Many, if not all of you, undoubtedly remember "Pennies in the Air Ducts," the landmark short film The Korner released on YouTube earlier this year. In it, we see Chris Peebles and BLENKO in a rare unguarded moment tackling the big issues of existence over the backdrop of scenic Boise, Idaho. Recently, our video host appears to have added an "Interactive Transcript" to accompany the video, perhaps to serve our aurally impaired followers. We feel they captured the repartee with the utmost precision. Cast an eye over:
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0:27 carolyn didn't soccer club
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0:42 want to know what you're saying
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0:48 what distinguish something missing
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1:28 karen let's play for her pocket
1:31 minus staff here back recessionary times right in my backyard
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
For nearly five years now, The Kreation Korner has called the Boise Bench home. From those halcyon days in 2007 until the present time, our operation has spread its tendrils far beyond our modest HQ, as if stimulated by a Kreative thigmotropism permeating the globe. Nevertheless, the Bench kontinues to occupy a special place in the hearts of Kreationists near and far. What is it about this neighborhood we love so much? The list is long and may very well differ from unique individual to unique individual. We can all agree, however, that the Bench's unintentional patchwork of diverse denizens, architectural styles, business establishments and community institutions yields an authentic, gritty urban landscape--fertile ground for the Kreative process. Also, the cost of living is comparatively affordable. In our busy lives furthering the Kreative Kause, we can take for granted this paradise, despite our uncommon penchant for rigorous introspective. Fortunately, some higher konsciousness provides us with a wake-up call every now and then, such as the following photograph:
This plakard was spotted on a local public transit vehicle (aka "city bus"). Although its promotion of public participation is praiseworthy, its core assumptions are troubling. Is the Bench's transportation infrastructure in need of a sprucing-up? Kreationists and families alike have gotten around with relative ease on the Bench for generations. Are sidewalks and bike lanes a much needed expressway towards Improvedqualityoflifeville? Or are they insidious avenues of ingress for the sterile, kreativity-killing palate of out-of-town redevelopers with dollar signs for irises? We concede that the environment (physical and otherwise) of a place in a given epoch is impermanent. We do not know how the Bench will change in the coming years, but The Korner stands poised to do what's in its purview to block the building of bourgeois bistros and boutiques and the baleful banality they'll bring. Peace.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Hella salutations to all of you out in the metaphysical kollective known as KreationLand. I, Gabe Gabriel, am typing this web blog from my cot, having been struck with a malady of unknown origin and considerable strength. But why dwell on that? The reason for today's post is to inform you of recent goings-on at the kreative forefront, namely, a recent trip by some of our best and brightest to the land of fast cars and star-love-makers. Yessiree, I speak of that beacon of western decadence, Los Angeles. Having sojourned to said locale with Blenko and Chris Peebles, I am pleased to report kreative output and introspection was on full tilt throughout the seven days of the trip. (So much so, in fact, that I suspect my current condition is akin to radiation sickness and derives from the sheer brilliance of the kreativity on display.) But again, I digress. Here I have included but a choice sampling of images which I hope will communicate some semblance of the atmosphere of our trek. Be. Hold.
The sight of Chris' second performance. Footage was confiscated by the authorities.
Sustenance, part 1.
Sustenance, part 2. Kreationists require multiple beverage and food things to sustain them.
Chris n' Blenko pallin' around.
We had been told by a desert freakshaman that we would find sweet relief from the desert sun along the Sultan's Sea. Bombay Beach did not disappoint.
Fish heads dotted the landscape. Our appetites were thus piqued.
The freakshaman also told us to look for the inebriated turtle known as Skip. We left with more questions than answers.
On the road. Again.