liz, the vet, and the flea collar

i whispered quietly as the dog scratched his ear. it looked infected so i said let's go to the doctor; he might have something to say. liz said no, he needs to see a vet silly; she's a dog. so we went to the vet and the vet said I like what you've done with your hair today, liz. then the vet said it's just fleas, here's a flea collar

watching Evita

I'm watching Evita right now on Much More Music. I love that movie, especially Antonio Banderas as Che, the narrator. Modonna doesn't have the greatest voice or acting ability, but she does have stage presence. The first time I saw it in the theatre eight years ago, I cried at the end. I don't usually do that.

Roley poley the hockey goalie

Roley Poley
was a hockey goalie
who stopped so many pucks

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
didn't give a fuck

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
got into a fight

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
knew it wasn't right

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
ate a big tortilla

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
had a great idea

Roley Poley
the hockey goalie
said no more of this

Roley poley
the hockey goalie
gave other players a kiss

the third hump

i've seen this and it's quite preposterous. the camel has grown a third hump and is wondering what you were thinking. you know george won't be happy with your obstinance

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The giraffe(s)

there is a giraffe by the fence eating leaves, stung by a butterfly, watching the people, smoking reefer, they are a curious species. what do they think of us? who are they having over for dinner? are they hungry yet?

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it started as a whisper all out of time and then we went down to the store for coffee and marijuana for the purpose of trafficking while we perused the scene from the table by the window in order to assess the vibe.

social justice mathematics

An interesting thing happened after grabbing something to eat the other night. I wanted something for desert as well, so I decided to walk down to Robson St. and have a three dollar gelatto. On my way there, I passed an old man, homeless, hungry, and begging for change. I was about to cross the street, and paused for a moment. Instead of getting a three dollar gelatto, I could give the homeless man $2, and go to McDonalds for a one dollar cone, and I would come out roughly even. So, of the three dollars I was prepared to part with that evening, I made the decision to neglect spending it all on an overpriced Italian ice cream cone, in favour of giving two thirds of it to help this man.

It also gives me pause to think how ignorant all of use who live in relative comfort are of our good fortune. We go out for our three dollar cones and fifteen dollar dinners while were could purchase a similar meal elsewhere for much less. Conversely, homeless folks nourish themselves, if you could even call it that, by eating from dumpsters.

I know that the two dollars I gave this man wouldn't have gone very far, and that it does nothing to address the systemic problem of extreme poverty in our downtown ghettos. Yet, I am glad I a decided to make an economically and socially just decision on the spur of the moment.

BC election

The Liberals have won re-election in BC, albeit with a significantly reduced majority. There is talk, especially from the NDP, of ending the polarization of politics in our province. This is a positive development. It is also a positive development that there will be a stronger opposition to hold Gordon Campbell to account and stand up for the disenfranchised citizens in our otherwise beautiful province.

posting on my other blog

I have just posted on my political blog. You can check there now and then to see if I've posted anything lately.

"Spare some change?"

You want to know what really bugs me, what really makes me feel like shit.
I live in a big city. Every day when I walk the streets, I get asked numerous times for spare change.

I am a social activist at heart. I detest the fact that a society as prosperous as ours allows some people ot fall through the cracks. It kills me to see people suffering because of the inequalities inherent to our society.

Simultaneously, though, I generally don't give money to them. My reasons for this are not the reasons of many people, such as

"He should just get a job"
"She'll just spend it on drugs"

If I give to one, I'll have to give to all. I don't have that much money. That's why. And even if I did, I wouldn't even begin to address the problem of structural inequality.

Still, I feel like shit when this happens, like I'm not walking the talk or something. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe the more folks who feel this way, even if its on an unconscious level, the closer we will come to the creation of a just society. We shouldn't be comfortable with the fact that we allow folks to exist like this.

The Story of Jack

Jack was playing with a moon and then he said to himself "What is this? Why am I playing with a moon?" The moon then said, "Why are you playing with me." The moon, of course, was made of cheese, and Jack loved playing with dairy products? Then he put the moon down, and he put a bug in his ear. This made his ear itch, and he decided that he had one of two options. He could either remove the bug from his ear, or he could inject soothing moisturizing cream into his ear. Of course, this created two problems. For one thing, the bug would likely die, and for another, it would affect his hearing, and he would have to strain vigorously to hear anything, including the plaintive death cries of the bug. He decided to remove the bug from his ear, so the above is moot. So, the next time someone asks you, what do a moon and a bug have in common, you can tell them the story of Jack.

life story continued

Anywa, I returned from Taaiwan realizing that I'm 37 years old, have no career and no relationship. I very much want both of those things. My life so far has just been a series of failures and disappointments.

I stayed with my folks in Penticton for a few months upon returning home, and too the opportunity to have some career counselling. I did that, and after examining my interest, aptitudes, values, and attitudes. In the end, I realized that I wanted to be a library technician. I love books, and I adore working with information. I have applied to Langara College in Vancouver. I hope to take their Library Technician program.

I am now looking at find out why I have had so much difficulty. I strongly suspect that its ADD. I have moved to Vancouver and have a doctor now who I am seeing. I hope to get a referring to a doctor.

I haven't heard back from Langara yet, but I have landed a full time job as a courier for a graphic design company. We deliver to architects and engineers. The job could become permanent. I've already been on the jjob for a week, and wouldn't mind that. It is a low stress job.

White Flag

I went to see a slide presentation by a man with Christian Peacemakers who was in Iraq. During the presentation, the man showed slides from Fallujah, post-US assault. The destruction was dramatic. He said that Fallujah had 400,000 citizens, and 10,000 remained for the US assault, because they were advised to leave. They were told that if they carried white flags with them while outside, they would not be shot. Several bodies were found in Fallujah by the man and his team. Some of them, he reported, were found holding white flags.

Anyone still think Fallujah is not a war crime?

Well, I think it's about time I tell my life story, in random installments, or at least what's going on for me lately.

I am 37 years old, and strongly suspect I have attention-deficit disorder.

I was hyperactive as a young child, and put on Ritalin. i remember sometimes not taking the pill, and bouncing off the walls and not being able to do anything about it. I had no self-control. As I grew, I became less hyperactive, but developed difficulties with concentration and focus. I would often "space out" in class. In elementary school, this was fine. However, once I entered grade 8, a had huge academic difficulties. I didn't do my homework. I failed my tests. I ended up repeating grade.

I ended up graduating hight school, but I had taken mostly business/office courses, a product of my very low level oof self-confidence at the time. That problem had been fed by my poor performance in school and my social isolation.

I struggled and persevered through several years of community college and eventually transfered to the University of Victoria, where I completed a BA in psychology.

Unfortunately, a Bachelor's in psych will, as they say, get you a cup of coffe and not much more. Since then, my life has entailed a series of failures, career pursuits that didn't work out. Social Work and Community Support Work pursuits both resulted in failure. I chose social work because of my idealism, and wanting to make a difference. Same with CSW.

After my most recent disappointment, I decided to take a radical turn and go overseas to teach English. I went to Tawain and generally had the time of my life. Made numberous friends, had times I will never forget, saw some beautiful places.

I'm tired. More later.