Tuesday, December 26, 2006

gory gory glory

hey! Christmas is fun.

spent an extremely pleasent few days with my familiy being shunted between parental units but totally unstressed.

ate way too much, drank way too much.

Didn't play enough scrabble, although I did get a scrabble dictionary! anyone want to play? Pender maybe?

played with little kids including an adorable 3 year old who lives with my mom. the cutest little kid, with psuedo agency, and big eyes that you can't say no to. I haven't played or twirled so much in years. I refused before to make new years resolutions but I have one now ... to twirl more.

I also got the wickedest present, given to me even though I had asked for nothing: a digital camera. so excited, because I have been trying to convince myself for months (unsuccessfully) that I could afford one.

anyway, here is the first picture I liked:


now to try and become a happy photographer. weee!

Sunday, December 24, 2006

sure. I'll party with you.

parties beckon, an all night rave in a place called blood alley somewhere in gastown, and my semi-drunk self cannot drive and this semi-young city doesn't provide transit at this semi-late hour.

all night dance parties are my favorite.

the last few days have been filled with joy and good conversation, the stimulation of old friends who have pursued diverse paths and want to share.

commercial drive in its slowly gentrifying glory. potlucks and sushi and jelly beans and galas and skinny dipping and mountain biking ... oh my.

it has been sensational. i don't want it to end.

i really must sober up. I hate to miss a good party. and marissa and andrea and elfred. I haven't really seen them yet. this is why I want to go. people I love who happen to love dancing. peas in a pod.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The bright brightness


Vancouver! Vancouver!

It is comfy here, but there is a distinct worry that this feeling comes directly from how relaxing it is. I have nothing to do. Exams ended 6 days ago and I have done nothing at all.

excellent.

A few nights ago, after spending the evening with Azim, Kater and Norah doing cryptic cross word puzzles, yelling at cryptic cross word puzzles, and somehow staying up to watch the entire Battlestar Galactica miniseries, I decided that I really wanted to walk back to Kerria's. So, at 4 in the morning, decked out in Azim's warm clothes, a glass of wine settling nicely in my belly and an ipod full of music, I set out.

The path took me across the bridge into downtown and then along the water into china town before depositing me on east pender, 15 long blocks away from commercial. The walk was somewhat as expected, beautiful and thought provoking across the bridge (metaphore for life), amusing and absurd along the water (penthouses and roof top gardens and impeccable lighting and boring aethetics and fast cars), and scary for the rest, full of shadowy figures and odd stumbling and averted gazes and strange body shapes.

Nothing happened, and 2 hours later I walked in, trying to be as unscary as possible. Certainly not making videos and sending them to kerria and her roomate.

A few days earlier, I had wandered down to the docks just after the sun had gone down and watched the activity from the bridge. It was fascinating, small trucks moving masive containers and sirens indicating that work was underway and it was bright and busy and beautiful. I didn't want to leave but it was cold and I was hungry.

But what did I get out of this? I wanted to walk for hours. I wanted to watch us take control. I think I expect too much. I expect there to be no mundane, for every moment to be impregnated with meaning. For the twitch of an eye to signal something more important. Where has this belief in the ubiquituousness of meaning come from? I am pretty sure it is a deeply rooted narcissism. damn it.

Moving on:

I think that my life is based solely on doing things I haven't done before, or at least doing whatever other people aren't at that moment. This, I doubt I need to tell you, makes lots of things difficult because there are plenty of people and they are all doing things. Two years of travelling before university? 6 years of university? I mean, I succumbed to university, but I am a terrible artist. I wasn't about to make it based on things I could make for others to enjoy. So, I needed some formal training, but I wasn't about to do it easily. Now what, a lawyer / doctor. There ain't many of those. So lame.

Anyway, I am trying to get better. I am trying to become less insular, which seems weird to say, because most people seem to look at me at some sort of incredibly social creature, but a comment was made that people know me ... I often don't know them.

So dinners at my house and more walks and less partying where no connection can be made. groups are bad news ... they make me crazy ... socially crazy, true, but different nonetheless.

That said, I also want more adventures and more spontenaity, just only with a few people: last night, for example, I came back to Azim's after a going to a party around the corner, to find Kate and Azim curled up on the couch. As I put my stuff down, ready for bed, kate mumbled something about a club downtown. of course, was my obvious reply, which she seemed shocked by, but invitation given she could not go back and so, at 1:30, we found ourselves walking across the bridge again on the way to the straight night at the gay bar. Danced for a bit, although I mainly looked shocked at the terrible music and then spazzed out and kate laughed at me. Back across the bridge where another random kate suggestion caused us to be swimming in the ocean at 4 AM.

I think there is a point to be made, somewhere in here. I just am not 100% sure what it is.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

the beauty of study


The above is a crashing wave, the colour caused by a bloom of bioluminescent dinoflagellates in California. True, they make the water super toxic, but so beautiful.

And yes, this is part of my studying ... I needed to find out about the dinoflagellate life cycle:

Dinoflagellates have a peculiar form of nucleus, called a dinokaryon, in which the chromosomes are attached to the nuclear membrane. These lack histones and remained condensed throughout interphase rather than just during mitosis, which is closed and involves a unique external spindle. This sort of nucleus was once considered to be an intermediate between the nucleoid region of prokaryotes and the true nuclei of eukaryotes, and so were termed mesokaryotic, but now are considered advanced rather than primitive traits.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

finally, I can eat the entire bag of chips.

a paper from harvard discussing small molecules that allow the simulation of a caloric restricted diet (which I have vainly tried to implement). actual paper. I don't think this is necessarily a weight loss tool, but rather something that will make your body believe that you are eating less and thereby slow down various metabolic processes (including food uptake). I think. It might just slow down food uptake in the intestine, which was previously done by simply cutting out most of the intestine. eww. anyway, I am procrastinating, not researching so don't blame me. If you know, let the world know.

oh, and it is in red wine, although:

Resveratrol is found in the skin of red grapes and as a constituent of red wine but apparently not in sufficient amounts to explain the “French paradox” that the incidence of coronary heart disease is relatively low in southern France despite high dietary intake of saturated fats.


ps: video, 3 posts down.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Hermes Trismigestus

This guy was my favorite teacher even before I saw this.

The humour there, admittedly somewhat derivative, is exactly how he acts in all his classes. He seems too smart to function normally, but accepts it with grace and humour. Some people are bored by him, but I don't stop chuckling softly the whole class. It is great.

WATCH THE VIDEO! (2 posts down now) I love that dance, but have become a post-whore. So, I will remind you all to watch the video in subsequent posts until I tire of it, just so that it does not get lost in the ether.

Maids and Marions

So, the dance below, it is called the madison.

The Madison is a novelty dance that was popular in the late 1950s to mid 1960s. It was created by a very famous hairdresser of the time called Malcolm Stern. Whilst travelling extensively in Spain on a dance exploration holiday he and his team found the dance so inspiring they brought it back to the West End and it was first performed at Le Discoteque in Wardour street, Soho, London. It is a line dance that features a regular back-and-forth pattern interspersed with called steps. Its popularity inspired dance teams and competitions, as well as various recordings, and today it is still sometimes performed as a nostalgic dance. It was demonstrated in a famous sequence of the Jean-Luc Godard film Bande à part, as well as in the John Waters movie Hairspray; and it continues to be performed in the Broadway musical Hairspray.

The dance is referred in the film Rocky Horror Picture Show.

In the 1970's the dance re-emerged as "The Nutbush", performed to Tina Turner's song Nutbush City Limits.

It was renamed the "Nutbush"? How odd.

Also, I think that more people I know should go on "dance exploration holidays." Come on people. Get on it.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

examography

4 classes down, two to go and I barely looked fazed. No bags, no worries.

It might be bad that I feel almost no stress at all. Last night I watched Bande a Part with Tippi. Me, watching french new wave movies during the exam period? Me watching french new wave cinema at all? What kind of evil robot has taken my place? Tippi and I figured out our costumes for next halloween ... or the next french new wave party. Tippi: we should throw a french new wave party. I can't stop saying french new wave. We need a funky girl to make this costume work. Who will it be? You have to do this:

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

half man / half wobble

Apparently, according to the movie "Manufactured Landscapes," the filling of the Three Gorges Dam in China has caused a wobble in the Earth's rotation.

According to this post, when the Dam is filled, the time of the Earth's rotation will be changed such that an amature astronomer will be able to measure it.

That is a lot of water.

Mankind is fucking crazy.

I just finished reading The Wind-up Bird Chronicles which was absolutely amazing. I get into this mode where I want to only read about "real" things and I avoid fiction. But every once in a while I get given a great book that draws me in. I couldn't put it down. I love fiction. I also assume that I love wells. And crazy out of body experiences.

Thanks exams. You have ressurected the blog.

Monday, December 04, 2006

the alchemist goes on an adventure

Exams are upon us. god, they fill me with dispair. but, they also allow for plenty of procrastination. Which is nice. Unfortunately, at the current trajectory (ah trajectories), I will be doing them for years to come. Whose idea was this?

Looking forward, very much, to the upcoming break. To spend a significant amount of time with people I haven't seen in a while (here's looking at you azim). Watch movies and make cook books and generally enjoy the city.

So, what am I thinking about, you are certainly asking yourself. I shall tell you now:

the real basics. the oddity of power. the simplicity of action and the complexity of reaction. the perverse sensuality of sinusoidal curves, coming at you wave after wave. the adsurdity of cliche. loss and gain.

things like that. Not, unfortunately, about contract theory or how ATP is made. Which, by most measures, would be the more efficient and rewarding things to be thinking about.

I watched 2 movies last night at chez tippi, while ostensiably studying. A doctumentary on Idi Amin, who was presented as a beast, more animal than man. Innocent, somewhat, perhaps unable to prevent his own atrocities. He may have caused the deaths of 500,000 people. and then we watched the Wrong Guy and I laughed. Rapid switch. Concerning.

edited.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

vote

My old montreal roomate has offered to send me a pencil case (of awesomeness). Yeah, that's right, they are made entirely of zippers.

Which one should I choose?


ahh, the problems that make life so completely unbearable.

Friday, November 17, 2006

psuedo

I am pretty anti-psuedo science, but I remember being pretty excited by the idea that at one point humans were connected in some fantastical way. When I was younger, my mother swore that whenever she would start to get really worried about me I would contact her somehow.

Anyway, while I was reading about the Global Orgasm project (oh yeah!), I started to explore the way they plan on measuring whether there is a change in global consciousness.

I was surprised to find that the measurements were to be done by a group at Princeton and even more surprised when I looked at some of the data.

I have not explored the site extensively, but I believe the basic idea is that they have placed Random event generators around the world, which should, measured over an average of events, give the same value (like 200 coin tosses should really give 100 heads and 100 tails). Deviations from the norm are looked for an correlated with world events, the idea being that major world events would increase global consciousness and effect, somehow, randomness.

Okay. whatever. but then I saw the graph of data from the week around sept 11.

The y-axis shows the odds against the deviations from norm with each 0 being the start of a day (so from sept 6 - 13th).

That is pretty fucked up. A good question was brought up regarding increased electromagnetic (i.e. due to increased use of internet, cell phones, etc.) but they say that they have corrected for this.

Anyway, interesting to look into. Global consciousness potentially affecting randomness.

oh, global orgasm day is Dec 22nd. Y'all ready?

Friday, November 10, 2006

alive

and going to pender!!!

although Rob won't be there, so with whom will I fight. Tippi? Seems unlikely. He whines like a little girl.

Yeah, that's right Tippi ... like a little girl.

Went on the chemistry pub crawl (for cheap because the shirts were ones I helped design. Slogan: "Nothing's Forbidden in an Excited State.") Not unexpectedly, I spent most of the night not at the pub crawl, but rather talking to friends from exotic places ... like locked in Market Square and under the bridge.

While there, I drunkenly agreed with Vanessa to have a psuedo-pot luck. A bunch of people came, but hardly anyone brought food, but it didn't matter because I made samosas (sp?) and they were amazingly tasty. True, ashley guided me through it the first time, but, last night, I made dinner for a friend and I and made them all by myself!! and they were good. And I made a sweet chili dip, with brown sugar, which was also good. And Gomae (spinach and sesame seed sauce). And the other person made stir fry. And we finished the apple crumble (delicious apple crumble) that vanessa made. It was a 4 course meal. I had to put on my suit. We tried to go to the Fernwood Inn (which is the upscale replacement of the George and Dragon) but it was far too yuppy-ish so we just bought beer and listened patiently to crazy people.

Tippi found a salt-water public pool in Esquimalt which was awesome. I am glad that weekly pool sessions are back.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

done

Well, at 11:56 pm (it was due by 11:59pm), I submitted my first (and only Canadian) law school application.

It feels ... hectic.

Anyway, now we wait and see how I fare. I should start to submit my US law school applications soon. This is going to be an expensive season. I am going to be very poor for a long time. I guess I will spend about $1000 on applications in total. That is actually not all that bad. Especially since, if I do decide definitely to go to law school, I can drop most of my classes next semester. I will practically be saving money.

But medical school. How you taunt me. Why must you look so appetizing?

Anyway, what have I done in the past few days? Well ...

This weekend I attempted to make it to Azim's halloween party. Went to kerria's house where her, John Bean, Pamela and I drank until far too late and then attempted to run to the bus. We made the last one (although Pam and John disappeared at some point), only to have angry teenage girls cause the bus to stop. Apparently transit and assault do not good bedfellows make.

So, unable to take transit to Azim's and unwilling to pay for a taxi, we tried to climb Science World. Well, I tried to climb Science World. I was unsuccessful. Kerria was able to climb a slide (I was again unsuccessful) so I guess she wins some sort of prize. But I was more ambitious! that has to count for something.

Back to Victoria on Saturday for a quiet night which was interrupted by Tippi and parties. 4 of them. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't even have a costume, but apparently I can put on a safari suit and an early 80's hat and go as ... something. We ended up at a party at the house of the front man for 54:40, where I met with his wife who may have been very friendly or extremely concerned about the sledge hammer that had become part of my costume. The funny part was that, while I was explaining that it was a joke, I only narrowly avoided knocking down a number of plates that were hanging on the wall. Luke from IM was there, and we got to chat, which was very nice. I like Luke. This is what I looked like:



Sunday, I did nothing ... I think. Yeah, nothing.

Monday we went to the haunted house. 2 hours of entertaining line up for 5 minutes of haunted house, haunted by undoubtedly tired ghouls, including a Volcom weaing zombie who, because she was finished for the evening (we were essentially the last group) followed us around the house. The best part: the spinning hallway. A vampire had to repeatedly ask me to leave. It was too much fun falling over when you knew there was no reason. Take that body ... think you are so smart.

Midterm this morning and then law school apps. Now, I am drinking wine, worrying about money and contemplating Cranium. I should probably continue working on apps. Once they are done, I never have to think about them again, and that would be a distinct pleasure.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

back by [redacted] request

what is matthew cooper good for?

and, just for fun, what about Sam.

and Australia!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

duck duck duck goose

So, media abounds here.

I hope you all checked out the cell thing, which was amazing. The walking dealies are dyenins walking along microtubules. It is actually how they work.

And you could see the "icebergs" floating in the membrane sea! history coming alive!

anyway, the brits are great, which I have tried to tell you again and again. Colin sent me this series. Educational and historical.

And nick sent these: Part 1 Part 2.

Yesterday, tippi, vanessa, kersten and I got drunk and then went and photocopied amazing ads and articles from the 1920s to the 1960s to be used as wall decoration. So great. I wish I had a scanner.

Sam: one of them is a picture of a medical school dissection lab (for women med students only) with a number of tables each with 4 students and a cadaver, the students deep in concentration. Unfortunately, the most prominant thing in the photo is a smiling skeleton, right in the forefront and dominating the entire right half of the photo, watching the women doctors. It is hilarious.

And, of course, numerous cigarette (spelled cigaret) ads explaining just how good they are for you.

My potential favorite: biochemistry explained via something that looks suspiciously like Lite-Brite.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

cells rule, and other things

see this.

also, check out the wiki post on Howard Hughes, especially the part about Dummar at the end.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

why?

as I rode home today I passed a mid-aged couple walking their dog wearing reflective vests and carrying a powerful flashlight, which was on. Issue: it was light out. Why?

Why do so many people have problems with the word "definitely?" It is not definately.

Chris and wife had their baby today. Congratulations. I want my cigar.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

I wrote a story.

I think I lied ... I am totally sick of applications.

anyway, I wrote a story. What think you?

He surveyed the landscape below, a reconnaissance scout preceding his unit. His perch was unsteady, the path to it unsound, but he was capable and surefooted.

In the distance, light glinting off the flasks of his companions made obvious their position. Far in the other direction lay their destination, their home. In between, an assortment of perils, a mosaic of uncertainty.

He took it in, the totality of the landscape, committing it to memory, before gingerly descending the sheer cliff face.

Reuniting with his group, he conferred with the commander, who in turn readied the men. They were a proud group, but the brutality of their toils was obvious - clothing barely held together on scarred frames, breath coming raggedly through parched lips on drawn taut faces. Home signified this journey’s end and their arrival could not come quickly enough.

He had not always been the scout. The first scout vanished and, initially, no one was willing to take his place. Nor, really, should they have – the unit was efficient, each man utterly capable in his crucial job. It became obvious, though, as injuries increased and progress slowed, that the unit required a replacement.

After days of deep consideration, he volunteered. It was frightening to leave the unit, however briefly, but that fear had to be conquered. He would never admit to a certain pleasure felt atop a hard-found vantage point.

Readied, the group moved slowly forward, guided past peril, towards the embrace of the home they so greatly longed for.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

difficile

i am hitting that last year rut, one and a half months in to the new year.

oh no!

I assume I will persevere, but wow, working for those 8 months was much more fun. right now, this is a tad tedious. maybe, just maybe, it is being chained to my computer that is annoying. I just can't put my finger on it.

news: i want to make a classical version of sexyback, so I can feel less bad singing it in the shower (note: I must stop listening to BBC dance). which leads me to the belief that I can probably classy anything up so that it is fit for consumption. I will be the richard gere of the everything world.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

justice via justices

For a class, I have been reading some cases that have been sent to the U.S. Supreme Court. What is interesting to read are the dissenting opinions where the justices rip into the court's overall decision. Below is a part of Justice Scalia's dissenting opinion on the Supreme Court's decision to overturn the death sentence imposed on a (allegedly) retarded man convicted of murder.

But the Prize for the Court's Most Feeble Effort to fabricate "national consensus" must go to its appeal (deservedly relegated to a footnote) to the views of assorted professional and religious organizations, members of the so-called "world community," and respondents to opinion polls. Ante, at 11-12, n. 21. I agree with the Chief Jus-tice, ante, at 4-8 (dissenting opinion), that the views of professional and religious organizations and the results of opinion polls are irrelevant.6 Equally irrelevant are the practices of the "world community," whose notions of justice are (thankfully) not always those of our people. "We must never forget that it is a Constitution for the United States of America that we are expounding. ... [W]here there is not first a settled consensus among our own people, the views of other nations, however enlightened the Justices of this Court may think them to be, cannot be imposed upon Americans through the Constitution."


What an ass. Most of his dissent revolves around the development of the national consensus, which he admittedly tears down quite well, but this section and the complete lack of regard he holds for the world community is scary to be seen in a justice of the supreme court. Why throw in that "thankfully"?

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

oh, to be young again.

The trades are then a natural home for anyone who would live by his own powers, free not only of deadening abstraction, but also of the insidious hopes and rising insecurities that seem to be endemic in our current economic life. This is the stoic ideal.

So what advice should one give to a young person? By all means, go to college. In fact, approach college in the spirit of craftsmanship, going deep into liberal arts and sciences. In the summers, learn a manual trade. You’re likely to be less damaged, and quite possibly better paid, as an independent tradesman than as a cubicle-dwelling tender of information systems. To heed such advice would require a certain contrarian streak, as it entails rejecting a life course mapped out by others as obligatory and inevitable.


I wish I had seen this a few years ago, like before entering co-op.

Monday, October 02, 2006

ode to wikipedia

you, sir, are the single greatest invention to come from the internet. even better than skype.

what else is there? I guess the ability to hear music that you would not have the opportunity to hear otherwise is pretty good, but you have to surpress your morals to do so - or make arguments that seem to make sense.

anything else? commercial free television? arts and letters daily? youtube glimpses into the retarded lives of everyone from 12 - 35?

all lose to the amazing collective knowledge, the easily searchable brain, that is wikipedia.

i love you wikipedia.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

invasion of the body snatchers

As I was riding today I caught the smell of something which was either rotting garbage or microwave popcorn and it scares me that I couldn't figure it out.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

this week in sports

man, has it only been 15 days? Crazy.

Biology and biochemistry are fascinating. I love knowing how the body works. And I get to pull out my Merck Manual at every possible occasion. It is pretty exciting.

The house noah found feels right. It is confortable and cozy. There is a fireplace, which I love so much, and harmony called it "a grownup house." Yes, I suppose it is.

The first weekend here I went back to Vancouver. I have promised myself that I will take advantage of the outdoors. Everytime I head out east I miss the wilderness but take it for granted here. No more. Friday night I went dancing with andrea, who really should not move to Winnipeg, and Saturday went hiking with Azim and Nick. We drove up to Truax mountain, asked directions from a mountain man who warned us of his recent encounter with a charging mother grizzley, and psuedo-hiked. We had great expectations, but our trip coordinator was a tad ambitious - as we walked into the valley, we realised that the peak we wanted to reach was disappearing into the clouds. And that the clouds were high. Still, the hiking we did was amazingly gorgeous, culiminating in a camping spot in a meadow between two massive rocky crags. I would have loved to have stayed longer. I am going to use my tent frequently here. Juan de fuca trail in mid october is an almost definite hiking trip if anybody is interested.

Then I made my acting debut, which I may have mentioned earlier. Tippi, adeline and co. made a music video as part of a cinevic competition and needed us to act as silhouettes. They built a street entirely from photos and did a stop motion video of people dying in a variety of ways. I choked to death and, as the driver of the world, threw myself into the cogs. pretty melodramatic. Anyway, the screening was last night and they won all the awards. It was hot.

This weekend was my weekend to finally see people that I hadn't seen in a while, which I did with vigor and candor. Saw Jenna off to India. She says she is only going for 3 months. hmmm. It was also the weekend of applications. Who knew that explaining yourself in 2 pages could be so freaking difficult?

Got a coveted volunteer position as a T.A. for disadvantaged youths and adults in the University 101 program. It is a real university course load, taught by profs., but directed towards the above persons in an attempt to help them into the university system. It was what I wanted to do with Students for Literacy before I got called away to Montreal, so I am pretty excited to be involved. I am much more interested in helping older people than I am with helping children. I am not sure why. But it was a nerve wracking interview. I am still not completely sure I am up to it, but we will give it a go. Also volunteering in the E.R. which sounds cooler than it is.

have I mentioned skype. I just talked to shuana for almost an hour, for free, from Taiwan. I want to talk to all of you for almost an hour, for free, from wherever.

oh yeah ... sports.

skype

seriously, everybody needs to get onto skype and email me their names.

email to spamspamspamspam_2@hotmail.com or to my regular email address if you know it.

do it. I love it.

or you can just add me: ouchitburns

Saturday, September 16, 2006

criminal system does not equal a game

The US, at least in some states, has a "three strikes and you're out" policy. Not only is it demeaning to everyone to have your legal system apply ridiculous baseball related punishments, it also is completely inflexible which leads to retardedly disproportionate punishments.

For example, Santos Reid, is likely going to jail for 26 year to life because he did the written part of the driver's licence test for someone else, stole a radio from his sister's friend (in 1981) and robbed a guy at knifepoint (in 1987 - which he says is untrue). 26 years!?

I understand the underlying philosophy. Clean up the little stuff and you clean up the big stuff. Similar things were done in New York (like consistenly cleaning up graffiti and coming down hard on fare avoidance) to good effect, but putting people in jail for 26 years for taking the written part of a driver's licence test for somebody else. It is grossly inefficient and completely unhelpful.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

people doing things

adeline is doing good things. Support her if you are in Vancouver.

noah's band is good. Listen.

nika got her shoe store up in Montreal.

Pat's record label (the one he works with) is still doing good things.

Adam and Tyler play in this wicked band.

Elfred and Marissa are going for gold.

that is all for now. Support these people. endeavours rule. This all stemmed from Adeline, and the amazingness that is that, and then I remembered that all these other people are doing things.

I kinda wish I could list what everybody is doing, but these are some of ones that we can support. I guess we could help Azim with his thesis ... I am pretty sure I can contribute to graduate level psychology research.

Friday, September 08, 2006

yeah

told you so

life rules

Well after 9/11, Tom Junod a writer from Esquire magazine contacted the coroner's office in New York and asked for a count of how many people jumped. He was told that nobody jumped. The official word was that victims were blown out or they were forced out, but nobody jumped.

-CBC

Thursday, September 07, 2006

point / counterpoint

from here:

There’s no point investing in a business because the government will not protect you against thieves. (So you might as well become a thief yourself.) There’s no point in paying your phone bill because no court can make you pay. (So there’s no point being a phone company.) There’s no point setting up an import business because the customs officers will be the ones to benefit. (So the customs office is under-funded and looks even harder for bribes.) There’s no point getting an education because jobs are not awarded on merit. (And you can’t borrow money for school fees because the bank can’t collect on the loan.)


This seems pretty obvious. Further in the article, though, is this:

Give a man the secure possession of a bleak rock, and he will turn it into a garden; give him a nine years' lease of a garden, and he will convert it into a desert… The magic of property turns sand into gold. Arthur Young, 1788


Same basic idea: property rights, and thereby some semblance of lawfulness, will allow growth. But africa is already suffering agriculturally (and is expected to fare even worse in the future). So, is it fair to say that improving the political world will be enough to help the situation?

What seems pretty clear to me is that the "ground" approach is not working. The following may be hyperbolic but there must be some truth to it:

And when he finds all the books in a once useful library have been stolen, and it is now “a black hole of ignorance and plunder”, a young visitor from Scotland, keen to do good wherever good can be done, says defensively that there’s “a serious money shortage.”

But that’s not the point. What is missing at the Soche School has to do with attitude and morale. What is lacking is work and care. “How much does a broom cost?” Theroux asks. “The students could sweep this place and cut the grass. I don’t think it’s a money problem. I think it’s more serious. No one cares. You’re here from Scotland to do the work, and you’re willing, so why should anyone help?” A deep dependency has taken root. The prevailing attitude is that if someone will come all the way from Scotland to sweep the floor, why not let them?


I thought I wanted to volunteer in Africa but sometimes I wonder. It has got to be helpful to everybody and not just to me. I don't want some masturbatory trip, a resume padding excursion. But maybe this is my renaissance thing acting up. The desire to step back and step up. Maybe just being there is helpful enough. I need to talk to someone who has been a recipient of aid and not people who gave the aid. Although these comments sure are inspiring:

It was truely an amazing experience and I feel very fortunate that I could be a part of it. Thank you again for all your help in preparing for departure and for giving me the opportunity to go.
Douglas Murray, Nova Scotia, Canada

I had a great time in Tanzania. Thanks for all of your help.
William Girardo, Washington DC, USA

Just want to say a big thank you for the opportunity you gave me, it was an amazing experience and one that I will never forget.
Gary Wilson, Leicestershire, England
Thank you so much for this opportunity, I learnt a lot about myself and fulfilled a dream.
Peter Larter, Melbourne, Australia

I just wanted to let you that I had, hands down, the best, most incredible elightening and wonderful time in Tanzania. It changed my life, truly. I consider myself incredibly fortunate for having the opportunity to experience all that I did.
Anna Wirth, Texas, USA

I cannot begin to explain what a fantastic time I had in Singida especially the people in the village and am sure I've made some lifelong friends both from the village and with other volunteers.
David Bacon, Belfast, Northern Ireland

Just want to thank you for the amazing opportunity that VA has given me in the last few months. I can't really commend you guys more, There is really nothing that I would change about the whole trip.
David Hutchinson, Ontario, Canada

Thank you for the best 3 months of my life!
Sally Orwin, Derbyshire, England

It certainly does not feel like a whole year ago we were in Tanzania climbing Kilimanjaro and having the best time I have ever had in my life.
Natasha Leith, Co Leith, Ireland

I did have an amazing time and am thankful for the opportunity that Volunteer Africa and HAPA has provided.
Keely McKinzie, Los Angeles, USA

I had such an awesome time in Singida. It was so great to be there...I had the best time ever and I would love to work more with Volunteer Africa in the future
May Britt Kristensen, Oslo, Norway

I had a fantastic time, would recommend it to anyone, and travelling afterwards was great fun.
Alec Pattinson, Northumberland, England

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

oh yeah

250-884-2973

queens etc.

victoria is fun ... who knew?

I expected to be bored shitless, but I have been having so much fun.

School is interesting and my time off is filled with beer commercials and music video making and interesting (mostly drunk) people.

I will soon run out of money. That is a small concern.

The people who live below me seem like they might be friend worthy. Their apartment is so freaking cozy it is almost womb-like. And I have not met such inviting people. But they have the movie Jury Duty ... what do I do?

what is montreal? gone three days and already moving on.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

faketasticy

you know who look like they are having a lot of fun?

people in pictures.

bent science

I found a great site today for quick elucidation of sometimes complex ideas.

For example, read the following:

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Pol III, the main DNA replication enzyme, cannot work in the 5' - 3' direction, and so replication of the lagging strand is more complicated than of the leading strand. On the leading strand, Pol III "reads" the DNA and adds nucleotides to it continuously.

On the lagging strand, primase "reads" the DNA and adds RNA to it in short bursts. Pol III lengthens the bursts, forming Okazaki fragments. Pol I then "reads" the fragments, removes the RNA, and adds its own nucleotides (this is necessary because RNA and DNA use slightly different kinds of nucleotides). DNA ligase joins the fragments together.

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make sense? probably not

okay, now try this:

www.maxanim.com

sorry for all the science-talk. I got exams soon. I got biochemistry on the brain.

Friday, August 25, 2006

big things in little packages

last day at the job and, as a present, they gave us all copies of the Merck Manual.

It is the new edition. It has bible-esque pages (you know, the really thin pages .... bible-esque) which I assume is important.

What is the Merck Manual? Only the greatest book I have ever received.

Let's flip to a random page:

p934 (Dermatologic Disorders): Did you know that Pruritus (itching) can be a symptom of primary skin disease or of systemic disease? How about the fact that skin diseases notorious for causing intense pruritus include scabies, pediculosis, insect bites, urticaria, atopic and contact dermatitis, lichen planus, miliaria and dematitis herpetiformis?

new page:

p1836 (Neurologic Disorders): Use of hypnotics in sleep disorders. Hypnotics act at the benzodiazepine recognition site of the gamma-aminobutryic acid (GABA) receptor and augment the inhibitory effects of GABA. Hypnotics should be used cautiously in patients with pulmonary insufficiency. In the elderly, any hypnotic, even in small doses can cause restlessness, excitement, or exacerbation of delerium and dementia.

awesome ... 2991 pages of medical diagnosis. With a small bible-esque font.

by the by, GABA is one of the brain's major inhibitory neurotransmitters and is formed from glutamate in a one step process. It looks like this:

HOOC-CH2-CH2-CH2-NH2

Except in physiological conditions the carboxylate is deprotonated and the amine is protonated. Just like most amino acids. Glutamate (or glutamic acid) has the basic amino acid back bone with a propionic acid side chain.

This is pretty basic for a lot of you, but for me ... pure fascination.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

imagery for the chemically inclined

Integral proteins are like icebergs floating in a lipid bilayer sea.

sad part? I love it.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

in the midnight hour

hosting things is a lot of fun.

Last night I hosted my own good-bye / cristal's b-day bash. I purchased a 100 bucks of booze and mix, made a great dancing CD, advised the downstairs neighbours that they would not be able to sleep and prepared to party ... kinda ...

When the first people arrived ( Shane and a few of his friends ) at 10 o'clock I was just waking up from a nap and was stumbling out of my room wearing just my boxers. It was classic. Shane already equates me with the art set ( I am certainly far from any art set, but with him being in finance, anything not in finance is part of said set ) so he was probably a tad hesitant to bring his finance friends to an "art" party. And then they walked into an almost empty house, the only guest a half-naked, bleary-eyed man.

I love montreal for the late starts. I love that I could nap until 9:30 and be pretty confident that no one would arrive.

It was just Shane et al. and me and the roomies for another hour or so, so we talked about law school and MBAs and things of that nature. Just getting it out of our system.

And then the people arrived and it was fantastic. I got to DJ. I got to wear a suit and rollerskates. This morning was a tad rough.

Montreal is cooling down. The amazing heat only comes in spurts now and it gets dark early. Hibernation already? It is only late august .... you have to move like a hummingbird here to enjoy it. Move fast, see everything, consume entertainment like nourishing fat reserves, build up stories to dream about in the dark depths of winter. So cold, but remember how fun summer is? Survive winter for summer.

I listen to BBC dance music occasionally and one of their tag lines is "we're living for the weekend." They even have a weekend countdown timer on the website. Isn't that depressing? Poor britain. Poor brits. Maybe just poor "brits who like BBC radio 1."

The sneaking into ballet was great. It was free and in the park, but we arrived late and the stage was at capacity so they wouldn't let us in. So we snuck in. The best part, besides the ballet (which was contemporary - think stretchy jeans and thrusting as opposed to tutus and nutcrackers), were the people who saw and said "you realise that it is free?" and we replied that we knew and didn't elaborate. I assume they still think about us.

I got to see mr manes briefly in Montreal which was, as always, a great pleasure. Him and his girl are off to do great things in Burma and I am jealous and excited. They are going to do stuff in burma ... good stuff ... stuff I would be incredibly happy to do. And they are going to law school ... you see? See!!!

I was having a discussion with my boss about all the wrongs in the world ( he strongly disagrees with law school and is not afraid to tell me but he is going to introduce me to his environmental lawyer friends who love what they do (which is sue American companies that think they can use NAFTA to pollute Canada and Mexico)) and he started to tell me about a project he was interested in: providing nitrogen fixing rice to impoverished nations and this struck me as something I could get behind. Raising money to provide beneficial rice is immediate and needed. I am going to look into this. Anyone know more about this?

He also raised an interesting point about intense poverty being a trick to survival in a place where people want what you have and are not afraid to take it. This is Hobbes in action. I need to read Guns, Germs and Steel again.

Out of here on the 4th. Attempts to get to burning man have failed. There is no time and I still haven't been to the architecture museum here. God.

Friday, August 11, 2006

crisse

serious apologies to anyone who checks this with any regularity. I am afraid that I will have to win you back.

I am writing this while standing next to the window, desperatly trying to soak up the internet's basking rays.

That is part of the reason I haven't posted. The other is summer.

I will write more when summer and montreal and fun are over. I assume this is irony.

Life for the past month has been relatively simple: work and class and paper writing and sneaking into ballet and new friends and all that associated shit.

I don't want to leave but, for the sake of the future, I just must.

I will probably live with Noah in Victoria, assuming he finds a good place. If not, I am thinking about finally living on my own. A boy has got to strike out on his lonesome eventually.

Victoria. Blah. Although the wedding was great and I do miss tippi and chris. It will be fine. Not exciting, but fine. I am going to get my outdoors on. And maybe some of your more musically inclined folk will help me to put together a weekly night of dancing. I am going to miss dancing.

Monday, July 03, 2006

pictures of me not dying




I didn't die!

I finally got to see buck 65 again and it was amazing.

I used to have this issue with concerts. I disliked them, mainly because I always felt (1) kinda jealous of the musicians and (2) like I could be doing something better. But I have changed in Montreal - now I really enjoy shows.

Buck 65 shows fill me with joy. Although he is getting too popular. His thing was intimacy, he is a story teller where story tellers seem rare. Sure, musical lyrics tell stories, but at the first show of his I saw, in Victoria and at a tiny bar, he spent as much time telling stories as he did singing songs. And I really liked that. Most of the concerts I have seen involve an artist using his/her music to tell a story but never actually talking to the audience. And while Buck talked a fair amount at the latest show, he was more aloof, likely because the audience was much larger and he is much more famous. It might be hard to reveal truths when lithe and half naked girls are holding up "I would fuck for Buck" posters (which he took with him).

The point of this is that I need a story teller in my life. Maybe a saturday night story telling party.

Camping on St. Jean-Baptiste was not scary at all! Although I didn't talk very much. Although it started somewhat inauspiciously. The night before, I had had a dream where I was wearing a canadian flag by accident at the camp and it was going to get me in trouble (as you may note, I was actually a little worried about this trip). So when I got dressed and packed on friday morning, I tried to be careful of what I packed.

When I got to work I noticed that the shirt I was wearing was red and white. Ooops, I thought, this is a bit too canadian flag like. But I wasn't too worried. Still, I told my Quebequois workmate what I had noticed and how I thought it was funny. "That is funny," he said, "but it is more funny that the shirt has a maple leaf on it."

Shit. I suck. I didn't change and I did honk "Oh Canada" as we pulled into the campsite. The frenchies thought it was some new pop song. And, after all that, I didn't get beat up. Woot.

I did get eaten alive by massive bugs, and we had a small leech scare, and I was burnt to a crisp and I was totally malnourished (having only eaten chips and instant noodles for the whole weekend), but I was alive! I launched off fire works for Jean-Baptiste and barely noticed Canada day. I am becoming a true Quebecor. Fuck you English canada.

Montreal kicks ass in the relaxing/partying catagory. I have mentioned tam-tams, and today hanging out in the park I realised all french boys are sinewy individuals who play frisbee with incredible agression (they cheer when they make a good catch) and spend a good chunk (possibly all) of their time flipping and doing hand-stands and some sort of psuedo-campiori (shane thinks they can do these aerial feats because they are all unemployed and that they are sinewy because they can't afford food, but, you know, shane). But I experienced some relaxing/partying which is a little bit more me.

Picnik Electronique. They take over an entire park and set up huge speakers and have an all day dance party for the folks who leave the all night clubs. The park is gorgeous and situated on the banks of the St. Laurence. Now, the vast majority of the participants are a little strung out, and the gay men, of which there are may, have the naked gay man problems (whereby, if you are a gay man you must remove your t-shirt and dance until you are sweaty and smell bad) but it was still a lot of fun. There are enough normals (and this includes all the gay people who don't feel the need to remove their shirts and sweat) to make it great. Of course, Eric, Isabelle and I spent a good proportion of the event down by the river poking a dead fish (actually that was all Isabelle) and looking for fossils (also Isabelle) and trying splash each other with dead fish water (mainly me, but ultimately all of us).

LSAT came back. Don't worry. I did fine.

Also, I caved and purchased a cell phone. Call me. 514-814-5758. I haven't got a message system set up (I am cheap so this whole process is going to take time) so just call a lot.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

bike structure!


back once again with the ill behaviour

okay, I can do this now.

recap:

I went back to Victoria for a wedding on the 26th of May, which was absolutely gorgeous. Chris and Christina were both extremely pretty. So pretty. There was dancing afterwards which fit the ultimate wedding cliche: old people dancing with young people, little kids dancing on the feet of ... tippi. Tippi loved that shit. I had to stare at the ceiling to avoid getting teary-eyed during the ceremony. I am such a wuss.

The next day, we spent the day eating and hanging out at the beach before a surprising dangerous fireball bottle fight at an airport construction lot saw me off. Destination: Halifax.

Yep, I flew from Montreal to Victoria for the wedding and then victoria to halifax for a chemistry conference, where I was presenting a poster on some work I have been doing.

The conference was huge and 95% of it was over my head. I went to some of the medicinal chemistry talks and chemical energy talks but they were extremely specialized. Also, my goal in life is to design an enzyme that can turn a washing machine in a landfill into food. It would look like pacman. like this:



One giant washing machine eating enzyme. I really shouldn't be a scientist.

Halfaxians are really, really nice. It is a town similar to Victoria, but I think Victoria is nicer. What Halifax does have is Dalhoisie, which is a gorgeous university. UVic is so freaking ugly. Oh well.

Then back to Montreal to start preparing for the LSAT. The LSAT is hard. That is all.

Come the end of the LSAT, I did as promised and reintroduced the party.

This weekend, montreal really showed itself. Fringefest was in town and while I am not a huge fan of the plays, there was plenty of associated free music, which I like.

So there was, just this weekend, FringeFest, the french music festival, the symphony of fire, plus tam-tams, world cup and stanley cup. I am loving world cup because of all the soccer everywhere. you leave your house in shorts and you will find yourself in game. I pretty much play everyday.

An impromptu game started on the blocked off street of St. Laurent (a major bar lined street in Montreal which gets shut down to traffic periodically and totally comes alive. Towns desperately need major pedestrian only streets) which started to get a little crazy. I wasn't involved although I thought it was great. That being said, the second time a ball knocked beer off our table, one of our tablemates chucked the ball down the road. Only a police blockade stopped the thrower (and the rest of us, cause we were all laughing hysterically) from getting attacked by the soccer players. Good ol' montreal.

I had avoided Tam Tams for my time here, just cause I still struggle with people just spending there whole day relaxing and having fun. But Shane LP and I went up to play a little soccer and, actually, it was pretty great. Hours and hours of drum circles, pot and dancing. If that doesn't hold your fancy, you can find pickup games of soccer, ultimate or football, or you can watch the amazing campiori fighter/dancers or wander into the woods and watch the quebequois medieval fighters, some of them in full armor (where does one even buy full armor), beat the shit out of each other with swords. The guys with full armor are freaking intense. I can barely walk around in shorts and a t-shirt. These guys fight for hours in a metal suit. Hats off. I will definitely be spending more time there.

Last night we watched the disappointing final, but whatever. I only wanted the team to win because it would have made the town come even more alive. That and I would have gotten a testosterone boost, which I think we all want. The best part of last night was the bike structures. There were 11 of us, all with bikes and we went bombing around town, like a large gang, and at each bar we stopped at we stacked the bikes. We got them pretty high. I just like that it happened. we were all more excited about the bike structures than anything else. We hardly drank at the bars, we just wanted to go biking again.

Next weekend is Jean-Baptiste. I am going to go camping and, according to the francaphone friends who are taking me, I will be one of the few anglophones and that I need to be just a little careful not to piss people off. All I do is piss people off. So, yeah, I might die this weekend! That being said, there is a party this weekend which costs $4.00 but you get a pair of vintage underwear at the door. The first floor is a normal party. The second floor, though, one can only go if one is only wearing the vintage underwear. I love nakedness. I love camping. What should I do?

don't forget that I am incredibly hairy.

how are all y'all?

Thursday, June 15, 2006

hey

I am on the interweb. Bask in my glory.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

this is it

after how ever many days, this is all I have for you:

the highest level female tennis players wear long dangly earrings while competing for ultimate glory. You can check this out in your local newspaper's sports section.

This strikes me as being somewhat fucked up.

okay, back to studying.

Jun 13th. party.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

inevitable

things have slowed down a little here, but that is not unexpected.

there are two reasons for this:

primarily, it has been raining non stop for a week. Who knew that was possible? I though the east was constant sun in the summer. I feel like someone lied to me.

secondarily, I really have to face up to my responsibilities:

In the next 3 weeks I have a wedding in Victoria, a conference in Halifax, a doctor's appointment in Waterloo and an LSAT to write.

So, you know I gotta prepare for all that.

in fact, I think I may be scarse until June 13th. Then, I can reintroduce the party.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

dogs

whoo doggy, where to begin ...

so, this place is awesome. that must preface everything.

it is gorgeous, everybody is happy, every single girl is good looking and most of the guys are good looking. bi-sexuality seems more appealing with each passing day.

my home is amazing. my cooking has improved exponentially.

work is interesting.

life is just ... you know, good.

adventures:

a) Concertland.

good lord, clubs and concerts here are good. I found my bar ... it is a purely french place which serves $2.50 shots of tequila and turns into a clothing store by day. Marissa (not negin: it was late when I wrote this and I was very drunk) and I danced there. we had fun.

I saw Japanther a few days ago and it was good. I just got back from Duchess Says. Jesus fuck. seriously. fuck jesus. that was good. energy is seriously underrated. Doug has a good thing going on. SLUM records is, most likely, going places.

b) bikingland.

so I decided that, rather than taking transit for an hour and a half, I would bike the 35 km to work. All went well the first day. The ride is beautiful (if long) and I found myself surprising capable of riding 70km a day. well, that is a little untrue. I could not make the last 5 km yesterday and had to eat three slices of pizze to regain balance. but otherwise good.

today ... today sucked.

I blew a tire, not unexpectedly, with all the glass and potholes, but I was retardedly unprepared. I tried riding on a busted tire. That sucked. So I walked. I found a depanneur, got a bunch of wildcat, got drunk and kept walking. I tried riding again. A mix of alcohol and grass made it seem okay. I haven't actually looked at my front tire yet. But the rides were short lived. Riding a street bike on grass with a flat tire while drunk is hard. really really hard.

I walked and walked and walked. I starting yelling at nobody in particular. Old ladies looked at me funny.

I found a store that sold more beer and bought a six pack. During flirtations with the cashier I found out that there was a metro near by and that bikes were allowed on. Victory. I was going to duchess says! (if I had had to walk, which I assumed I would, it would have taken me another 2 hours to get home. as it was I did not arrive until 10:30).

I got come, drank on of the six pack, watched some Casanova and headed to the club. As I attempted to pay, the guy closed the money box and walked away. so, it seems that the night was free. To make amends I bought a cd.

c) myhouseland

I lucked out. my roomates rule. the boyfriend of marie, the parisian, just got a place with a 2500 square foot backyard. If they make me leave I will cut myself.

sleep now.

goodnight moon.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

merde

that's right, I am in montreal now.

not much time at the moment, but I thought I would share a bit of my new life.

My apartment, which is gorgeous, is centered on a massive stainless steel cooking space (it ain't your father's table). So, you know, I cook now.

I got off the metro, picked up some fresh veggies, came up to the apartment to an offer of an espresso by this parisian girl who lives here, poured a little white wine, made my own version of pad thai, wandered over to a friend's place to watch the canadiens lose, came back, am doing a bit of work and am waiting for mercedes to come over for a beer.

i can't believe I have only been here three days. it kinda feels like home.

they have both a med and a law school here. why would I leave? except the brutal cold.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

the beta band

I don't necessarily want to repost repeatedly from metafilter but I thought, given the ideas in the last post, that I would share this.

Fear of the word 'nuclear' is a big problem. It shouldn't be. Nuclear is a great word.

"Waste" is a pretty bad word, but research is all that is needed.

We must be able to use the waste productively. It is what we do. Find uses for stuff.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

it's a whale fish

The Tyee, which I thought was solely an election blog, is actually not.

I looked at it today and found this article: 100 Mile Diet.

Premise, if you don't wish to read the article, is that the authors, a couple (I think) from Vancouver decided to only eat food grown in a 100 mile radius from their house. It was tough at times, but they got through it.

The main reason for this? Fossil fuel consumption. Eating foods grown miles away from you causes a large amount of pollution to be emitted by the trucks, trains and boats transporting the food. Okay, sounds good.

An important question, the question one always must ask, is what happens when everyone does it? It is all fine and dandy to have your own little project, to make a point (and it is a very good point), but I believe that it is untenable for the population at large if we maintain a need to have all of our food made for us.

Okay, so the problem is cost. We want the cheapest food possible. With economies of scale as they are, the cheapest food is often going to come from far away. With economies of scale, it is always going to be cheaper to have someone else produce your food than produce it yourself.

Cost is, in fact, always the problem. The 100 mile rule could be used for almost everything, but the economies of scale for electronics and furniture is huge. The problem is that the economies of scale for food is probably about the same. On the 100 mile diet blog they say that costs did skyrocket. And they hadn’t yet had to deal with the incredible demand put on the farmers that would ensue if we all chose to buy locally.

So, what is the problem? Our desire to be happy and the fact that this desire is so closely related to what we have/own. As much as people like to bandy about the idea that friends and family are the most important things a person can have (and that is true), it does not take into account the strain on said relationships that can result from needing to overwork, which is a very real problem if you remove economies of scale. (Although I have read recently that the high divorce rate now is related to the fact that people are so privileged now that they expect a happy marriage as opposed to the supportive marriage that existed up until most recently – with that in mind, family may become better when people have less because there will be more mutual (and necessary) support)

We can try to buy more locally, yes, (we can develop small economies of scale) but ultimately we need to develop better transportation methods, better fuels and better energy sources. While two young and unencumbered people may be able to do the 100 mile diet, I don’t think it tenable for the entire population.

I think food is much too cheap (most things are much too cheap) so it may be the case that, when true costs (i.e. the human suffering costs I referred to a few posts ago) are taken into account, that locally grown foods are more beneficial. Although I still think that, even if prices increased to allow foreign farmers (and all producers) a fair return, it will still be overall beneficial to have a world market. So, alternative energy is the key and maintaining a world market.

One thing I liked from the blog was this:

“A friend of ours has a theory that a night spent making jam–or in his case, perogies–with friends will always be better a time than the latest Hollywood blockbuster. We’re convinced.”

I am convinced too. Stupid movies. Although I finally bought The Wrong Guy. I think a few of my friends and I have definitely bonded over that.

I think I just experienced something of religious proportions.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

i love it when people move

last night was semi-debaucherous.

jungle theme keg party at the paper tree.

I picked up a fake fur coat and a lion toy. As I was tearing apart the toy to make myself a mask I discovered electronics. The thing was wired. It played music (jungle music) and roared while moving its mouth. I was the king of the party. I assume.

I also scored sweet roller skates. montreal a go go.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

today is the day



Happy Birthday Natalie!

In honour, I ate indian food. my tummy kinda hurts.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

terrible prejudice


wow, did I underestimate myspace.

I considered it a disgusting cesspit, where pre-teens went to hide away all their scavenged animated gifs and emo music, where shitty bands went to harp about their unoriginal audio excrement, where 33 year old perverts grasping on to their fading youth went to chat up anything younger.

to some extent this is all probably true, but what I failed to see were the good parts.

as I perused this afternoon, I took the following path (myspace name in brackets):

myself (immutabler) > mercedes (mercedesisawesome) > raf (raf_is_awesome) > some unknown (massinha). It was at this last "space" where I found out about a launch party at club lambi (on St. Laurent).

Why is this important?

because my only goal in montreal is to go to as many art shows / magazine launches / product lauches as possible.

I don't want to pay for one drink in montreal. I want all of my alcohol, for 4 straight months, to be paid for by someone else.

And myspace is going to make this happen. I owe myspace a (free) drink and an apology.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

oh yeah.

so, when I was much younger, I had a small problem with really bad music taste ...

anyway, as I was going through some friends' myspace sites I found something posted by papat: an Aqua video.

I thought I would share also.



don't say I never do anything for you.

edit: godfre brings up a good point. I do like centipede now. don't listen to it. just know it exists.

edit2: fuck that, listen to it. All seven are here.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

and now for something completely different ...



Dogging:

"Dogging is a predominantly British activity that involves outdoor exhibitionism in car-parks, wooded areas and the like. The term dogging originated in the early Seventies to describe men who spied on couples having sex outdoors. These men would 'dog' the couples' every move in an effort to watch them. When the swinging scene discovered that open-air sex has its own special thrill they began meeting in car-parks, and the doggers found a new and rich supply of voyeuristic fun. Moreover, the doggers soon realised that these couples were actively encouraging them to watch, even performing for them, and sometimes allowing them to join in."

Those crazy brits. Let's emulate perverts!

from the faqs:

"If you went to a nature area or car park and found it fenced off, it's likely a response to too much dogging activity in that area, causing complaints about noise, traffic, trash and general naughtiness."

oh, that's the reason. too much trash.

Monday, April 10, 2006

where art thou?

So, a while back, I went to a presentation by one Romeo Dallaire who was the commander of the UN force in Rwanda.

Wikipedia says "His actions are credited with directly saving the lives of 20,000 Tutsis. There is speculation that Dallaire's forces deliberately sabotaged equipment to slow their UN-mandated withdrawal from the combat zone."

Wikipedia also says "At home, Dallaire was medically released from the Canadian Armed Forces on April 22, 2000, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. At the time of his retirement he held the rank of lieutenant-general. Blaming himself for the failures of the mission, he began a spiral into depression, culminating on June 20, 2000, when he was rushed to hospital after being found under a park bench in Hull, Quebec. He was intoxicated and suffering from a reaction with his prescription anti-depressants, and the mixture almost put him into a coma."

When he came to talk to us, we had heard that his previous speeches were extremely emotions and that he was going to tone it down. We had heard almost correctly. The basic speech was one on leadership and was relatively basic. But it was during his frequent anecdotes, exclusively introduced with “let me give you an example,” that were the most shocking.

The two that I remember best:

The Rwandan army was recruiting children to fight. A UN army troop came across a church which, surprising, held a number of living tutsis. As the army went into the church to rescue the survivors, a number of child fighters appeared and opened fire. The commander had to decide then and there whether to order his soldiers to return fire. He did.

Dallaire used this story as an example for planning ahead. Like, the commander should already have known that he might encounter child soldiers and should have known whether to fire back or not. He should not have been making that decision on the field. Okay, that is a pretty heavy example for planning ahead.

The second story was also about planning ahead. Apparently, rape is used as an act of war, more to intimidate the opposing side than to get any pleasure. After raping whole villages the women, usually dead but sometimes barely alive, would be thrown into pits. Occasionaly, UN troops would come across these pits and find the dead and dying women. The first time it happened, the commander had to radio back to Dallaire to ask whether the soldiers should just move along (the women were going to die regardless) or to jump in the whole and comfort the women as they died. The HIV rate is incredibly high and the soldiers would be putting themselves at very high risk of exposure by jumping in the pit.

Dallaire said before he could make a decision, the commander called back to say it was inconsequential because the Canadian soldiers had already jumped in (afterwards, Dallaire asked all the commanders of the countries that had sent troops to Rwanda – all said that they would just move on except Canada, the Netherlands and Guyana.)

Those were the anecdotes. Now for analysis:

It was obviously terrible over there. The UN tried to help (Dallaire did not blame the UN in his speech, in fact he specifically removed blame from them - he blamed countries for not sending their mandated troops and mainly the US) but public opinion was not pro-intervention (because of Somalia).

What this comes down to, according to Dallaire said, is feelings of relative worth. As crazy as it seems, 900,000 foreigners may not be worth, according to public opinions, the lives of a few of your own citizens.

In fact, from wikipedia:

“Dallaire ordered ten Belgian soldiers (whom he considered his best men) to protect the new prime minister, Agathe Uwilingiyimana. The soldiers were intercepted by Hutu extremists and taken hostage, after which Madame Agathe and her husband were killed. Later that day, the Belgian soldiers were found brutally murdered. Belgium was outraged that Dallaire had put its soldiers in such danger, and promptly withdrew its forces.”

Belgium withdrew its forces?

This is a really important topic, because this relative worth thing comes up constantly. The excess of energy we use, the toxic waste we ship to china, the farmed food we consume. All of it makes our lives a little better and make the lives of foreigners and the lives of our future generations (pseudo-foreigners – they don’t live here yet) much worse. This is not as immediately drastic as not sending troops to save lives, but it will have the same effect.

The more passive murder we can work on, and hopefully will, although I certainly like my creature comforts. The more active murder we have to deal with.

My friend Jon Cooper writes in his blog, “We are failing the “Rwanda Test”. In response to well-documented ethnic cleansing, resulting in massive human suffering and mortality, the response of the UN and the international community has been appallingly, comprehensively impotent. The AU Peace and Security Council has the “The preparedness of the Government the Sudan to accept the deployment of a UN operation in Darfur” as its first condition for a UN deployment. Given the active role of Omar Bashir’s government in instigating and perpetuating the massacre, it is unlikely this condition can be met any time soon.”

He also writes, “Even as thousands die every day, we bow to sovereignty.” He thinks, and perhaps rightly so, that this is more a policy thing, a problem dictated by laws and mandates. I think it is much worse. I think that our inability to care about those not directly linked to us is going to be our downfall. This is all economics. Externalities are not being taking into account. The suffering of other people is a big fucking externality.

Read Jon’s post.

Friday, April 07, 2006

oh my god.

in honour of some of my intrepid friends:

worms in some guy's colon.

oh god, why?

Monday, April 03, 2006

nyp1

it is very early monday morning and I am sitting in the toronto bus terminal after just having a long conversation with a older irish homeless drug addict who would not admit that he was not going back to ireland as soon as he got his passport from ottawa. I am somewhat confused as to whether he is in denial or has his story down so well that it just feels wrong to deviate from it. He was intelligent and obviously missed ireland. i wonder how he ended up here.

last night I was in NY. Nicholls and I planned a mini-vacation and met up. We could not have picked a better weekend. The sun was out and the weather was gorgeous the entire weekend (well, except for one rained-out patio breakfast which, in all fairness, we were willing to endure). We stayed at Sahm's place on an amazing street called St. Mark's. It was so quintessentially community. We would sit outside on the fire escape, basking in the sun, and just watch the multitude of people and types do their thing.

It was a high school reunion with Colin, Mike, Francey, Sahm and I (and both Dan Otero and Gilbert Nye were on the cell phone at some point in the weekend). It is relatively unusual to have such a close high school clase, I think. Most people seemed to have hated high school.

So, what did we do? It can be summed up succinctly with the word consumption. We ate and drank a lot. Colin noted that ovens in NY are usually used for storage.

Friday's festivities started out at 3:00 with margaritas at a small mexican place across from S's with C, F and M. They had 2-for-1 drinks, so we had 4 each. By 4:00, the conversation had turned to sex. F noted that it was way to early to be having that conversation. Somehow that initial drinking binge lasted until 4 in the morning. We went to a back room bar where a minor celebrity was in an even more back room. I tried to convince a girl that we could get in if she came with me. We continued on to a japanese themed bar where we worked really hard to get a seat in an somewhat coveted area and the onto Francey's work where it was decided that the full plates of food on the table next to us were probably up for grabs. They were not. We determined this when the owners came back from the bathroom to find their food on our table. Francey brought us a lot of alcohol. Silly francey. Onto a bar where we apparently met Sahm's girlfriend and colin and i realised that we were too good for other people. This is where my recollections end. According to sahm, after a few more bars, we ended up back at his house where he and I ate ice cream and watched porn. I am skeptical but know it could be true.

Next day. Hangover. Breakfast outside fails. We hold off starting to drink until 6 when we have retardly expensive margaritas at a terrible place called Senor Swankys. We are surrounded by drunk jocks. We realised we are in the middle of a giant Greenwich Village pub crawl. We try to join but it is too late, so we just drink in the same bars. Back to Sahm's. We head out around midnight after taking in 8th and Ocean. TV is terrible.

To a small bar where I force mike to do a whisky drink keg stand. I forget that he is tall and ungainly. People are kicked. We leave. We find a matress which entertains us for at least 10 minutes. It entertains everyone around us. I find my own personal bar. There were actually attractive single ladies sitting at the bar drinking just waiting to be picked up, picked up. I decided that it would be my local if I ever moved to the city. Then to the final bar of the night, where I ended up pouring B52s because the bartendress did not understand layering. Talked to Sahm's girlfriend for hours. Walked home. No porn.

Next day was the best. The whole crew met up, ostensibly to go furniture shopping, but francey, mike, colin and I took the soccer ball and disk into central park. We wandered for hours looking for green space. It doesn't exist so we improvised. When an uncaught throw hit a lady in the head, we knew it was time to leave. Whole Foods in the rotunda and then a walk home. We didn't go to any museums, any special shows. In fact, the weekend was pretty ordinary, but there is just so much life.

Still, I couldn't live there. No green space, no outdoor soccer. I would go nuts.


posturing

after some agressive posturing on my part about how I was going to purchase expensive new york clothing to allow me to lord over my more provincial friends, my natural impecunious nature resulted in the purchase of only 1 item of clothing: a single, small, white, $3, "I heart NY" t-shirt. I will never wear it, but whimsy got the best of me.

the slogan is apparently registered. so don't go around saying that you heart new york without a good team of lawyers.

Monday, March 27, 2006

tucker max is a bad influence

I was introduced somewhat recently to the entertaining writings of one Tucker Max. If you haven't heard of him, you should check out his blog. He is a drunk, philandering asshole who got a book deal.

Anyway, I think he is great.

So, I was in Toronto with Mark and Leslie and we started off the night doing various shots of everything. Wine, vodka, bourbon, etc. We seemed to be matching shot for shot, but I soon realised that I was slurring and they were not. I tried to hide it.

We left the apartment. I am not sure where we were going, but we did have our squash racquets.

We came across a graffiti covered alley and stopped to play squash. I believe the allay was actually a garage for ambulances because every now and then an ambulance would leave from the garage behind me. The paramedics were, as I remember, nice. And I was nice to them. Squash continued.

Strangers, coming across a tall curly headed man and his obviously drunk friend playing squash in an alley from where ambulances were emerging, stopped in interest. Matt's emulation of TM started. I told everyone who stopped, in no uncertain terms, to Fuck Off, because we were trying to play a fucking squash game. I yelled at them until they left. It was pretty funny. Apparently, some of the fake anger was lost because I couldn't stop laughing. Still, they left.

We moved onto a bar which had obviously been the site of some sort of reception, or at least that is what makes the most sense because I found a bunch of great food scattered around the place and brought it back to our table. I mean like full plates of vegetables and dip. The friends didn't exactly like me stealing food but they didn't exactly not eat it.

I faded pretty quickly after that. But I think I can build up a better tolerance. And then I could be an asshole all night. I am way too nice a guy.

The next day, with my mother, I went out to the Art Gallary of Ontario, went to an excellent Italian restaurant (we had risotto), went swimming and was in bed by 12. The next, next day Mark, Leslie, my mother and I went for yummy breakfast and then we went to Niagra Falls. See what I mean? Too nice. I haven't yelled at any strangers for like 3 days. Terrible.

niagara

I have been.

What a strange place. The falls are, as expected, beautiful, but the city and culture that has sprung up around it is incredibly weird.

Casino's and Spiderman Rides and Butterfly Gardens and Parrots. All things I would expect to be related to a large waterfall.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

in online

According to Ian Davis, the managing director of McKinsey (guess where I have been spending my online time) "12 per cent of American newlyweds last year met online."

What?

12% is like 250,000 - 300,000 marriages.

I think that is a tad depressing. I have a few friends and acquaintances who are out exploring the world (zeemer: ASIA!!!) and lament the fact that people in North America are not as friendly or outgoing with strangers as they are in other places. I brushed it off because it is so easy to make friends in all of the life experiences I have had so far (travelling, university, roomate filled accomodation) but 12% is a scary figure. 12% of people obviously looking for a long term relationship had to resort to anonymous communication to actually meet a person.

Shit ... we have to introduce more community. Grandparents first, then strangers. There is no reason why people cannot be meeting people around them.

Of course, I hate it when strangers bug me. Fucking strangers. I am reading something asshole. Can't you see the fucking earphones?

Whatever happened to that book project where everyone was supposed to read the same book so we would have something in common other than a general feeling of distaste for americans?

People should be required to talk on buses. I am going to start talking to people on buses. I will tell you how it goes.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

posting problems

some (lots) of all y'all have no real idea what my past and future chemistry research involves. I won't be doing it for much longer, but here is an accessible piece about the future of the research.

NAMD, the simulation program to which they refer, uses the CHARMM force field. I will be working on a competing force field, AM1.

floating furniture

i want all my furniture to be floating:

in the heat of the night

Montreal was freaking great. The city itself is dirty as fuck, although that is probably due to the recent thaw. They have the parisian mindset that dogs can shit everywhere and humans just have to deal with it. The best part is when you see bags of dog shit on the pavement - the owners were considerate enough to bag but still just left the bag on the street.

The architecture and graffiti are so interesting. I was staying at a place in the plateau and the buildings are all gorgeous. I think I am going to try and find a place there. It will be expensive, but it is close to everything fun.

The people I hung out with were all medical students and were just great. Extremely smart, interesting, accomplished and excited. They all loved what they were doing. I felt good in their midst. I think they liked me. They better have fucking liked me. Why is medical school still a draw? fucking medical school. Two of the people I met and spent a long time talking to were both around 28 and in their second year. They had been teachers for 5 years before moving onto medicine. so, in conclusion, who knows.

The miami vice theme (which was the theme of the main party) was great. To prepare we spent a few hours dressing up at Value Village and then we played Miami Vice drinking games. Miami vice, it turns out, is a great show. The drinking game is hard. Tubbs never talks. Nobody got my joke about Tubbs telling people that his name was Mr. Tubbs. Come on. He is a black detective from the south. Fuck em. Miami Vice is corrupting. I think I may change my wardrobe to miami vice.

The weekend was marked by excessive meat consumption. I broke my vegetarianism a little, but not as much as expected. I had told myself that I could make an exception for a Shwartz's (sp?) Smoked Meat Sandwich, but when I got into the restaurant I couldn't order. I settled for a bite of a friends. It was amazingly tatsy, but didn't feel right. I may really be a vegetarian. Damn. I made up for the lack of meat by consuming an unhealthy amount of cheese. We hit up a cheese market and I picked up 4 great cheeses for 10 bucks. I am in trouble. We also bought loads of regional beers. I am in trouble on that front as well. Regional beers are hit or miss but when they hit - wow.

We had to stay in montreal an extra day because two or our tires were
slashed. We think they were slashed at Value Village and because our car had Ontario plates. Mark, the guy we stayed with, thinks it might have been because he shot an unseen dirty look at a bunch of french teens. Mark has issues.

photos should be posted shortly.

Monday, March 13, 2006

brief brief brief

just got back from montreal, a day late because out car tires were slashed, with an embarrasing story:

we drove to montreal in leslie's parent's truck, which they very nicely lent to us. back in toronto, we dropped the car off and engaged in small talk with the parents. as we were talking, their small poodle-esque dog came in and did the excited small dog thing. I picked it up because it was adorable.

the rest of the weekend, it is important to stress, was a cat weekend. Battle-cat and Gunther ruled the apartment we stayed at in montreal. they were also adorable and needed to be picked up. cats, i have been told more than once, always land on their feet, so I had no problem dropping the cats when I was bored of them. they did always land on their feet. everything was great.

this dog was cat size. and when I bored of it, I dropped it. Dogs are not as agile in the air as cats.

leslie and friend looked at me in amazement, the mother stared daggers at me and the father said, and I quote, 'if that was my dog, i would have punched you.'

and to make things worse, the dog just kept growling at me. he hated me.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

to the vector go the spoils

It's long-ish, but is charmingly british. or maybe charmingly 1965. top grossing films in 1965. the sound of music won an academy award? who knew.

this is great. all of their songs are great.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

return of innocence

So here is the problem:

first we have the attempts to take away the most basic of women's rights. (or earlier last century)

And secondly we have Ave Maria Town, the brain child of Dominos Pizza founder Tom Monaghan where, if Tom has his way, will be devoid of "the pill or the condoms or contraception." He owns the land where Ave Marie Town will sit (and he apparently owns Ave Marie University - it has a shitty law school) and therefore seems to believe that he can completely control the town.

I have no problem with religion. In fact, I think it is one of the greatest things we had to invent. I have no problem with disliking abortion. If I ever came to the conclusion that fetuses are alive, I would be anti-abortion as well. I assume that most would. Being anti-condom use is more difficult. The Vatican has some pretty arguments but ultimately it leads to the conclusion that all people should abstain until marriage whereby they produce babies! babies! babies!

My main problem with the South Dakota ruling and the Ave Maria Town Plan is that it is 'encouraging' moral behavior without understanding that moral behavior requires choice or free will (simplified I know, but the situation makes it simple.) These affected actors, if they cannot have an abortion or buy birth control, are not acting morally. So what is the point?

I have nothing to say on this that hasn't been said. It kinda frustrates me. It is an impossibly complex problem. Originality is the key. So we need original ideas for this problem.

I have one: All males will be made psuedo-sterile at puberty by use of something like one of these(I prefer SMA) (and look what I found. weird.) The sterility device can be removed and reapplied freely. Sex education will be taught aggressively from an early age on (very aggressively) to teach kids about STDs (because this is one of the Vatican's arguments: if you remove the 'kid' deterrent, then sex, and STDs, will be rampant. Damn vatican and their fear of non-abstinence sex education. I hate them so much.) If anyone wants to have kids, the sterility device will be removed. This act will have a legal name and will be like marriage, although people can still get married with the device on.

No wait, this doesn't work. What about women who change their mind after becoming pregnant?

Okay, new plan. Women will be informed of their pregnancy by way of a light somewhere inconspicuous on their body. The womb and egg will have been genetically engineered such that, after the egg is cracked open by the sperm, but before the egg is fertilized, they whole system goes into suspended animation. This is when the light goes on, the appropriate hormones are released and a kicking balloon starts to grow (the women has to be fooled into thinking that the baby is growing (even though she knows it is not) so that the end result is not a shock). At any point up to the nine months, the woman can abort the process. Since there was never a real baby, nobody died (in anyone's mind). If the woman decides to go through with it, then the suspended animation is removed, a period of rapid, but safe and healthy futuristic baby growth occurs (15 minutes or so) and, bang, we have a new kid.

perfect.

well, it doesn't really address the issue of religious folk's dislike of sex out of wedlock, but I can't fix everything.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

spelling

After receiving 4 reports of how my misspellings (or misspellings in my life) are upsetting people (in less than a week), I have come to the realisation that computers and science have destroyed my literary abilities.

or at least, they have destroyed how much I care about language. I have to admit that I have let my spelling ability lapse since I started doing everything on the computer. It is not that I don't know how to spell the words, it is just that I don't think about it as much when I am typing. And, if the communication is informal, I often refrain from using the spell check.

technological crutches - they are somewhat ubiquitous. That, in itself, is an interesting discussion, which can be saved until later.

I guess, based on this deluge of criticism, I will have to throw the crutch away. No more spell check for Matt. Just pure, unadulterated ability. to spell.

Thanks Sahm, Sam, Pat and that asshole tristamshandy9000. god, do I hate that asshole. good thing I don't allow anonymous blogging or I bet that guy would be all over this place.