Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Outside the AGO this evening, and a man drove up on his bike with a plastic basin of lights attached to the front of the bike.
The basin was glowing with multiple colours of flashing lights.
"have any lights to donate?" the man said,
I realized I was just about to get on my own bike but hadn't put my bike lights on.
"no, sorry, but thanks for reminding me"
"don't leave your bike lights on, you wouldn't leave your bike unlocked, you never know when a crack addict is going to come across it and think 'there's twenty bucks'... how about some blues" and the man started playing the accordion, he was rather good and started snapping along.
"do you have any money?, take me to dinner?"
"no, sorry i don't have any money"
"take me to dinner?"
I giggled "sure" I don't know what I expected his response to be but...
"seriously? I'll give you my number, if you are worried"
"oh...um.. I was... joking? thank you, have a great day" at this point there was a constant stream of pedestrians hollering to get past our two bikes.
"oh, I wasn't, you know there is no such thing as a bad day, just bad moments, when someone says 'have a great day' they, there is no such thing as a bad day, all days are great, only moments are bad, and people with bad attitudes hold on to those moments for the entire day."
"wow, that is really insightful"
"it's true there are no bad days, so when people say have a great day..." people continue to try to get past our two bike muttering or yelling "excuse me"
"thank you very much, have a good night"
As I road home I thought about how many great things came out of that conversation. I wish i had had the courage to sit and talk with him longer.
so Cailin asked me who wrote the Johnny Cash song A Boy Named Sue.
Despite the fact that I am a Cash nut, I didn't know the answer.
We looked it up and found out Shel Silverstein who wrote where the sidewalk ends (1974) wrote it. AND he wrote a follow up. It is the perspective of the Father of the Boy named Sue.
Here it is sung my Shel Silverstein.
I found it rather disturbing but laughed rather hard. I Wish Johnny Cash had recorded it.
Friday, November 13, 2009
"The truth is, women happily read books (and watch films and TV) aimed primarily at men. That's because women buy more and read more, full stop. They read thrillers, travel books, biographies – and yet the majority of these books are marketed for men. Women know they'll like it and give it a go. They'll happily pick up a copy of Porno, with a plastic female sex doll on the front. But men rarely try women's fiction, because they've been conditioned to think they can't pick up a book with a pink cover."
Everyone seems to have an opinion on chick-lit (or "commercial women's fiction," as the author of that piece calls it), but I wonder how many men actually have read any of those books. Interesting question.
P.S. I have most of the Shopaholic series, if anyone wants to loan a copy. Tempted, gentlemen?
Friday, November 6, 2009
God almighty, do I ever hate old hardware store men. I believe they are the most condescending and patronizing men in the world.
Hello, I am a young woman. I am looking for a tool/a home improvement item of some sort. I am not looking for a god damn lecture about the intricacies of drain pipe circumferences, thank you very much.
Happy Birthday Rachel, you Radical Vegan Feminist Terrorist!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Anyway, I made this badge and chuckled for about 10 minutes straight. Holmes loves Watson, don't tell me any different. I think I should make a "Dear Cocaine" badge as well.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I said, "Beauchemin's arrival in Toronto is not yet working out as well as his splashdown in Anaheim, but his play is getting better along with the other big free-agent signing on defence, Mike Komisarek."
And she said, "Yes, but among the forwards, only the lesser lights such as Wayne Primeau, Colton Orr and Jay Rosehill have done their jobs."
Okay, what actually happened was that I accidentally referred to the Toronto Blue Jays (or are they just 'Jays' now?) as The Maple Budgies.
Is this a new low in sports ignorance? Probably.
But, in my defense, I've had budgies on my mind lately. I just want to go on record as a bird supporter. I'm sick of people these days and their birdie trash talking.
"They are stupid"
"They are loud"
"They freak me out when they fly"
No. YOU are stupid. YOU are loud. YOU can't fly and YOU are jealous.
Birds are awesome.
(This post is dedicated to the memories of Merlin, Monty, Anakin, the one I found in the backyard and who never got a name that stuck, and bitchy Sky who died a year ago. RIP Budgie Pals! You are shredding God's wallpaper now.)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
elderly Chinese woman: "do you have token?"
I cared on and she stood there looking at me, shuffling her bags from one arm to the next.
elderly Chinese woman: "do you have money?"
me: "yes, I have money" I figured out that she wanted to exchange my change for her token. Her English was really basic.
elderly Chinese woman: "I neet money... money for token"
me: "okay," and I started getting the money out of my pocket "two dollars" I said
"NO!" she exclaimed, I was startled, "NO! TWO SEVENTY FIVE"
I shock my head,
me: "but that is how much a token costs", perhaps I showed a little to much attitude and knowledge of the city, I think she might have assumed I was a visitor with all my bags.
elderly Chinese woman "NO! when you get on is two seventy fie,"
I shock my head, "but it only cost you two dollars"
"NO! NO!" she exclaimed again.
I don't know why she didn't offer two fifty, if she really needed the money, she is making a profit and I am saving money. I don't know why I resisted so much, since the price would have been even for me. We both stood there for a few moments once I finished with my bags, than I decided I would just walk home.
The second thing that happened was this.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
My favourite recipe:
1 fresh cantaloupe
4 tbsp. port
1) Halve cantaloupe and remove seeds.
2) Pour port into the centre of each half and refrigerate until serving time
POUR BOOZE IN A MELON.
That's some intimate entertaining for you! Very classy.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
initially i was confused "are really little kids using google? It took a few minutes for it to occur to me that people maybe searching for advice on how to approach the issue with their children.
As someone with no credentials and no children on her own here is my advice.
babies come from a stork. and thanks god for that because I would hate to have to really give birth or have stretch marks. I was so relieved when I found out that was a myth.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Cailin and I have been discussing which names qualify for our future husbands. We think they should have the same name, to make life amusingly confusing. twin names! Here is part of the process!
(EDITED BY CAILIN TO ADD: If we get desperate, these unknown gentlemen might have to change their names... That's how committed we are to this future conversation;
CAILIN or RACHEL: Oh no! What's wrong?
RACHEL or CAILIN: Andrew is having an affair.
CAILIN or RACHEL: Oh my god! I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
RACHEL or CAILIN: No, dear.. YOUR Andrew.
And then we will laugh and laugh and laugh. And then one of us might get divorced, but at least we'll have enjoyed a good joke.)
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
RACHEL the maven of fashion and retail has informed me of one the greatest secrets you will ever hear.
People with small to regular sized feet can simply purchase their socks in the children's department and enjoy HUGE SAVINGS!!!!!!
And they fit your feet. Also, there is only ONE TAX on children's garments. I can't wait to get me some Jo-Bro socks.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
So it is settled, I am driving my bike.
Cailin and I discussed how often people tell me that I can't "drive a bike" well we looked up the definition of 'driving' and discovered that yes it is only called driving when involving a motor-vehicle, key word being motor. But what is the definition of motor is "anything that imparts motion". YES! from the Canadian Oxford Dictionary!
I figure, I'm on the road, beside other motor-vehicles, therefore I am driving.
discussion! To be honest I don't care much about this discussion, but it is another thing I always get wrong.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I am taking a contemporary art class this semester. Everyone else in the class are artists accept me. We haven't passed Impressionism, and I am getting frustrated, I want to understand Duchamp and Man Ray and I plan on spending every Wednesday evening at the AGO studding.
Perhaps my favourite contemporary artist from Toronto is Katie Pretti. The subject of her mainly abstract work is sexuality and coming of age. Will Kucey writes "Pretti’s
work filters and mirrors the sensations and discomforts of emotional and physical experience." She playes with light and dark. I have been playing with the idea of investing in one of her pieces for a while.
Currently she has an exhibition at Le Gallery on Dundas street. Who wants to check it out with me before October 5th.
It is a shame that we rarely use this blog in recent months, and I hope that will soon no longer be the case!
Both bloggers are now living together in a modest apartment in Kensington market down town Toronto! Here is a short update on the housing process. We are trying to keep at 1970s found object vibe to the apartment. Almost everything we have was either found, thrift, or a gift.
Today we went to a local Portuguese shop that has lots of old house wear. I bought 4, Canadian coat of arms coasters, cera 1930s, there once! Today keeping with my obsession with Canadian paraphernalia I bought a plate.
Unfortunately after bringing the plate home I read "NOT FOR USE FOR SERVING FOOD". I would not have bought a purely decorative plate. I was planning on eating off it. I was concerned that perhaps the issues is that the plate may be poisons. I looked on the internet but unfortunately I can't find any information about the specific company Barton of Canada LTD. I did read that the colors used for the creation of decorative plates can contain heavy metals, which can easily pass into food and then into the body. There have been poisoning cases reported after people consumed food from decorative plates. Regular dishware presents no such risks.
In future I am going to have to remember to read the back of all plates I buy.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
No one wants to look like a pervert sucking on a feminine hygiene product. As one blogger wrote "I'd rather die of lung cancer than have someone ask me; "Are you smoking a tampon?"
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I find it fun to try to predict how they will feel about each song. But I don't put much weight on their opinions. Perhaps I just don't want to legitimize them, since I often disagree, but i would like to believe their is a history, and relevance to music that perhaps these there individuals don't always get. Also I think sometimes the projection should be taken into greater consideration.
I am falling in love with Joe.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Finally, FINALLY I have resolved something that has confused me since I was three years old.
Why, I wondered, have I got this strange memory of Michael Jackson and C-3pO giving me a personal tour of the EPCOT Center?
My family went to Disney World when I was three, and I now realize that what actually happened was that we saw this short film there. Somehow that mess of a production got mixed up in my little brain, causing me to leave with the impression that MJ and 3PO were working as Disney docents. You can't really blame me. I think that film would be confusing to adults. And the Star Wars rip-offs are hilariously blatant (Can I call them rip-offs if it was produced by George Lucas?)
I feel a little sad to have my amusing misconception cleared up. Kind of like the day I realized that the water tower near my house actually isn't an awesome, exclusive Dairy Queen in the sky.
Maybe this isn't actually a little bit of good like I said earlier. Maybe poor old Michael Jackson's just taking another piece of my childhood to the grave with him.
Oh wow, now I've depressed myself.
Ahhh. That's better.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
As I get ready to go to bed, I unthinkingly go through the regular routine of face washing, teeth brushing and flossing. I wash my hands, take out my contact lenses, and then I'm pretty much ready to be unconscious for a few hours.
Except, sometimes I forget that one crucial step of washing my hands after flossing. And the floss is coated with minty flavour for some reason. As soon as I stick my finger on to my eye, I realize my mistake because I suddenly feel like I've ground a box of tic-tacs into paste and smeared it across my eyeball.
Menthol on your eyeballs may sound refreshing, but it is actually a surprisingly poor bedtime soothing technique.
I know I should be more careful, or rearrange the routine, or get different floss, but I am stupid. And forgetful. But at least no one can accuse me of having smelly eyeballs.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Transgendered people seem to be in the public eye a lot as of late. Another example i came across is Chastity Bono, the offspring of Duo Sonny and Cher, who has announced that formally she, now he, will be transitioning from a woman to a man.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Michael Showalter interviews some comedy men. Jack McBrayer, Micheal Ian Black, David Cross, Mike Birbiglia, Andy Samberg, David Wain, Zach Galifianakis, Paul Rudd, and Michael Cera.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Here are the most attractive Presidents, Prime Ministers, Governors and Kings, as determined by me. This is based entirely on appearance, and has nothing to do with what kind of leader they may be.
Luisa Dias Diogo
Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner
Rafael Correa Delgado
United States of America
There you go. That was stupid. And FUN!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I just started reading The Audacity of Hope. I'm enjoying it so far. At one point Obama describes a trip he took with an aide to southern Illinois:
On the drive down, we stopped at a TGI Friday's and I ordered a cheeseburger. When the waitress brought the food I asked her if she had any Dijon mustard. Dan shook his head.
"He doesn't want Dijon," he insisted, waving the waitress off. "Here"—he shoved a yellow bottle of French's mustard in my direction—"here's some mustard right here."
The waitress looked confused. "We got Dijon if you want it," she said to me.
I smiled. "That would be great, thanks." As the waitress walked away, I leaned over to Dan and whispered that I didn't think there were any photographers around.MY GOD! This man is completely obsessed with his spicy mustard! It's a running theme through his political/gastronomical career.
At least he's consistent with his condiment loyalties. That's how you know you can trust him.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The New Yorker cartoons (often) make no sense, are not funny, and are designed to drive you INSANE.
Those bastards suck you in with their fantastic articles, and then give you this:
I always expect that some day they will reveal that their cartoon selection is a cruel sociological experiment designed to shortcircuit pretentious minds, but it seems that they actually choose them based on some sort of legitimate criteria that doesn't include their ability to send me into a fit of rage.
I heard an interview with the cartoon editor Robert Mankoff. Apparently this is his criteria:
1) He wants cartoons that communicate some idea through the medium of humour
2) He wants them to make a point
3) He wants them to have an enduring nature
4) He wants them to strike a chord
5) He wants them to have a distinctive voice
Those are noble goals! I can see why they get such satisfying results.
I shall never forget the meaning of that.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Canada's Minister of Citizenship and Immigration, Jason Kenney, sounds like a bit of an ass in this article.
The current guidebook for Canadian newcomers includes two pages on environmental stewardship and barely a mention of the Canadian military - and that has Jason Kenney hopping mad [...] As Kenney acerbically characterizes it, the booklet includes two pages "on recycling" - but "not one single sentence on Canadian military history."
I've been a Canadian citizen since 1993, and while I agree that the citizenship stuff I read at the time and in the years since could be described as somewhat "insipid," I take offense at the idea that focusing on things like the environment is "ridiculous," while lecturing about past wars is supposed to be a better way to introduce people to their new country.
It isn't that 1990's Liberal Canadian values are more "insipid" than 2000's Conservative Canadian values. It just that Canadian attempts to describe Canada are pretty much always gag-worthy in some way. The government, no matter who is in control, is always the most clichéd in this endeavour (except perhaps the CBC).* Insulting environmental stewardship in order to celebrate soldiers isn't going to change that. It's just exchanging one ideological emphasis for another, and if you ask me, the one that boasts of environmental responsibility and peacefulness is more valuable than the one that salutes military achievement.
I'm not saying that knowledge of military history isn't important, it's just not as important for the future of Canada as the topic the Minister singles out for derision. I believe that Canadians should know about Canadian history, including the good and the bad. I doubt, however, that along with the story of Vimy Ridge immigrants will learn about Japanese internment camps. I doubt that in addition to the importance of the poppy as a symbol, the new booklet will mention much about the residential school system. Unless I'm proven wrong and they somehow don't pick and choose the version of Canada they want to convey, I say give me a break, Minister! The changes you are planning are almost certainly going to be "a small-c conservative, partisan [and] ideological project." Don't pretend otherwise. Your version of Canada will be just as "insipid" as the old one, just in a conservative way.
And I don't see how this will "foster greater integration of immigrants" and improve "social cohesion."
In fact, I can feel my immigrant self dis-integrating as I write this! Thanks a bunch, Conservatives! You are ruining my cohesion, socially speaking.
*Don't get me wrong, I really like the CBC. I just can't stand to hear them talk about 'what it means to be Canadian' and stuff like that. It is just too self-congratulatory for me to stomach.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
I recently posted a link to one of my favourite dooce stories here. I've been reading dooce for about four years now, after I accidentally got sucked into a few mommy blogs when one writer I enjoyed had a kid. I've always felt a bit odd about this, being in my late teens/early twenties and (thankfully) having no children. But they are amusing. And interesting. And their kids are cute. So whatever. Stop judging me.
In case you are not as familiar with this genre as I am, dooce is their queen. She started blogging as a young single woman in L.A, got fired from her job for writing things about co-workers, got married, had a kid, had postpartum depression and became extremely popular along the way.
I knew her site got a huge amount of traffic and that its ads paid enough for her husband to quit his job. Even so, when I once read somebody's garbled rant about how much she sucks and that she makes millions of dollars I mentally rolled my eyes. There is no way she earns that much, I thought. This angry internet person has no concept of reality/finance.
And then Oprah/CNN goes and tells me that dooce.com brings in 40 000 advertising dollars a month! A MONTH!
I repeat, Good Lord!
In conclusion, expect either Rachel or I to suddenly have babies and dramatically improve our writing. Also, I am off to join a wacky religion now, so that I can later abandon it and mock it in an amusing fashion. Right now I've only got second-hand Salvation Army jokes, and I don't think they measure up to the Mormon goldmine.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I just learned that Estelle Bennett (on the right side of picture) of the Ronettes died a couple months ago.
Her life was shitty after the group split, but at least she had memories like this:
Since thinking about The Ronettes leads me to thinking about Phil Spector, I want to recommend The Sound of Young America interview with Mick Brown, a Spector biographer. It's an interesting interview, especially if you don't know much about his crazy life story.
Lastly, here is one of the weirdest pop songs I've heard, He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss):
It was written as a protest against abuse, but it's very odd to hear coming from the same women who sang the fluffy "Da doo ron ron."
EDIT: Wow, I made a timely blog post without even realizing it! Phil Spector found guilty of murder today.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
-Half of all sexually active people will have a sexually transmitted disease (STD) by age 25?
- One new STD infection occurs every two or three seconds in the U.S.?
- Many STIs have no symptoms, so most new infections go undiagnosed?
There are many ways for you to participate. First (and most important): GYT! STI testing is easy and quick (promise!). You can ask your regular doctor for STI testing or make an appointment at your local Planned Parenthood health center.
And for more information on ST!s, check out plannedparenthood.org, or use The Check, the awesome new interactive risk assessment tool.
STIs are a total drag, but the only thing worse than having one is having one and not knowing it. Getting tested not only allows you to have piece of mind and/or identify an existing infection so it can be treated, but it's also a great opportunity to talk with your health care provider and learn more about ST!s and ways to lower your risk. Make an appointment to Get Yourself Tested today! Trust me: safer sex is better sex!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Today is no house work day!
Last week I saw a movie that relates to this topic,
Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles.made in 1975.
The film is often compared to late Hitchcock films, it is also an early feminist film. A real-time chronicle of this woman’s highly ordered day-to-day routine, the mundane details of housework. This housework is the primary subject of the horror show. Thought the film may be difficult to sit through I recommend it, especially right to the very end.
In honor of No house work day, let us not do any house work, perhaps watch Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles, and not do any house work.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
sxsw preview :: kurt vile at Gorilla Vs. Bear
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I tried to make latkes yesterday, and it was not a success. Some good came of the attempt though, because it reminded me of a little book I'd flipped through while Christmas shopping. I chuckled to myself as I scraped those crumbly potato pancakes into the garbage.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
ps. this is not an April fools joke.
CAILIN - My English Great Grandfather and Irish Great Grandmother were both deaf. His father beat him to deaf* after he hit a policeman in the head with a snowball, and I believe she was born without hearing. They met at a school for the deaf in South Africa, and raised four boys. I sometimes wonder what that must have been like... I imagine it was difficult. But I can't confirm that because they are all long dead. Lost to Deaf History.
* That is an awful joke. Sorry. And yet not sorry enough to delete it...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Does someone want to get me the Kate Beaton Book? Okay she is still in the process of making them, but keep it in mind. In the mean time I would still be interested in other swag. Maybe i will visit the Maritime Museum of BC in honor of Beaton instead.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
CAILIN: I think this post, "A Story About Someone Else's Ass", by the very popular blogger Heather Armstrong, is the funniest poop-related thing I've ever read. A milestone in the history of Poop-Lit.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Well I was informed that there is a way for concerned Canadians to make a small difference. Let us SAVE THE CBC, and sign this petition!
Today at 10am, did anyone listen to CBC radio 1, Q with Jian? Well if you did you would have heard a show in front of an audience. Guess who was in that audience?!? ME! and some awesome friends. We are all recent Toronto to Vancouver transplants, and felt a huge tension with all the Toronto vs Vancouver discussions. But two of us live in the West end, with Torquil Campbell (congratulations) and that MLA Spencer Herbert (what a cutie). After the show two of my friends went up and talked to Jian, I was not interested in lining up to talk to the man I hope to marry.
New Goal: run into Jian some time during JUNO weekend.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Since this blog is listed on a couple of Guelph feeds, I'll treat you to a tidbit of local history. After returning from WWI and finishing his B.A at U of T, Pearson joined the Guelph Maple Leafs baseball team as an infielder.
I guess that team morphed into the Guelph Royals at some point. Their wikipedia page is difficult to understand. But I did find this amusing fact there: "In the summer of 1873, the Boston Red Stockings, the defending National Association champs, paid a visit to Guelph and whipped the Maple Leafs 27-8."
The Guelph Maple Leafs v. The Boston Red Stockings!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I have loved Detroit ever since i visited as a young girl. There is the beautiful degradation that i had never seen before. Southern Ontario is so different. I guess i grew up in privilege, but always knew there were other ways to live.
It is this overwhelming longing for the working class that has led me to love Diner's, Johnny Cash, and 'different class' by pulp. I love how when people stop paying attention nature takes back space.
Well a hilariously adorable young dad takes photos and writes about Detroit on Sweet Juniper!
Apparently Jim has a photo of a Tree growing out of abandoned school books.
In an interview on the radio with Jian, Jim explains that he wanted to raise his kids in a place that looks like what the rest of the world looks like. His most recent entry is hilariously cute, thank Q for binging me to this great website.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
This has happened to me several times since I began using the internet, so I think it must be a fairly regular occurrence. I think this unfortunate phenomenon needs a name, if it doesn't have one already. Stormfronted? Nazi duped? Google linKKKed? Hitler-swoggled?
Speaking of surprise racism, I'm reminded of the hilarious Peep Show, and poor Mark's realization that his new friend is a white supremacist.
"Yeah... That's not on, is it?"
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
4-year-old boy: How do the babies get in your tummy?
Mom: They grow in my tummy
4-year-old boy: No, but how do they get in there?
Mom: After a mommy and a daddy get married in the temple they decide to have babies come to their family.
4-year-old boy: No, how does the baby get in?
Mom: The daddy helps the mommy get the baby in her tummy then the baby grows bigger and bigger until mommy goes to the hospital and the doctor helps the baby come out.
4-year-old boy: How does the baby come out?
Mom: The doctor helps it come out.
4-year-old boy: But, where does it come out?
Mom: From my tummy.
4-year-old boy: But your tummy doesn’t have any cracks in it… where does it come out?
Mom: Mommy’s have a special place where babies come out.
4-year-old boy: Only mommy’s have it?
4-year-old boy: I want to see it.
4-year-old boy: Next time you are in the hospital I want to come and see where the baby comes out.
Mom: Hmm. That might be interesting… actually when your wife is going to have a baby and you are big like Daddy, then you can go to the hospital and see where the baby comes out.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The all new 2009 Cognitive Dissonance is jam packed with distressing features and conflicting emotions!
Let the auto industry take you on an exciting, terrifying journey!
Now you can go from pitying laid off workers, to raging against the incompetency of CEOs, to fearing for your own job if the economy collapses, and finally to the bitter indignation caused by the fact that our society depends on alienating and polluting vehicles in the first place!
Your head will spin, your heart will wrench and your nerves will be shot... all in less time than it takes to listen to the evening news!
And don't forget, any negativity and money hoarding will only make things worse, you fools!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
At one point I put it to him: "Do you ever get out? Do you ever see the appalling state of your schools and hospitals?"
He said to me, "Julian, that is a very homosexual question."
At that time, the [British] government of Tony Blair contained a couple of ministers who were homosexual.
Mr Mugabe referred to them as "the gay mafia". He thought homosexuals were out to get him.
And therefore anybody who criticised him became "homosexual".
- JULIAN MARSHALL, BBC FOCUS ON AFRICA PRODUCER, 1975-90
I love that his mind is exactly like that of an immature fifth grade boy.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
A favorite is the prosthetic leg.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Please ignore all the silly commentators (and the poster) on Brand New who have no sense of humour and don't understand that this is a joke.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
well for the record i CRIED! CRIED A BUNCH! It is so powerful! Please watch.
"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.
Also my mother recommended the film "Wendy and Lucy" she has not seen it but
apparently a superb film let's see it?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I had not hear about it prior to being send this link.
When i read the headline i was disgusted. than after reading a sentence or two i gained new respect for the woman selling her virginity.
I remember during early high school friend of mine joking about doing a similar thing. One can sell anything, why not their virginity.
We equated it to prostitution though.
I applaud Natalie Dylan, though i fundamentally worry about the commodification of everything. As she explains, virginity as always been a commodity, but historically it was sold by a father to a husband. I hope she writes a paper on her experience.
Hello internet. I am returned.
I've just spent the last couple of weeks in sunny South Africa. I sunned myself under the blazing sun. The sun shone bright, except during the solar eclipse. My parents' son searched for solar panels, and bought himself sunglasses. Sun sun sun.
Sun sun sun.
I apologize for all the sun chat, but I'm just trying to keep the memory alive as I brace myself for the rest of winter in Canada. Canadians, do you remember the sun? He says hey.
Because I am lazy, here are lists:
South Africa Trip '09 - Pros
- Beautiful scenery
- Meeting relatives
- Seeing African animals in non-zoo settings
- Warm ocean
- Cheap booze
- Mountains! Everywhere you look!
- Seeing birthplace, old house, grandparents' house etc.
- Ability to instantly charm strangers when traveling with friendly 16 month old baby girl
- Biltong stores, stalls, and trucks (in style of ice-cream truck) everywhere
- Koeksisters in grocery stores, melktert on dessert menus
- Amusing violations of road rules
- Bizarre accidental bra strap tan
- Terrorized by jellyfish
- Terrorized by fleas
- Terrorized by Appletiser. South Africans, you need to work on your beverage standards. Appletiser is not apple juice, Sprite is not "the same as lemonade."
- Everyone sounding like they are related to me, accent-wise
- Horrifying story of old apartheid injustice coming out at unexpected moment
- Seeing poverty while in process of spending, spending, spending
- Stolen cellphone
- Being told that "Strong women in positions of power aren't women anymore. They are unpleasant men. But even so, I'd still have chosen Hillary over Obama."
- AIDS jokes