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.

Monday, February 13, 2006

shit, son

some of my friends are having more fun than others:



check out Enabler's label. some good stuff going on.

now, must work out how not to miss it.

am going to toronto next weekend with the goal of seeing Skeletwinz, which should somewhat recreate the night I am looking for. I wont be surrounded by drunk friends, but I will have negin and she is 10 times as cool as any of you. especially you. man, do I miss drunk friends.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

videos are just great

This may work.



and apparently it does. this really opens up a whole new world for me. I wish I hadn't started with this video but, you know.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

flim flam

I participated in a human rights conference this weekend. Two of the guest speakers (from CAW/MiningWatch and UFCW) were excellent and inspiring. They were not idealists (which all the student participants were) but realists. They knew they could make a difference, but not change the world, and were happy to be doing their part. I think. That is what I got from them anyway.

Of course, with any discussion of human rights, the scarcity issue rears its ugly mug. It is really frustrating that generating an ounce of gold can result in many tons of toxic waste:

Gold extraction produces more waste than any other mining activity. In fact, 99.9% of dug material is useless, as there are only 1 to 3 grams of gold in each ton of rocks. This "micro-gold", so to speak, can be found virtually anywhere, also in Europe. Searching for micro-gold in Europe, however, is out of question, and rightly so. Mining companies, most of which come from Canada, the United States and Australia, engage in gold extraction only where there are no strict environmental laws. Native populations, who depend on land and water for survival, are the victims of mining companies' craving for profit.

Big-scale industrial exploitation of gold sources started at the beginning of the 1970s, with the development of the cyanide gold lye-washing technique. In Nevada, cyanide gold lye-washing was used for the first time by Newmont. Today, industrial gold extraction is unthinkable without cyanide.

Sodium cyanide, a salt of hydrocianic acid, is a quick-effect poison. Dissolved in water, it immediately kills any life form. Cyanide is useful in the process of gold extraction because its molecules alloy to themselves particles of gold that are present in rocks. First, huge piles of ground rocks are imbued with cyanide solution. Subsequently, in a chemical processing plant, gold is refined and divided from the remaining minerals. Huge quantities of cyanide are used in this process: several tons per day, depending on the size of the mine and on the quantity of gold contained in the rocks.

Science came up with one option (although this was discovered in 1998 so who knows what stage it is at now - a cursory glance gives nothing):

Dr Peter Franzmann and Mr Matthew Stott of CSIRO Land and Water and CSIRO Minerals have identified several new species of native microbes able to break down the thiocyanate formed from the cyanide used to extract gold.

The project is funded by the Western Australian Government through its WA Innovation Support Scheme (WAISS), which fosters small innovative enterprises in the State.

Anyway, this is not the point. The point is that, still, even with everything we know, there are mining companies (and we extrapolate out to many different types of companies) destroying entire ecosystems in search of profit. While I can be somewhat swayed by arguments regarding oil/steel etc. - that we really do need these commodities in our modern industrial world, I am not so easily swayed by gold. We don't need gold.

Now, this is pretty naive of me. We have an incredibly interconnected economic system, where gold (jewelry) is an important part and can not easily be cut out. But, there is something that doesn't sit well with a destructive process that does not result in any real gains.

I guess the issue is of selfishness. This is a pretty big issue for me right now. I have no idea how the future will play out, but I assume it is going to be scary. I mean America is planning on selling off its forests to raise money for rural schools. They will get a billion and only sell less than 1% of the forests owned by the government, but still. It seems dangerous. The richest nation in the world should not need to sell off its natural resources for what is a pretty small amount of money. A billion bucks is ~$2.50 from each person in the states. Not much money at all. This seems like a desperate cry for help.

Stats on the american economy:
  • The national personal saving rate has plunged to an average of 1% in 2004, shockingly below the 7% average for the last three decades.
  • The unified federal budget is running a deficit equal to about 3.5% of gross domestic product.
  • Outlays for Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, now 8% of gross domestic product, will climb to somewhere near 13% by 2030 as the baby boom generation ages and retires.
  • U.S. current account deficit, a measure of how much more is bought from foreigners than is sold to them, has climbed to 6% of gross domestic product.
Now, maybe there will not be an economic collapse (although many think there will be) but Buffett says that at least 3% of output will be required to pay the interest on the massive amount of money lent to the states. And if the States ever want to get out of debt, it would require a huge decline in U.S. consumption with disastrous consequences for the global economy and the lives of U.S. workers and retirees. If it is not paid off the the already-projected squeeze on health care and education spending just gets worse.

Okay, I am getting off topic, but these disparate things are all connected. I've heard that the fear of nuclear annihilation caused the baby boomers to act strangely, to consume more than they should have because they figured they weren't going to live. Same deal with the babies being born 9 months after 9/11. When humans get scared that their lives are going to end/change-for-the-worse, they do all the things they wanted to do. No regrets. Then, if the world doesn't end then we, unfortunately, have really fucked things up. It seems to me that, for a while now (like 20-30 years), the media has been scaring the shit out of us (global warming, terrorists, etc.) and so we feel (perhaps justifiably) that the world is not going to survive as we know it (ask your friends if they think that our current way of life is sustainable). Therefore we have to live in the moment. Have as much fun as possible. Which, ultimately, leads to a self-fufilling prophecy.

The problem I have is that I am not sure I care. "Why won't somebody think of the children" is a well worn battle cry, but should we think about the children? Maybe it is right (or at least not wrong) that we consume as much as possible. We have all these objective and subjective truths thrown at us all the time. Subjective truths are pretty meaningless. Objective truths can't be known by us and if they are, the person who knows them is likely to be a modern Cassandra.

I'll take the wind out of the next paragraph by stating that I do care about people. Quite a bit. Even strangers. But should I care about other people? Should I care about children/the future? By the by, children don't make people happy. I thought that was strange. Genetic urges to procreate also result in general unhappiness. Our minds suck. I was talking to fenris (in the future) and he is pretty happy that he doesn't believe that we have a future at all. It allows him to act the way he does (although I am not sure exactly how that is - he seems to have his head screwed on pretty well).

Before editing, I did go onto to talk about: Soma, Big Brother, Logan's Run, "Half a Life" and "Benevolent Dictatorship" but I have been typing for a while and they were all sort of badly interconnected and rambly. I will post further thoughts later. This blog thing is fun/stupid-waste-of-time.

I made 4 boxes of Kraft dinner last night. I have food for a week (edit: just finished it. it is sunday. I am gross).

Thursday, February 09, 2006

i wrote an email:

and it was interesting to me. Mainly the space based solar panels and massive deposits on everything. Invest the deposit money and the government has funds for social projects. It is just plain brilliant. I also want to make a documentary on the medical school application process. Anyone interested?

meh,

I wouldn't worry too much about the problems of entitlement (although I do and all the time! although mainly in the I-have-to-be-successful-in-the-eyes-of-others-
because-I-have-been-given-so-much kind of way) or of travelling.

In fact, it seems likely that having a large number of the members of a developed country with true knowledge of how other people live is a beneficial thing. With that knowledge one can act in a, hopefully, beneficial way. If you only know North America, you will probably be much more wasteful because it is easy and acceptable.

You are right in saying that the way we live in the west is much more detrimental to the non-developed countries. That is extremely unfortunate. I find that I cant escape from the guilt of my actions very easily. In fact, waste reduction is the reason I went into chemistry. Only now do I realise that I am completely bored by chemistry. Oh well, at least I tried. And I have always argued that we should not have a garbage service. Seeing waste has to be the best way to convince folk to reduce their waste. I think we should have huge deposits on everything that can be potentially thrown out. Improve recycling techniques, introduce huge deposits so that all waste to scavenged and we will decrease our waste output by a huge amount.

I think we have realised that we have fucked things up already, the waste we produce is not going to decrease any time soon and there is nowhere for it to go. Science (and perhaps the above policy) are the only options. I want to argue pretty forcefully that science will save us. Lots of people, like our beloved Tippi, are not so sure. In fact, I believe he is distinctly unsure. It is hard to argue against (impossible even) because the shit has hit the fan and I can only repeat the "science" mantra. Ray Kurzweil and The Singularity is Near. If so, we have hope. If not, well shit.

It is depressing but, hey, there you go!

In that vein, you might as well travel as much as possible. We are destructive but curious little creatures. Might as well have fun while you can.

matt

ps, we may be able to save ourselves if we can generate lots of energy. The sun is our best source. I suggest a complicated net of space-based solar panels. Beam the energy back. Then we could do what ever we want, because with never ending and non-polluting sources of energy we would be invicible. Well, I would. You would still have the whole Lower Spine issue.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

the uninhibited grace of a dirty squirrel

well kids,

I have spent an extremely unagonizing weekend analyzing the future. I, perhaps, have too much time on my hands. For now. It will undoubtedly change.

I did go out on Friday, which some of you may be happy about. But it may have been a one-off event. It was fun, definitely, but I need a more solid group here. I made a friend who ended up being from Toronto and is totally useless here. If I had realised that earlier I would have focused my friend-making energies on more local people. I did chat with one french guy who had some interesting things to say. I will likely look him up, but he is a ridiculous womaniser (like all french people) so I will not be able to do any sort of bar scene with him. It is just annoying. Making friends with people not directly related to what you are doing is an interesting problem. Much harder to do than expected, although there is definitely an issue of time. I am only here for 3 more months. If I had longer I wouldn't be worrying.

We ended up at a terrible R&B club. I would have left immediately but I found, and thrived in, the marginalized techno section. I don't know how people dance to R&B. One guy had his fingers in his mouth and was pulling down his bottom lip so as to bear his teeth the entire time, which I equated to that terrible "brush your shoulders off" fad. Perhaps someone could enlighten me to why he was doing it. The rest of the people were slowing grinding or trying to dance excitedly to music which didn't encourage excitement. I like listening to rap music, on my own, but I cannot dance to it. Too slow. Repetitive but slow. Repetitive and fast is golden.

My hair is too long for dancing.

My roomate was supposed to take me out last night but I have decided that he is going to be totally useless on that front. Bastard.

Anyway, I seem to be heading down a path towards law school, although I fight it at every turn. My main google searches are along the lines of "lawyers canada hate lives" and "tired of being a lawyer." Still, for the people that like it, it is certainly liked. And I assume I would be a great lawyer. I enjoy arguing. That is enough, right?

The other options are all great but will take time and I am feeling paralyzed by age, which is retarded but the truth. I am pretty sure I will be the oldest undergrad from my high school class (not including those who went back for a second degree). I have done a fair amount since high school and was not discouraged by my status until the love affair with chemistry died (which it did somewhat suddenly in a jellifying experience at godfre's house - sorry godfre, I didn't mean to become jelly). Now I have spent a good chunk of time (and am still spending that time) doing something that bores me. I can only imagine how this feels to career changers in their later years. It must be horrifying and exceedingly difficult to get out.

Luckily, all is not lost yet for chemistry. I always knew that I was interested in computational chemistry but my last two work terms, in an attempt to "branch out," have not been in that field. The boredom may be a result of that. Next semester I will be going to Montreal to work at Merck Frosst in computational chemistry and I am still excited to go there. I am hoping it will reinvigorate my desire to do chemistry.

And I have sorted out all the requirements to go back to school and prepare myself for medical school, which is where all my premed/med school friends say I should be. Of course, they may tell everyone that being in love with their chosen profession. This plan is the most tenuous of them all. At least with law school, if I do well on the LSATs I can be somewhat assured of acceptance.

Med school? forget about it. I assume I would interview well, but all the people I know who are med school bound are at least as awesome as me, if not awesomer. The odds (although I hate calling them that) of getting an interview are small. The odds (now I feel better about the term) of getting in from the interview are still small. It is ridiculous how much is based on the interview (well that is not true, it is important to get a feel for a person outside of what they are able to write in their PS). People have off days or the admissions folk you get could just not like you while different admission people could have needed to have your babies.

Of course there is always furniture design and the clothing store (my dad was not happy about the clothing store idea and therefore that is the path I should probably pursue!).

Now, while this may seem like a ridiculous number of potential paths (and I have not yet mentioned psychology, applied chemistry, architecture school, actuarial science, dentistry and international business - all of which I have looked into.) it is unfortunately completely consistent with my frustrating, frustrating personality. My undergrad is just as scattered: started in business, moved to chemistry and philosophy, finishing in chemistry and economics.

I want to be a renaissance man. I have no desire to focus. In fact, it is anathema to me. I don't want to do it. Of course, I am coming to the realization that it is somewhat impossible. Perhaps journalism would give me the breadth I desire. Add it to the list. I have a certain amount of potential which I am determined not to squander. And I am in the process of figuring out how to do that.

suggestions would be most welcome.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

shocking turn of events

there are times in one's life where things just all around stop making sense.

I have always been the anti-business science guy. One only has so much time and intellect and it is that person's responsibility to put his/her time towards the betterment of mankind. Now, our friend Midgley showed some of the problems with that and it is okay to admit that science has had a pretty dubious run. Science, the cause of and solution to, all of man's problems.

Anyway, my issue now is that the limited scope of my research has become untenable. It seems to me that it would be more frustrating to be in science and have to spend your life looking at one small part of a the initially larger problem you were first interested in. Of course, this is a new feeling and may pass, or, hopefully, can be diffused by finding a grad program that will encourage my renaissance nature.

I need a future that allows scope. Unfortunately, that term is relative. What I need to be is a journalistic-research-soldier.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

lightness of being

staying with godfrey in rochester, NY.

i expected this town to be tiny. Godfrey is a big liar. it is huge. and, apparently, he is taking me to gay bar this evening. he hates dancing but knows that I like it. but why he is taking me to a gay bar I don't know.

why won't people accept that I am straight?

finally finished the brief history of everything. Science is great, but is damn scary. temperature changes of 15 degrees on average in 20 years (actually happened in the past). we would we screwed. yellowstone is a giant underground volcano, which is definitely shifting (a lake was empties recently). equally screwed.

there is also some thought that the gulf stream will be affected by global warming such that northern europe would experience localised cooling. a colder england would be completely impossible.

i want to be friends with an intelligent bird. you know how you get definite feelings of perspective on life when you go somewhere high, because suddenly you can see how big the world is and how little you are. Well, we only get brief glimpses of that, but birds have it all the time. I bet an intelligent bird would be totally resonable and cool to chat with.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

a day in the life of ...

it was desperately cold today. it was also the day I decided not to wear a sweater because the previous days had been so mild. Hume would have laughed.

the area near my house is an industrial complex which is still growing, resulting in half built factories. the ground is frozen and there is a scattering of snow. I cannot walk by the area without imagining "One Day in the life of Ivan Denisovich." Until I turn the corner and see the Tim Horton's sign. where was that when you needed it, Solzhenitsyn?

apparently, UW has a bit more life than the folks at UVic. The student union building at UVic was a pretty boring place to be, only occasionally lit up by protest, but I spent a very pleasant day reading about everything in the strangely named Student Life Building at UW. Over the course of a few hours, I was exposed to the UW Gamers Society performing loud atonal karoke (I believe it was Celine Dion's "I will always love you" that was rewarded with the most boisterous performance) which was subsequently drowned out by hindi dance music blasted over the loud speakers, followed by some interesting couch wars before I was driven out by Disney jeopardy and the titillating promise of both Shrek movies.

I may go back for the shrek movies.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

where have I seen these kids?

check out the kids in this link.

I swear that I saw those kids on advertisements in Victoria but I have never heard of Junior Achievement. If I had to guess, I would say bus time table, but that might be wrong.

They are generic benetton kids. They are everywhere. They scare me.

the destiny of inventiveness

I want to invent things to save the world but I worry about destroying the world by accident.

Take, for example, Thomas Midgley Jr.

He, while working for GM, discovered that lead additives to gasoline would stop engines from knocking. We know now that lead poisoning is terrible and, even though Midgley had to take time off to recover from lead poisoning, he still held a press conference where he inhaled the fumes from tetraethyl lead (the additive) for 60 seconds to convince the world that his additive was safe. Of course it wasn't and eventually banned. Midgley apparently privately admitted that lead was bad in his later years and worked to make amends for introducing it.

His amending took the form of developing a non-toxic and non-explosive gas to be used in the place of dangerous gases that used to fill refrigerators and heat pumps. His extremely successful invention? CFCs.

Midgley is said by some to have "had more impact on the atmosphere than any other single organism in earth history."

I hope I am not a Midgley.

Monday, January 02, 2006

trial and error

apparently all the pizza toppings I requested are available at the other pizza joint. many apologies to Waterloo. you are a suitably urban town.

ah, house deconstructionism

waterloo is a go.

I arrived early yesterday. Since I was expecting -40 and snow up to my neck, I was pleasantly surprised by the rather temperate -1. I was supposed to head straight into toronto and visit with negin but i was ridiculously hung over. While I only distinctly remember drinking a bottle of wine plus a little champagne, I also have a slight recollection of Newell striding in with a bottle of crown royal. After that I remeber saying, just once, "wow, my drink is strong."

The rest of the party, for me, consisted of dancing retardedly, fast paced conversations, chanting my mother's name (other people did it with me), and breaking asher's house because I thought (1) someone had already started it and (2) it was funny. I devolved into a frat-boy. I busted a wall with my head.

While this would, in a previously life, have been something I would have been loudly proud of, I am now a renaissance man and, as far as I can tell from extremely exhaustive research, no renaissance men were ever house-breakingly drunk (by the by, that is my new adjective for really drunk. It used to be "retardedly drunk" but "house-breakingly drunk" is much more evocative).

My new house is well located across from two pizza joints and two coffee shops (including a tim hortons which is almost as prevalent as churches here, at least from my observations on the drive in, although the churches are quite a bit bigger. I may have driven through god-district though and godly men have no need for stimulants or crulers).

An initial indication that vegetarianism is perhaps not as popular here occured when I went to get a pizza last night and asked for the vegetarian toppings. There were no sun-dried tomatoes, no spinach, no chevre, no artichoke hearts. What is this, the middle ages? Hello.

The house is sparcely furnished (and no TV currently!) and, supporting the stereotype of lonely engineering types, the magazines in the bathroom are FHM, Maxim and Electronic Gaming Monthly. I think I will fit in quite well. Although I am going to need my educational blogs more than ever. Jump on it, renaissance men.