Bank, I went to Boston Pizza and had an appetizer of Thai chicken bites, Caesar Salad,  Chicken Parmesan with Spaghetti, glass of Keith’s, and Vanilla Bean Cake. Then I went to the theatre and seen “Maid of Honor.” I got to say it was a very good meal and very good movie (4 stars.)

And the holidays are done! or are they!

And the holidays are done! or are they!

So I haven’t had the opportunity to update this page in a while. It has been really busy lately.

I spent many hours this past month working on the 12 Daytimes of Christmas on Rogers Television. The final two episodes are going to re-air on January 1-4th (11am, 4pm, and 10pm.)

Also another note of something to watch was the locally shot “Sticks and Stones” 8pm AT Jan 1st on CTV.

Now getting onto some of my movies, the pilot episode of the “Badger Hunter” is almost edited for it’s February release date. We are working on it’s website this weekend.

On Boxing Day, I learned that the Toronto Film School is closing which now is gonna change my plans for a October move to Toronto. Tony and I have been looking now at the Toronto Film College but have not heard much about it, also Toronto apartment hunting seems like a daunting monster, even harder than the actual move.