Notes on Men-men

Men-men is my youngest's imaginary friend. At first I thought it was totally adorable, but Cassidy is far too clever a child to have an imaginary friend. I don't mean to say imaginary friends are a bad thing for a child, but in this case, where Men-men is responsible for her not eating her fruits and veggies, leaving large messes all over the house and forcing her to say things like "Peas taste like shit", one has to think Men-men's life on this earth may be coming to an abrupt halt.

On the Election

Congrats America on voting in as your president a man with some brains. Its been many years since we've been able to say that. I don't know whats worse; a blunt prez or a robot prime minister.

Le School

Just finished a big research essay on Liberia and "conflict" resources. What an eye-opener and how utterly depressing. What freaked me out is that people actually believe that if we didn't have a shithole in the world to plunder our lives would be way less cushy. Stupid humans. I thought that gun runners like Victor Bout would be more responsible for the problems, but it is foreign policy thats really messing things up. Even the UN used a known arms dealer for transportation as did humanitarian aids. The whole concept of "relief aid" is crap too. It is set up to appear to help, but in reality it is still designed to keep countries dependent. Most of that aid goes into infrastructure so multinationals can access resources. And yes, a lot of the governments are corrupt, but who helped these people get into power in the 1st place. Give a person just enough money to throw the country into civil war and any "help" you give goes a long way into filling the lining of your pockets with diamonds. If I ever become a very rich man I will set up a private militia to wipe out the evil empire in Africa.

Thoughts on Procrastination

Get back to me tomorrow, k.

A Wisp of Willow

Met my niece in person yesterday which totally rocks. Holding a newborn in your arms brings back so many memories. The next best part of meeting Willow is talking with my sis about the awesome power of creating life. Its an exclusive club this baby making and you can try to explain to a non-parent what the deal is, but they can't grasp it beyond a concept. When you talk to another parent about birth there is a connection and a knowing and you get the full effect of "holy shit we made this".

Mr Prime Minister

Recently I had to take part in an "re-enactment" of the 1968 French demonstrations that nearly saw the government of France toppled. It almost worked, but when crunch time came the protesters missed their moment with no clear plan of what to do next. I got to play Prime Minister Pompidou and scored one of the highest marks in the class. When asked how I accomplished such a high grade I answered "Easy. I said everything everyone wanted to hear without promising anything."

Back....Maybe...Who Know

I have forgotten about my blog as some have noticed. And to those who have not noticed, you aren't reading my blog anyways and therefore not reading this now, so there is no point in addressing you further. You can always count on me to throw something nonsensical into the mix. I digress. School has pretty much taken over that other part of life not inhabited by family and my Eve addiction. I am full time at Laurier now and the workload is pretty heavy. It is a very depressing study that I find myself taking part in. The world is amazingly insane beyond that thin veil of ideology the majority of populations cling to. Maybe I should have gotten a trade after all, so I could have just gotten a good job and could have ignored the world around me or at least contained it a bit better. I miss being ignorant.

Meh

Same old Braids huh.