"La vie ne fait pas de cadeaux - et nom de Dieu c'est triste, Orly, le Dimanche, avec ou sans Bécaud." - Jacques Brel ( Read more... )

this past september i was in a very serious bus accident. four people were killed, and i was slightly wounded (just a cut on my eyelid - millimeters from my eyeball is the measure of my luck - and a suspected broken rib). it was my first real brush with death in any form, and while i escaped relatively unscathed, i saw some horrible things. i ( Read more... )

i'd really hate to lose this thing. will keep trying to write, mostly to improve my writing speed and quality, but also because i really like to gaze at my own navel. more soon. if i put the url on facebook, will this motivate me to write more??? something to think about.

i've decided to start documenting incidents like this, lest i someday start to question my own sanity. i still think we've got a long way to go as a society, because ( Read more... )

i know gloating is unattractive, and i'm sure online gloating is particularly unattractive, but this is less gloating than commemoration. last night's scrabble game saw team ian&lee start out with six vowels and one consonant, but finish with crazy points. highlights include getting rid of most of our vowels with "soiree", using eric and nancy's ( Read more... )

apparently, exxon-mobil recently posted quarterly profits of $10.4 billion.

in what should be related news, the world health organization has estimated that it would cost $10 billion annually to control HIV/AIDS, TB, and malaria around the world.

the whores crawled into my brain and died there: i have fucking had it. i know paul farmer is probably way too busy to be motivated by rage, and lord knows, i want to be like him, but this is a rousing fuck you to whores and ambivalence, and stephen harper too. because "right action is freedom from past and future also. for most of us, this is the ( Read more... )

in the time that has elapsed since my last post, i found a job (my old one at the market) and worked hard at it and lost all joie de vivre because of it ( Read more... )

i'm actually not quite sure what a weevil looks like, but i'm going to assume that they look a lot like the little bugs that, unbeknownst to me, had started a colony in my bag of oatmeal, some of which i fed to ian this morning. i didn't feel like oatmeal at the time, so at THIS time i feel considerably guiltier ( Read more... )

so ian and i had a bet riding on the election results: if the conservatives won, he'd have to drop his pants in the middle of his wednesday night gig. if the liberals won, i'd have to drop my pants and run around the room of dr. nolan's graduate seminar on transformational theory ( Read more... )