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Probably why I didn’t do this sooner

Saturday, September 29th, 2007

I’m on the computer, watching television AND listening to my new Nano (ooh, shiny!) at the same time. Good thing humans don’t come with ports yet.

Mashup made in heaven

Friday, September 28th, 2007

I keep forgetting to mention this. The best ones capture the essence of each site so perfectly, all I can do is snort as loudly as possible… 

(Thanks, Melle, for the original introduction). 


Thursday, September 27th, 2007

In The Female Thing: Dirt, Sex, Envy, Vulnerability, Laura Kipnis sets out to give an “account of the hetero female psyche at the twenty-first century mark”.

Kipnis starts by talking about progress – gender barriers largely gone (though some remain), dominant patriarchal paradigms largely gone (though some remain), increasing economic independence (if they choose) – parenthetical commentary hers, and yet, she says, we run into some kind of ambivalence, among women themselves. Kipnis says that “feminism came up against an unanticipated opponent: the inner woman,” and spends the rest of the book explaining it.


Parallel Universe Scotchneat

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

Cuz Creampuff said I should…

*Kindergarten teacher

*Assistant to a middle manager at a straw manufacturing plant

*Junior league soccer coach who brings homemade muffins to practice

*Motivational speaker whose slogan is “Be a people people!!!”


Ignorant and scary

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

That guy who leads Iran? Arsehole.

His latest sound byte is that gays aren’t persecuted in Iran, …because they don’t have any. Thank goodness people in the audience at least had the sense to boo. If he weren’t so scary, I’d say laughter would have been more appropriate.

My kind of Fall

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

Low 30s in late September. Oh. yeah.

And this is the sound of David Attenborough talking about me…

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

The Lyre Bird. Listen for the chainsaw – unbelievable.


When TV Made a Difference

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

The Emmys actually had some good content – a tribute to Roots. 30 years ago – wow.

I have memories of my entire family sitting down in the living room, parents on the couch and kids on the floor, to watch every mesmerizing minute. Even my father. It was a story of family and a story of America and it profoundly impacted my world view. Seriously, I can see my 9 year-old self sitting there on the floor literally burning new circuits in my head in whichever region focuses on humanism and ethics and standing for what you know is right.

It’s hard to explain what this was like. I lived in a border town, and sure, we had black families, but our exposure to black history verged on nil. I mean, we got stuck with the Battle of Lundy’s Lane pretty much every year. I remember also being profoundly impacted by the character played by Kirstie Alley in the series and her interracial love – something I thought of in the late 70′s as a dead issue. I mean, why couldn’t you love who you wanted to love?

1977 was a mind-blowing year. Between Roots and Star Wars, I came to understand that humans are both maliciously ignorant and painfully wise and that these traits will follow us wherever we go.

Let me scritch that for ya

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

tummyMy friend Sue and I went to the Toronto Zoo today. Perfect conditions: not Summer, so less people; not the weekend, so less people (we really don’t like people); sunny and mid-20s, so the animals were more active.

We did the whole circuit in 6 hours, which means we were haulin’ ass, but oh, the things that we did see.

I’m fixated on the big cats and the monkeys. We had a chance to speak with one of the tiger keepers, which was awesome. He works with Tangua, a Siberian tiger who likes to maul tractor tires and who sometimes presents his big, beautiful head to be scritched.

As great as the habitats are at this zoo, the animals still engage in ritual behaviours like walking in circles. Tangua has a pattern on the back end of his enclosure. I felt horrible that he was pacing, but thankful that he was safe, unlike many of his wild brethren.

Lots of funny animals, of course. There were these huge exotic pigeons, that basically had the run of the place. They like to stare. And much like their urban cousins, we caught them roosting on top of the roof of one of the restaurants. Only I’d think the guano would be a considerable hazard.

Apes and monkeys of all shapes and sizes. But one of the orangs about broke my heart. He had his head on a pillow right at the glass, and I got down to the ground where we just looked at each other for a while. He looked so forlorn. It took everything in me to not give in to the crazy old cat/monkey impulse to break him out and take him home.

There were some happy animals too. The fur seal was awesome! Like a tractor that floats. And one of the grizzlies was in a little scoop in the ground, rolling around and smiling in the sun. Dude was seriously getting his groove on.

And we totally lucked out on the lions. We got there just as one of the keepers was lobbing them horse meatballs. The group has three males and one female. The biggest male (neutered) is about 500 pounds and the most handsome thing you ever did see. He was grabbing meatballs out of the air. Usually, they’re hiding in their caves or in the shade, so it was a real treat.

After the overindulgence of heads to be scritched and bellies to be snorgled, I came home and mauled Jean Luc until he got fed up and hid in the closet. What a great day.

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Monday, September 10th, 2007

I’ve been playing Hide-the-apple with my local squirrel. Well, it could be the bunny or one of the raccoons, but the squirrel is the one that seems very possessive of the tree in my backyard, so I’m going with him.

I first found the apple in a box of recycling that I had outside my back door. It was an apple that was stolen, I believe, from a house down the street, and it had one little bite out of it. I threw it toward the back of the yard, figuring Mr Squirrel would find it and finish it off. Next day, the apple is under my car with two bites out of it. So I threw it back in the yard. Today I come home, and it’s strategically placed on the seat of a chair that I have on the patio, and now it’s about half-eaten.

I can’t figure out if he’s offering to share, or if I’ve just taught a squirrel how to fetch…


Caught him! Only it wasn’t the brown squirrel I was thinking of, it was the black one that sometimes hangs out in the pine tree. Oooooh. But maybe the black one was stealing the holy apple while the brown one was off measuring my roof vents to see if his couch will fit.

He (black one) was running up the pine tree with said apple in his mouth. I won’t be fetching it from there.