Sunday, October 29, 2006

Retrospective

I have learned so much in the last 4 terms (half-way through the 4th), and the best thing education has given me is it has stimulated my curiousity and my passion for the world again. Although at times I find "it" (the world!) scary, or daunting, or caught up in and endless cycle of abuse and exploitation (blame the media--blame politics!) I at least feel like I can add my (2? 3?) cents to contribute something positive.

Learning about the way things work makes looking at the world less daunting and overwhelming. I'm understanding the mechanics behind things, which helps immensely. Whereas before I was afraid and felt powerless (no to mention the fact that I was sick for a long while, which did not help my sense of self-efficacy...), I now hold a different perspective and that is one of advocacy, knowledge, intent and positivity. Learning has renewed my sense of power and efficacy. I can make educated (to the best of my present abilities, anyway) decisions, I can use my conscience, I can support things I believe in and who knows, hopefully when the journey of education comes to a "respite" (because it never really "ends"), I may even be of some tangible value to aid in healing the world around us. That is my hope.

I am humbled, and I am grateful. I feel thankful that I have been guided to this fore at this time in my life. I am ready.

"The teacher appears when the student is ready".

Monday, July 10, 2006

Well, I slept.

The state of Today is that: there is nothing to report. I have been so busy reporting in my school life, almost daily, thus I am "reported-out".

I will however, "report" this: sun was peeking out, then suddenly darkness,rainstorm and thunder(yippee!). The thunder has now become the most exciting pt. of wkdn! So, today: test studying yet to do, book yet to review; tomorrow: essay left to finish (I'm trying to decide if I should make it brilliant or not...)

This has been my weekend: very little. Little boxes, taking little breaks, back into little boxes.

See? nothing (much) to report.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Grrreat Comedies (wk. in progress...)

The Big Lebowski (Farrelly Bros. of Fargo fame among others..)Loser guy loses rug (floor, not head), goes looking for rug, drinks few White Russians along the way, gets hooked up with crooked, kinky people, talks to cowboy Sam, learns the value of bowling with yer buddies John Goodman and S. Buscemi.

Rushmore - Typical underdog-is-really-a genius story. Geeky overachieving, but lousy studend Max Fischer befriends other underdog, doggy-faced Bill Murray, doth drool at a pretty British lady. One-upmanship between tycoon and nerd. Rooting for bright-eyed Max. Sweet, romantic, quirkyly funny, great music. Closeted Cult Classic to (B)come...

Bullets Over Broadway- one of my fave. Woody films. Frustrated playwright resorts to $ funding from gangsters, thus has to keep an untalented moll in his show, feels he is selling out, a ganster revamps his script, he falls for the diva leading lady (hilarious Diane Wiest), loses girlfriend, gains notoriety on Broadway. Lesson: you can love the artist, but hate the art, and vice versa.

Some Like It Hot- Marilyn, Jack Lemmon, Tony Curtis, dressed-up as bandgirls, sex innuedoes, steamy glasses, faux millionaires, jazz, Jack doing the cha-cha-cha with rose in his "pretty red" mouth. Precious.

Monday, June 12, 2006

"No Hablo Ingles"

Check out this Spanglish mess from an online language "Translator". I literally translated from Spanish to English. Never a BUENA idea!!

(first, in Spanish [or "Piggish Latin" as indicative of my limited vocab])

"...Perdon. Rod numero 2 (mi pololo) tambien le ha hido bien (pero un poquitito meeeenos bien que yo...ji ji). El es un poquitiiiiito mas flojito que yo. He estado con el por un ano y medio! Lo puedes creer! Como pasa el tiempo! Estamos contentos y igual con hartos carino."

(now in English, the literal translation...eek!! Where it could not find the word in English, it kept the Spanish word - so the result looks like a tossed salad of verbage.)

"...Sorry. Rod I number 2 (my pololo) also has hido to him or (but a poquitito meeeenos or that I... ji ji). It is a light poquitiiiiito but that I. I have been with by an anus and means! You can believe! As it spends the time! We are fed up contentments and equal with carino."

(what drugs were they smokin'??)

"P*SSY POWER!"

A terrified bear gets chased up a tree - by the family cat! "The unwelcome intruder was forced up a tree - twice - by the family pet, a tabby cat called Jack." (click on link)

I love it! That Jack's got some real cat-titude!! (thanks to Darce S. for her "copyrighted" word ;)

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

King Tut's "funny bone" (hee hee- did I say "Bone"?)

"AN ANCIENT riddle about the mummified remains of King Tutankhamun has been solved...

"When a team from Liverpool University X-rayed King Tutankhamun's body in 1968, about 3,300 years after the king’s death, they could find no sign of his penis. There was speculation that it had been stolen and sold to a private collector.(um, the collector who also had Rasputin's thingy in a jar? me wonders)

Actually, the Pharaoh's phallus was in phine phorm (couldn't resist alliteration...) when it was phound in the sand next to the mummified body. “It has always been there,” Professor Hawass told the Australian Broadcasting Corporation this week. “I found it during the scan when the mummy was lifted.”

“The pharaoh’s sex organ is clearly visible in Burton’s pictures; all was normal in King Tut. The penis is a highly vascularised organ and shrinks when it is mummified.”

sure, and George Costanza's wang-dang was shrivelled up just from being in the cold water...sure, sure...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

"An Inconvenient Truth"

The vast majority of scientists agree that global warming is real, it’s already happening and that it is the result of our activities and not a natural occurrence. The evidence is overwhelming and undeniable.

We’re already seeing changes. Glaciers are melting, plants and animals are being forced from their habitat, and the number of severe storms and droughts is increasing.

Just saw the film. I urge everyone to go and check it out if you can. Very well paced, interesting and easy to follow with respect to all the information that it discloses. While it may be disturbing (content-wise), it is also very informative and essential to see it as part of educating ourselves (and our friends and families), so collectively our actions can create real, tangible changes. I urge you to spread the word around about this film. It's a start!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Ok, I AM happy about this!


Taylor Hicks is named ‘American Idol’
The Birmingham, Ala., 29-year-old, who wooed viewers with his raw singing style, wild dance moves and an unlikely mop of gray hair, said he wanted to travel back home to his legions of “Soul Patrol” fans, whom he thanked onstage the moment he won.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

The Kite-flyer Not the Phlegm Collector...

Ponderings from the "Ponderosa"

Went to see a certain movie last night (hint: one of the most anticipated and most controversial so far this year...associated with a certain famous work of art. 'k, nuff said). Sitting there in the throes of the thrilling first moments of previews...my second favourite part of "going to the movies"! Suddenly a young(ish) couple sits behind us. I glance at them quickly in an effort to assess their "loud-talkedness" potential..They had come in talking, "I hope they don't keep yacking during the movie", I think to myself.
(I'll take a dramatic pause here.)

You know how people tell you "don't think about it, it'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy"? Damn them, those f&*^% are right! The couple came in talking loud, they sat behind us talking borderline (but enough for us to understand every word) loud...despite my attempts to thwart their behaviour with a couple of stern "sshh"s during the course of the (long) movie. Nuthin. I was getting irritated, and even more so when halfway through they came back with popcorn and started to munch it loudly and openly for the enjoyment of the patrons around them. "Such assholes". I told myself, "don't give them any attention. That is what they want". It took every fibre of my Will and focus of mindset to repeatedly "ignore" them, until I realized I was working so damned hard to have a good time, enjoy the movie - in spite of some rude, stupid inconsiderate people who were trying to spoil it.

Why is this phenomena so prevalent? It's like they 'spot you', "This one will do". "Betcha we can really inflict damage here!" Sometimes I feel it is so unfair (whine) that since there is a lot of negative energy and antagonism in the world, those of us who ARE sensitive and feel this intent (vicious, sometimes malevolent) have to work overtime to survive and not be so wounded in the process. (I've ALWAYS have a sense of someone who has a bad "vibe", since I was little. Perhaps they too have 'sensed' me.) You don't want to give away your power to them, so you don't overreact...in the meantime the bullies get away with being bullies and continue to exercise the "power-over" dynamic and drain the energy from the nicer people. This is friggin' not right, people!

I know that ultimately it is up to 'you' to change your attitude or mindset, etc. since you're never going to change anyone else, around you. I 'know' that. Yet in my heart, I feel conflicted and wonder when is it correct to yell back, to shove back, to not back down from the fight? I have confronted the "uglies" (bullies, meanspirited people, etc.) before, with "mixed" results. I am usually the kind to reluctantly turn the other cheek (at the expense of getting my cheeks 'tanned' with abuse! in the past), yet there remains a constant state of unrest inside for me from this dilemna. I don't want to become like them and get sucked into the power game, yet I don't want to be easy fodder for pummeling either. I would above all, like to feel "safe".

As soon as I start to feel safe again, there comes another 'test', another healthy shot of antagonism and negativity just to 'keep me on my toes'. Sometimes I just want to hang my head down and cry from a sense of inevitability. It hurts to feel malevolence from others, it feels raw and I labour with converting my anger and frustration into Righteous Rage (the Correct direction of this force/energy). I feel as though there is no letting the guard down, that is when they swoop in and try to rob you, or drain your energies. Sigh. People can be so mean. I will never fully comprehend that...

Next day, the "movie thing" is behind me. I thought about the actual "movie" and the amount of times I am reminded of the mean-spirited couple has shortened, for the most part. I study for 3 hours, then go to the park. It is sunny but not hot yet, it is windy but not too cool. I like this wind. The sensation makes me feel like a little girl again, one who used to glee at the wind messing up the curls around her face! There is a man there with a little kite he is setting up for his young daughter. He shows her how to fly it. He is clearly enjoying himself. Maybe he's a kid too now, one who's forgotten he's supposed to be 'giving lessons' here, not just flying the kite for himself! ha ha. I lose myself for a moment ans pretend I am flying that kite too. I watch it drift and swoop and dance, teasing the winds. Suddenly, it swoops downward. Plop. A full stop. The man and his daughter smile and gather the kite for flying again.

I lay supine on the warm grass. Feel the beat of the warm earth. Ah, yes Mother, I had forgotten how rich your arms were. I had forgotten how I could always come and be embraced by you and the sun. I do need it today. I start to drift now. The warmth and the soft winds are combining in a lullaby for me...I drift, drift...suddenly a pedestrian shuffles along the sidewalk, making a great "harking" noise and a throated sound of collecting phlegm. He spits the great gob. I feel disgust. "Pig!", I think. I imagine: what if every Tom, Dick and Harry Potter were to walk around like that and dump their 'refuse' on every sidewalk. And if no city maintenance came in to do water sweeps to flush it away??" I think I would vomit. Hideous picture.

I quickly decide to shift the focus. "Think of something nice, think of something nice, quickly!" Ah, ok, got it. I picture the kite flyer and his kite again. Yes, that is the vision that I chose to fill my attention. There be too many other distractors and competition for my mind and my senses, too many that could destroy my good spirits and too many that might deflate my belief in things beautiful and the inherent goodness in (most) people. Sometimes it is a real challenge to remember all this - knowing what we know of our volatile, small world...

Determinedly, I have re-set my mindset, and it won't be the last time. I think "I would rather witness the kite, and the kite-flyer and his daughter, share in their reverie, wonder and celebration doing this simple, sweet ritual. I would rather let some bitter little disgust and mean "ugly" pass right by me, and freely move away and outward. This "ugly" never belonged to me and I therefore do not want this negativity to hurt me. I will always see it, and I will always have to acknowledge that it exists. But for today (and the next), I must employ steely persistence to see/hear/feel the "kite-flyers" and not the "phlegm collectors".

That is the gentle reminder I received today. For this I am thankful.

Friday, May 12, 2006

from the Dept. of "Think-Before-You-Speak"

You think YOU'VE tripped over your words?!
This ought to make you feel, oh, so much better. (*good for chuckle*)


"[I want to] make sure everybody who has a job wants a job." -- George Bush, during his first campaign for the presidency.

"Rarely is the question asked: is our children learning?" -- George W. Bush

"I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family." -- George W. Bush

"The most important job is not to be governor, or first lady in my case." -- George W. Bush

"We must all hear the universal call to like your neighbor as you like to be liked yourself." -- George W. Bush

"Well, I think if you say you're going to do something and don't do it, that's trustworthiness." -- George W. Bush

"I think if you know what you believe, it makes it a lot easier to answer questions. I can't answer your question." -- George W. Bush

"This campaign not only hears the voices of the entrepreneurs and the farmers and the entrepreneurs, we hear the voices of those struggling to get ahead." -- George W. Bush

"We cannot let terrorists and rogue nations hold this nation hostile or hold our allies hostile." -- George W. Bush

"Actually, I -- this may sound a little West Texan to you, but I like it. When I'm talking about--when I'm talking about myself, and when he's talking about myself, all of us are talking about me." -- George W. Bush

(After shaking m'head so much, I feel like I should go brush it now!!)

Friday, May 05, 2006

OWW-EE!! my ears IZ burnin'..!

"Dear Music God:
I'm twelve years old and I like music, especially hip-hop and pop. I look up to musicians coz they look good and the music makes me wanna dance...but you know what, I don't git it?? Lately I've been hearing really, really stoopid stuff that get really, really popular and goes to the top of the illegal downloading lists and stuff, but the lyrics to these songs...um, they, they make my ears like bleed a little?

Um, like that "Beep" song from the Pussycat Dolls (these chicks who used to gyrate their bootieses at burlesque girlie music shows and now are like, doing videos. The thing that is WACK is the words to the songs are, like, purdy stoopid,! Dude, check this: "you got nice brains but I'm lookin' at yo "beep*, No, I don't mind that you lookin' at my *beep*, I know you're looking at my *beep*. I don't mind that you're looking at my *beep*"...and so on. Like, I GET it, *beep* is a swear word or it's sex. Ok!! It was cute the first twenty times they said it...

Another one, wuz that SUUUPPER popular "My Humps" song by The Black Eyes Peas. I mostly like their stuff, even tho they rip off other old fogie artists' riffs to make their song sound way cooler, but whatev! Anyway, that song about ladies' "bumps" was pro'bly reeeal easy to write. Like I could have written better...WHILE TAKING A MATH TEST..CHEWING GUM, AND WITH MY HANDS TIED BEHIND MY BACK, I bet. It's really nuthin' to get super hot over or even..to really listen to, you know?? I think I know all the lyrics already. Ok, um: "My humps, my humps, my lovely lady humps."
and then "my lumps, my lumps, my lovely lady lumps".
..ya get the picture, right. This dirty lady named Peaches did her own funny take on this called "My Dumps" (but my mom won't let me cruise her website. Whatev!)

Anyway, I may not know much stuff being twelve and all, but I know music is suppposed to like, HAVE MUSIC IN IT and the words are suppposed to be compliminting..or complatementing...cumplement--well, GO TOGETHER with the music in a musical way ! Thing is: lyrics and stuff I hear is CR-AY_ZZ-EE!!

Anyway Music God, if you have TIME make it stop, ok?? Or maybe make people that are out there rakin in the 'greens' and flashing their "grills" and their *bling* and twenty badd cars, with their group of "hoes", in their pimped-out wheels , whatever--make 'em wake up, get away from the weed and try to like, grow some real lyrics, so people like me don't grow up and wonder why we got so screwed up with no sense of direction without our IPod's or diamond-studded cellphones, or just wind up caring about where the mall is so we can get our lady lumps tanned, yo.

I know it's a BIG job, but Music God, I have to have faith and I think we really, really could use your help here too!! I'm still young so I don't wanna get brain rot like, before I can drive?? I know there's a lot of dumb peeps out there who just don't care, coz well, they don't have to now that they're rich...

'K. I got homework to do now. Later!
Aurora"

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Online LABYRINTH

"(we) sometimes have difficulty quieting the chatter in our minds long enough to hear what our soul is trying to tell us. Meditation is the art of listening to your heart and learning to be present... Sometimes unconsciously, we withdraw from the present and live in the past or the future."

click on link to follow the labyrinth

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

a "sensible" work week?

These days it's hard to get together with friends. During the week it's pretty much out of the question, no matter how well-intentioned the plans may have been. Usually they call back, feeling guilty because they are just plain too tired. Ah, yes. I've been there.

Some days I wonder if it is not totally implausible to alter the way we "productive", time-oriented westerners approach the work week. Some South American countries have a siesta mid-afternoon, sensible, since our bodies are naturally attuned to rest at this physical low-point of the day. Europeans in some lucky countries take as long as SIX WEEK holidays (nice!) or employ shorter work weeks(they also watch less tv, eat less crap, but that's another rant!).

Zooming back to N.A...in most cases, people that I know (and know of) go through the rut, er...routine of the 40 hr. week and at the end if it, are absolutely spent, physically, emotionally and mentally with very little feeling of personal "satisfaction". Why have we all been set up this way? Obviously the underlying reasons are more related to profitability and lessening of calculation and organizational effort (read: time).

The roots probably stem earlier than last century's "Taylorism", which put the grand idea that it might be a nifty time-saver to actually calculate and time the mechanics and precise movements of the (factory) labor worker while doing a task. Obviously, today there are too many human rights implications that this exact measuring, timing and thus, dehumanization of human beings gets into, yet some socioeconomically poorer countries are still employing these methods in an effort to "copy" the supposed economically "matured" capitalist systems. These nations are unfortunately still largely the pawns that were used in early colonialism and the victims of a power-over dynamic residue. Surely our "poverty" is still relative to their REAL life-and-death type poverty and the ever-increasing exploitation of their human and natural resources. Yes, poverty and exploitation does also exist in our backyard, I certainly won't negate that.

That is where my beef is at: the rest of us working Joes and Josephines who are employed by "North America Inc.", a rich and "privileged" continent by the world's standards, are still subject to being caught in the petty web of exploitation.
Somebody else made the rules and we (seemingly) have no choice but to play along and make our way, sure. But what disturbs me is "Why is our (collective) mentality still so tunnel-visioned and driven by our economic and capitalist systems that we cannot yet mature enough to see the err and shortcomings of not valuing the HUMAN worker (along with, of course the environment)?" (don't we gain any insight from past follies leading to wars, strife and revolution?) It almost feels like there is too much at stake for the powers-that-be to grant true value to the worker. Perhaps "Give 'em an inch, and they'll take a ruler" might be a silent fear? We get so caught up in fear we will lose our job, our standing, our favour with the boss, etc. that we start to believe the "screen". We act like they are doing us a favour by granting us a heavily loaded, fully stocked-up 40+ hour work week with no benefits (benefits, if we're *real lucky*). We thank our lucky stars that they are employing our sorry arses, but really, we've got it all wrong: we are doing THEM the favour!

Pushing people to the hilt to save a nickel is pathetic. In North America (esp. "Dubya's" US of A) we have the resources to obliterate exploitation altogether! Corporations would NOT be left crying. The politicians wouldn't have to scrimp on groceries either. (Capital could very diverted toward the social wage and away for the military efforts, for example). We could be, and should be setting an example of higher way to structure things, of a better, healthier life sustenance. This could be the real moment to shine and prove ourselves worthy of 'praise' as a great powerful nation, live up to the rep, beyond just buying our way in.

It's frustrating to see very little "advancement" (ie. change) beyond the ever-present dog-eat-dog system, and as part of this, the incredible demands placed upon the average person.

We have to become a two-income household to provide for our children, or to manage to scrape by off a teeny pension as a senior or a disabled person, or to survive hand to mouth, deeming ourselves "middle class", when we are really the "well-dressed poor" an ever-expanding large underclass. We are faced with so many OTHER responsibilities and a constant stream of stimulus at once attacking and demanding of our senses, on a moment by moment basis (ie. think of crossing the lights at a crowded intersection, with cars honking while confirming an appointment by cell phone). In this millenia, we, on average deal with three-fold more stimuli, distractions and demands on our energies than our grand-parents' generation.

We have to work to survive, granted, but not only that, we HAVE to work our asses off to survive. We have to work hard enough so that our bodies and minds are so spent, that we can barely remember why we were putting in these hours and energy in the FIRST PLACE! Does this seem logical?? Is this really just "human nature"?? Not to me, I'm not yet "sold" on that one (figuratively nor literally).

From the "elite" owners' perspective (for you Sociologist-minded) getting the most juice out of your people equals gain, but for the rest of us "worker bees", more often than not, there is little to be gained personally and much to be lost in terms of physical ailments, stress-related illness, and loss of quality of life.

When I myself was working steadily at a "low on the totem pole", yet centralized admin-graphics-do-it-all-and-smile-too job, all I started to want was that I would find a way to balance my life out and come out with strength and mental energy at the end of the day to delve more into the things I really cared about (volunteering, connecting with friends, reclaiming my social life, learning to date, working out, etc). I was lucky if I managed to muster enough snuff to go work out twice a week and make a few strategically-timed calls (between dinner and burn-out) out to the world.

I finally manifested my wish. One day, my boss (very nice man, all in all) talked to me about the struggling finances of the company. He asked me if I would mind that he had to shorten my hours per day. I bettered that one and offered to CUT OUT one full work day instead. He (gratefully) accepted. I had a bigger plan.

I found immeasurable quality earned by this one 'extra' day. In fact, I had time to think rather than 'react' into my automatic routines, to rest mentally, to read more, to go for walks, to assist my family. I even had the "luxury" of time, to really reflect on my life. I reflected so well in fact, that I decided to go back to school. I wanted to figure out how this wheel turned and where I was placed among the "cogs".

The next job I take, I will put my foot down on the issue of time and energy extracted at my expense. Let it be a slight "loss" monetarily to me and let others slightly smirk, and let it be a gain to my new (open-minded) boss who will save a nickel, but I will want to discuss the implementation of a 4 day work week or a job-sharing program. I intend to gain as much balance and peace out of my life. It starts with the decision to claim it back for my self, on my terms. Somebody out there, is gonna want to hire me. And betcha they'll be "my kind of peeps" too.

Here's to a 4 Day Work Week and "taking in" your space!

"POP! Goes the Bone-mass"

"Cola is fun, cola is fizzy. Stop drinking the pop til it makes you dizzy!..." This may be "old news" to us, but still bears repeating. (See full article at link.)

"Animal studies...phosphorus, a common ingredient in soda...deplete bones of calcium."

"Diabetes...devastating and debilitating disease...eliminating soda from your diet is one of the easiest preventative measures you could take..."

"Soda...zero nutritional value...loaded with addictive sugars.
A study...those who drink soda...have a higher risk of developing esophageal (throat) cancer (ACE). The study showed a strong link between the accelerated rate of people drinking...soft drinks and the growing number of cases of esophageal cancer."

Don't get seduced by the company's "sexy" ad campaigns. quote: “In the search of wealth, we destroy our health”.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

"The Da Vinci Code" - online fun

(click "Uncover the Code" link)

excerpt from interview with author Dan Brown:
"WHERE DID YOU GET THE IDEA FOR THE DA VINCI CODE?"
This particular story kept knocking on my door until I answered. I first learned of the mysteries hidden in Da Vinci's paintings while I was studying art history at the University of Seville in Spain. Years later, while researching Angels & Demons and the Vatican Secret Archives, I encountered the Da Vinci enigma yet again. I arranged a trip to the Louvre Museum where I was fortunate enough to view the originals of some of Da Vinci's most famous works as well as discuss them with an art historian who helped me better understand the mystery behind their surprising anomalies. From then on, I was captivated. I spent a year doing research before writing The Da Vinci Code.

"SOME OF THE HISTORY IN THIS NOVEL CONTRADICTS WHAT I LEARNED IN SCHOOL. WHAT SHOULD I BELIEVE?"Since the beginning of recorded time, history has been written by the "winners" (those societies and belief systems that conquered and survived). Despite an obvious bias in this accounting method, we still measure the "historical accuracy" of a given concept by examining how well it concurs with our existing historical record. Many historians now believe (as do I) that in gauging the historical accuracy of a given concept, we should first ask ourselves a far deeper question: How historically accurate is history itself?

I look forward to the discussion (and ensuing controversy, I assume) this might generate in the populace...it'll be interesting!- sylphiend

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Brace yourself....(this is DANGEROUSLY cute!)


"Before" and "After" the Pantene Pet Beauty Treatment

"you look like a good hugger"

"is it...safe yet?"

"hey, this party is really 'the cat's pyjamas'!

"I wuuuf you." "No, I wuf YOU."

it's a hard knock life...

"You are SO the smallest!"
"please don't hate me because I am bee-yoo-tee-ful"...

(okay, this one makes me actually melt in front of the computer..........)

Feeling powerless in the face of global events?

Consider this statement by Dr. F. William Sunderman, active to age 104:

"How infinitesimal is the importance of anything I do, but how infinitely important it is that I should do it."

Why I like the Irish

"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity."
---The Irish Times, Washington, DC

Joseph Rotblat, Nobel Peace Prize Winner - Remember Your Humanity

an excerpt: "I saw science as being in harmony with humanity. I did not imagine that the second half of my life would be spent on efforts to avert a mortal danger to humanity created by science. The practical release of nuclear energy was the outcome of many years of experimental and theoretical research. It had great potential for the common good. But the first the general public learned about the discovery was the news of the destruction of Hiroshima by the atom bomb. A splendid achievement of science and technology had turned malign ... Let me remind you that nuclear disarmament is not just an ardent desire of the people, as expressed in many resolutions of the United Nations. It is a legal commitment ... for the sake of humanity - we must get rid of all nuclear weapons." ---

What's amazing about this speech, as urgent and timely as it reads...is that it was written in 1955.

and now a bit of sillyness "Painful Childhood Picture"


I was never a pretty child...
born hairy, was playful and sweet (I'm told). Although painfully shy, I was invincible on the monkeybars at recess!

This is my First Grade photo. I was quite camera-shy at first and trying to make my nose disappear in this shot.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

(click here) from the "Dept. of the MISGUIDED"- Baby Chicks in the Mail

Does (the above link) make you sick enough about how people can be so dazed?? The only one that thinks this barbaric act is a "good idea" is the idiot money-grubber who stands to gain a nickel off the naivete of some well-intentioned but NAIVE people.

**ugh**

Please, if you know someone who thinks baby ducks and baby bunnies are cute for Easter, send them this this link (or something gentler). Don't buy animals like they are seasonal accessories. Living species should all be cared-for and the buyer should be prepared to stay with them and nurture them for a while LONG AFTER Easter Holiday and the chocolate egg easter hunt has come and gone...

Instead, why not take the kids to the SPCA and pet some needy doggies and kitties, even the odd rodent. Love the pets that are out there and are already so in need of attention.

Thanks, friends.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Sunday, April 23, 2006

"Animal Sightings"

aint he pretty though?

Simon



My favourite wabbit (keeping granny company)

Poll

If a bunch of existentialists meet at a convention...are they really there?


A) No
0 / 0.00 %

B) Yes
0/ 0.00 %

C) F*** off and die, idle pigs
0 / 0.00 %

D) owww..my brain hurts now!!!
1 / 16.67 %

E) Yes and No
3 / 50.00 %

F) I don't answer existentialist-minded polls.
0 / 0.00 %

G) ...(no answer)
2 / 33.33 %

H) Other?
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uh, a "Memorable" last day of work...

I had written this in an email to my brother. He found it so ludicrous that I thought I would 'share' the shame.

How was my last day at the job, you ask?? heh. Well, this is a typical example of the *fine* treatment I received there. (ahem) On my last day the boss, very nicely took me out for lunch. Two other people from the orifice came too. All was going very nicely and was pleasant enough. WELL.

After lunch and hearing one office person in particular drone on and on about mushrooms and plants (OY!!) and me basically sitting there listening to this rather masturbatory solliloquy (sp?) for and hour and a half (you know the type: cant' get a friggin' word in edgewise..they hog the mike, etc.), my eyes were starting to roll back into my head.

Well, I thought things were suddenly picking up when a small package was then presented to me. I was happy and genuinely said "Thanks" to all. Inside it: (here is gets good!) inside that pretty package (gift bag recycled, but who cares)...are two "(co. name)" mugs. These mugs are free every time a (co. name)convention happens and the sales guys attend. I already have a "(co. name)" cloth bag and another "(co. name)" plastic letter opener (haha). The beauty part is that these babies were from a shelf IN THE OFFICE where I WORK and OFTENTIME actually DUST !!! In fact, when presented to me, there is still DUST IN THEM! lol!

How the F(lock of seagulls) do ya like that?! How f*%@ cheap and cheesy! The boss says "So, you'll never forget us". uh, don't worry I shant. (shudder~~ if I ever have to stare down into the face of that filthy mug for a morning coffee and have thoughts relating to (co. name) shoot me!! )"Go 'way!"

(Author's note: hours later before I was to leave, I discreetly replaced one mug back on the shelf. On that blessed shelf there was...(*deep breath here*) an actual DUST RING from it beign missing FROM THERE. How did they figure I would not notice that these "gifts" are free giveaways from the shelf in front of my glorious desk?? I, lady-like still kept one filthy mug for politeness. Don't let it be said I am not gracious. Gracious, yes. Stupid, nay.

Of course, when they had been presented to me I smiled and said thanks and had a nice time at lunch anyway. But, really after hearing the spouting off (er, 'talking') about gays being a 'nuisance to society', and how canadians are weak for not supporting Bush in the "war on terrorism" and assorted other bullshit...my eyes had glazed over enough that I happily felt that vacating that position is SO the right thing to do. Thank you Universe, for pointing me towards my stuff and my people again! **YAY***

Take care bro. Call me when you can. Love to the kitties and Steph (not nec. in THAT order). Kick in the pants to yeh!

"Breakin' a Sweat"

wearing a thirty-something suit
she seeks the Warrior athlete within
stepping up, pulses pounding
movement, expanse, breath anew
a task again! a new bright task...
to breathe, to work hard
the warrior's body,
rusty
with neglect, passivity of years
remembering still
she remembers the old work...
how the machine was oiled
the warrior walks faster,
arms lunging forward--back straighter, solid trodding
systems flood with light and energy,
redness coloring the skin, nerves tensing alive!
alive again...what a rush, what a power, what a grand pain to be...
now the task, more painful still,
the reluctant warrior lays on the back, hands clasped behind
she tilts a might forward...
repeatedly so....repeatedly so, repeatedly so...she does not know her limits this time...only stopping shy...of
smelling burnt toast

meeting "The Waltons"

Tonight I met "The Waltons". I don't mean the stars of the old show from the 70's- I mean the real-life thing. I was invited to this picnic out in a place in the forest, a long drive away. When I finally got there, I was greeted by "Joe". He was an old timer who wore his working overalls, had a white beard and tight, taut muscles belonging to an old navy guy (which he had been).

He came down the front porch steps and greeted me with a firm hug rather than a handshake. Behind him a tableful of people sat under a large veranda. They scavanged on turkey, gravy, beans, red and white wines. They had never met me and asked not one question, except to say:"Do you want some turkey?" and " What kind of wine would you like?" All these generous offers. Some reached out across my plate to grab a bowl of some kind, with an "''scuse me". No pretense about my presence. I think I was kind of in heaven. After bloating up on the food, yes- everyone complained about their bellies...

Then I was given a tour of the house "ornaments". The rustic little house was chock full of Dalmatians trinkets-in every room, and hundreds of them! (crazily cute!)

My favourite part was when I went for a ride on this great tire swing that was braced by this big old tree next to the house. I was 'pushed' so high that I flew over a garage roof! Marshmallows, wet dogs, outdoor fire...the whole thing seemed right out of a movie. I burned a marshmallow, sat by the brook, talked with Joe, petted wet dogs, smelled fresh cedar leaves, swung on a star.

Man, did I feel lucky.

Braided Trunk



this little beauty lay coyly in some beautiful forest in Vancouver Island. I thought she needed some attention, so I took her picture.
This is me "Tempting the Fates" in Osoyoos...well, not really. It wasn't scary at all being lifted up there. It was exhilirating but more than that, it turned out to be kind of embarrassing....

The first time around, I couldn't LAND! The guy had told me 'tug' on the ropes (attached to the balloon) with one hand in order to steer and ultimately land. WELL.

First time around I 'tugged' like he had instructed, but it a useless attempt as I couldn't tug down hard enough to bring the balloon lower. Ha ha! The boat had to go around again and give me another attempt to land (this time I would tug on the rope with both arms!)

Cool thing is, I got a second go around for free and an extra ten minutes thanks to my feeble spaghetti arms. *Yay* (I strongly recommend using this tactic.


(the *red* at the bottom of pic is from Rod's embarrasment while waiting for me to land.)

Friday, April 21, 2006

The Wrong Lineup (old blog 06-28-04)

Elevator musak, bustling shopping carts set the scene at the large grocery chain.
With basket in hand, I look quickly and scout what looks to be the lineup with the "Most Potential for Moving the Fastest" since there are less people in line and a savvier-looking cashier. I gleefully step up. Then I realize: up before me is a little old man who has about 5 items: boxy things, like cookies, canned things and some tea. I smile inwardly for a mo. As his turn comes I use the time productively by preparing myself mentally: tallying up how much my small list of stuff with come to, how to pay, from what account etc. Well.

The old man cannnot hear very well when the total is called to him. He has blue very watery eyes. His hands tremble as he pulls out his old wallet, he coughs a little as he struggles to open it. His eyes are pale blue, they squint a little in the light as he hands a bill to the cashier. She says something to him. He says, "Oh, sorry...I can't see if I have that. Can you please look for me." He slowly passes the cashier his wallet. Some folks in the lineup behind me are doing the three step shuffle at this point. I sigh a little then resign myself to remain here. "I've got time", I figure. I have a fleeting impulse to help him, but the cashier has already pulled out some change for him.

It is apparently not quite enough. He has to draw an item back. He sighs a bit. He dabs at his watery eyes with a small kerchief from his pocket. He assesses his groceries for a moment before pulling out the boxed thing (he does not part with the tea, I note). His hands tremble again as he receives the change back from the cashier. He coughs a little again. I try not to stare. My eyes drift to the happily-bustling customers at the other registers. In other lineups, people who were later than me are already paying and passing through. I am still standing there. I tell myself: I have a propensity for picking the 'wrong lineup'- having the George Costanza (from "Seinfeld") sense the of picking the 'opposite' of the right thing. It is like a "Gift" (and no, I haven't the receipt to exchange it...).

The old man gathers his bag. He is still somewhat tall and looks like he might have been a looker in his day. Now he is meek, he moves so slowly. As he leaves he takes from his jacket pocket a small kerchief and wipes his watery eyes a little before moving forth.

In a moment, in his presence, I see my impatient, go-go-go life, the fast-moving mentality of my generation, my punch-card timing sense of the moving world around me. It's all jack-rabbit paces and aggressive inner-races.

Maybe this man had showed me something more. He reminded me of how to be patient and how to tolerate and how to pull out of the race...and how to love another. Even a perfect stranger.

I decided I had picked the right lineup after all. As he left I watched him and secretly sent a small wish that he might find some company for drinking his cup of tea.

from Kahlil Gibran (author of "The Prophet") [old blog 05-23-04]


"Earth"- an excerpt

We blaspheme and you consecrate.
We defile and you sanctify.
We sleep without dreams:
but you dream in your eternal wakefulness.
We pierce your bosom with swords and spears,
And you dress our wounds with oil and balsam.
We plant your fields with skulls and bones,
and from them you rear cypress and willow trees.
We empty our waste in your bosom,
and you fill our threshing-floors with wheat sheaves,
and our winepresses with grapes.
We extract your elements to make cannons and bombs,
but out of your elements you create lilies and roses.
How patient you are, Earth, and how merciful!
...You are "I" Earth,
had it not been for my being,
you would not have been.

(I thought these were beautiful words to share- sylphiend)

"The Moderns" (old blog 05-15-04)

I suddenly thought of this great line from a movie (poss. my favourite line?). In "The Moderns" based in the 1930's, this weary, older party girl with flaming red hair gets up at the crack of noon and opens the drapes and sees a gorgeous sunny day outside. She puffs on her extra long ciggie, and disgustedly announces (to no one in particular),

"Oh Christ, another f-f-fucking beauu-ti-ful day..."

The irony of that line made me laugh then, and that line still stands out for me.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

inspired by song "Be Clever, Not Beautiful" (old blog 05-15-04)

What is it about being clever or having to 'prove' that you are clever indeed? Why are we so hungry to relay this to others again and again (author included)? I look at so many of these comments and rather than ponder or contemplate a new thought from a post..sip on it for a while, swish it around in the 'glass' if you will...people feel the need to attest their intelligence with a certain indignance and be heard. Be clever right away. See me? Read my notes! quick, quick I know more...

I'm not dissassociating myself from this behaviour. Nay, far from it. Every so often I catch myself quickly running to note something and be a smarty-pants to prove my cleverness. It comes down to ego. How bruised is yours that you would rather be right all the time, than be open and humbled and thank someone for showing something new? How right do we have to be..?

hmm.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

first day bloggie blues...

I can exhale now. I am a student of life, a student of college and a student of many untold other things. Sometimes I feel like it's hard to completely detach from all things at once, in order to not be taking notes somehow. (Funny, how I find *recreation* in um, POSTING a blog!!...= still noting things!) Anyway, my term has come to an end, I have two more exams...then for a little while I will have my small glories. I have two weeks unfettered freedom in which to laze around in...go for walks in...make much-delayed social visits in...read more of the books that I have eyeing all year long...and other stuff. Can't wait. Almost there, almost there. Must. Stay. Focussed. Two more days. To go. Must stay. On. Tr. Tr. Tra..ack.

k, that's it for now. I have declared tonight a rest day and this evening's past agenda of homework and study has been postponed to tomorrow.

Today has been cancelled, you can all go home. No classes.

Cheers