03/28/2004 - 04/04/2004
So the holiday season is coming up and I'm a little bit grouchy about that. It's not that I object to people having fun, per se, but it's all the gift giving. There's nothing really that I want presentwise but people will give me presents and so I'll have to give some back. That's not to say I don't appreciate it when I get gifts, but it comes out to a net loss because of all the presents I'll have to buy. Thankfully my family has switched to a system where one person will get one other person a gift so intra-family I only need to buy one present.
That said I got a funny gift from one of my housemates it's a "Pen Up"
I'm running out of pens so maybe I'll bring it to an exam. Hopefully I won't be banned for objectifing women.
I finished film editin'! Yae YAE! I was verking until 1:30 a.m. I was the last one to leave. Everyone gets so much more social when they're going nuts in the editing rooms. It's like being drunk in a sense because everyone's inhibitions go down. I got to sleep in til noon today. My remaining workload is totally manageable and then once that's done I have two parties and a Nas concert lined up and then Mexico. I've been having a rough time this year scholastically and disappointment with screen-writing, but things are gonna look up for me over X-Mas break and then a new start in (sic) janruary.
Also, here's a news story.
I know I am about a week behind but I only heard recently. The votes are in and Canada think Tommy C. Douglas is the greatest Canadian. He led the Cooperative Commonwealth Federation (the forerunner to the NDP) and was the premier of Saskatchewan from 1944-61. Douglas is best known as the 'father of Medicare'.
The top ten looks like this
1. Tommy Douglas
2. Terry Fox
3. Pierre Elliott Trudeau
4. Sir Frederick Banting
5. David Suzuki
6. Lester B. Pearson
7. Don Cherry (WTF?! grrrr)
8. Sir John A. Macdonald
9. Alexander Graham Bell
10. Wayne Gretzky
Here's the rest of the top 100
the one I have the biggest problem with is #40 Avril Lavigne, ahead of #43 Wilfrid Laurier. Also can anyone tell me if they've over heard of #34 Hal Anderson, the description basically makes him out as a DJ for Power 97 fm in Winnipeg who is "a regular host of amateur talent searches and Budweiser Messy Wrestling Nights at the Henderson Draft House."
There are only 7 non-white people on this list which is pretty pathetic considering we claim mulitculturalism as one of our greatest national attributes.
This list was intended to spark discussion and renewed interest in Canadian history, it certainly has done that.
I know it's exams, but this is pretty miserable.
So for those of you who aren't me, Sam, or Leo, we went drink'n Donnerstag nacht and murdered several pitchers afore the barkeep cut us off (BOO HISS). Our waitress was hot, but cold. Leo knew her or something. Jenna was four-on-the-floor wasted, which really surprised me, cause though I know she had consumed quite a bit of beer, she didn't SEEM that drunk. Not to me, anyway. But I was probably the next most drunked, if not Sam.
I was definitely the most krunked.
Thursday also I picked up Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I did this for mein broder, the chubby one, you know him. He was pretty ecstatic, and told me all about how awesome it was, so I tried it out, and then all of a sudden it's 5.30 am and my arms hurt and I have to take a piss so bad.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that at the protest on Tuesday I aslo saw Noah Stuart Ornstein. I didn't talk to him because we didn't exactly get along at UFA.
While Bush was over here he took the opportunity to twist the words of Mackenzie King to his own whims.
”Bush quoted King's words directly: "We cannot defend our country and save our homes and families by waiting for our enemies to attack us. To remain on the defensive is the surest way to bring the war to Canada." The president added: "Mackenzie King was correct then and we must always remember his words today... There is only one way to deal with enemies who plot in secret and set out to murder the innocent and the unsuspecting. We must take the fight to them." -CBC
What's ammusing about this is that while Canada was shipping a significant portion of its population over to die fighting the Nazi regime in Europe and Africa, Bush's grandfather was wheeling and dealing with the Third Reich.
” PRESCOTT BUSH, Bush Juniors grandfather, sold $50 million in bonds for German steel magnate Fritz Thyssen, the top financer of the Nazi party. In 1942 the Union Bank, in which Prescott Bush was a director, was closed by the US government under the "Trading with the Enemies Act". $30 million in Nazi bank accounts were confiscated. J.D. ROCKEFELLER II and his sons controlled the following corporations known to have served and supplied the Nazi war effort: STANDARD OIL (today’s EXXON), which supplied much of the Nazi's gasoline from South American refineries, and was in a tight business partnership with the German company IG FARBEN. FARBEN built Auschwitz concentration camp as a slave labor camp, where 4 million Jews were killed. Rockefellers' lawyer John McCloy, who was deputy-secretary of Defense, twice blocked a plan to bomb the railroad bridges and gas chambers of Auschwitz.” - IndyMedia
Both of these article fragments are from matthewgood.org. You should check it out. He posts a lot of interesting stuff.
I'm writing children's stories now. One is about microscopic fluff balls, the other is about a Canadian Lumberjack with big ambitions. Magic honey is involved. Good times.
Today Devon and I woke up at 6am to get on a charter bus bound for Ottawa to protest GWB's visit to Canada trip was organized by the Peterborough chapter of the Ontario Public Interest Research Group (OPIRG). We loaded onto 2 school busses. The demonstrators on our busses were the typical Ptbo-ians, the nearly deads and the newly weds. Most were students with a dozen seniors mixed in. As soon as we got into the Ottawa city centre we immediately noticed the heightened police presence, but we soon realized that they were just there to keep everyone safe.
On Monday night we created a 18" pretzel using cardboard and crumpled news paper, attached to the top wrote on a piece of cardboard "BITE ME". We duct taped the pretzel to my hockey stick. All day long we had people approaching us to say that ours was the most creative and clever sign they had seen. We had lots of people take pictures of us and our pretzel.
The crowds congregated at Confederation Park and snaked through the city core, along the way we waved to office construction workers. It was a terrific cacophony of whistles and chants, backed up by a continuous beat of hip hop coming from one of several accompanying vans. It was a real carnival atmosphere. The march arrived at Parliament Hill where there was a 5 meter tall statue of GWB which was torn down in symbolic fashion. At about 2:30 the demonstration was supposed to move to the convention centre but our way was blocked by barricades and police, this is when thing looked like they could have gotten out of hand. I had already Devon to stay clear of the black-clad thugs who were easily identifiable in the crowd, they now led the crowd towards to barricades. While there may have been some minor scuffles with riot police there was no serious violence. I'm proud of my fellow Canadians for being so well behaved, despite the bloody minded instigators in the crowd.
By this point Devon and I were getting cold and tired so we went into D'Arcy Magee's Irish pub for a couple pints of Kilkenny and 2 lbs of chicken wings. Mmmmm.
At 5pm we went back to The Hill for a candlelight vigil. Carolyn Parrish and Jack Layton both received wild applause when they addressed the crowd. They were followed by Brendan a conscientious objector, who had deserted from the U.S. Army and come to Canada. He wanted to know if Canada would support him and others like him who shared the same ideals for not sending our own soldiers to die in the desert. He got the answer he was looking for when the 20,000 people in the crowd began to chant "WE SUPPORT WAR RESISTERS". The crowd cheered loudest when it was announced that the group Lawyers Against the War had filed charges against GWB on counts of torture. The idea that he, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice or Powell could be indicted as war criminals is outstanding. It is for that reason that very few of the living ex-presidents ever leave America, because if they did they would all receive the same sentence as Himmler, Goerring and the rest. Actually every president going back to at least FDR could be convicted as a war criminal.
As much as the OPP, RCMP, Ottawa and Metro Toronto police provided a highly visible security presence, there was also the more ominous covert security. Circling overhead all day were a helicopter and a single engine plane, that we guess were loaded to the gills with surveillance gear. We also spotted 7 secret service snipers on top on the Westin Hotel, the convention centre and various downtown office towers. It's nice to know they care.
When do you get to use that word? Never. But now.
I was headin' home (York-home) las' night and I'm all "Shit, motherfucka din' buy eats fo' this week." Yeah, I dropped the ball. So instead of murda'in the Jane bus up to Yark, I kill home-downtown, though I know no-one's there on account of teh farm. And it's a good thing, cause what shit goes down but some poor girl on the bus get all shot up ins. An' about the same time I'd be ridin'. It was at Jane and Wilson, some 20 minutes south of me.
My neighbourhood could totally beat up your neighbourhood.
I'm writin' a paper right now. Well, not right now, but I'm taking a break from writing it. I've been taking a break since about 5. It's not going so great. Well, there's 14 hours between now and when it's due, so I think I'll be okay. I'm going to take my time with it, it's worth 25% of my mark.
The things I will do to avoid writing my essay.
Yesterday I decided to clean the bathroom. The bathroom is pretty dirty, coated with the grim of ages. Armed only with a toothbrush I scrubbed down the sink area and the toliet top. There was an insane amount of solid gunk attached to the faucets that I got rid of. I left the toothbrush in the bathroom so I wouldn't mistakeningly use it in my mouth.
Today I went to a concert by a guy who had been in the Barenaked Ladies but left right before they got big (never heard of him before tonight). Sucks to be you, man. One of my housemates was going and asked if I wanted to go too, and as I didn't want to write the essay I said yes. I thought I could review it for the scoop, but I really have nothing to write. "Uh the music was good, except for when it wasn't". I had a pint of strongbow, which is this really good alcoholic cider. I'd highly recommend it. Oh, also if I were to write an article (which I can't) I have an anacdote:
Girl: So do you like them?
Me: Oh yeah, great sound. I'm a big fan.
Girl: Oh cool, what's your favourite song?
Now here's where I should've said something along the lines of "Oh golly! They're all so good" but I actually admitted that I knew nothing of them. And that was the end of that conversation.
When I got back my housemate got me to watch an episode of [i]Enterprise[/i]. I've been virulently anti-Enterprise since I watched a few episodes and found it to have no redeming features (It made me admire the captaining skills of Janeway). But he told me that Rick Berman and his evil sidekick Ben Bragga had been thrown overboard. The first thing the new producer did was a "Pookie died on the way back to his home planet" thing for the stupid time war thing. Apperently they're really drawing on lots of orginal series mythos type things and doing lots of stuff with TOS races (Andorians, Orions etc). The episode itself (#3 of the 4th season) was okay, one of those character developement ones as the Enterprise gets repaired. It had some weaknesses, vulcans act a lot more like romulans, a lot of the dialogue was bad etc. On the other hand there was some nice stuff showing how humans in Enterprise are really in transion between people like us and the people in the Federation of the other star trek shows: One guy uses his starfleet uniform to try to pick up girls (Oh yeah, I can try to get you ladies a tour of the Enterprise), someone asks about what movies are good right now ("Some World War III epic") and there's a racist undercurrent back on Earth when some guys try to beat up an alien in a bar. I don't think I'll be watching more any time soon, but I might.
My essay itself is on the execution of Charles I and the political justification for it. There's some interesting stuff in there about how both believe the king rules by contract theory, but the king says only God can judge him if he broke the contract (by being tyranical) and Parliament says they can. There's a metaphor the king uses about the body politic, how the country is like a body and the king is it's head. I want to have a sentence like this:
The body politic metaphor was rejected with the regecide; the parliamentarians were asserting that England could get along just fine without its head.1
1 The same could not be said for King Charles