Another Day a Few Less Dollars

I am lacking inspiration....so fucking frustrated


AHHHHHHHHHHHHH


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Ophelia3's Top 10 Lesbian Movies of All Time

In no particular order...

1) Better Than Chocolate
2) Girl Play
3) Bound
4) Fried Green Tomatoes
5) Lost and Delirious
6) Imagine Me and You
7) Chasing Amy
8) Aimee and Jaguar
9) Gia
10)Fire


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A Little Help From My friends

Political Spin; at its best is an annoying coat of white wash that the original sinful colour eventually bleeds through. At its worse is a never ending smoke screen blown up every available orifice of the electorate, a never ending barrage of sound bytes, stylized imagery and sweater vested promo shots that make it impossible to break from cover to actually see the scenery.

A couple of days ago we were victim of some either incredibly well thought out political spin or some not so planned, not so good political spin. Our Prime Minister took some time off from arguing with the opposition, visiting with Obama, and just generally trying to prevent a winter election to sing a little ditty with Yo Yo Ma for charity. A wonderfully sweatervested collective 'aww' moment for a man portrayed as somewhat cold and altogether...well..sweatervested.

And its not so much Harper's musical break that has me questioning his motives but rather his choice in tunes. The Beatles? Really? With A Little Help From My Friends? Seriously?

Seriously.

This from the man who said he was fighting a war against 1960's style drug culture. According to our PM "We are up against ... a culture that since the 1960s has at the minimum not discouraged drug use and often romanticized it, or made it cool." So now he's singing a Beatles song? (albeit one of the lesser 'druggie' songs in their repertoire).

All drug references aside, who are your Friends Mr Harper?
Students? Definitely not.
Small Business owners? Definitely not.
Pubic employees?
Farmers?

You live a pretty lonely life at the top their Stephen. Must be a hard life to live knowing that your only true friends are American Big Business Tycoons and Evangelical Pastors.

Well this blogger has only one thing to say about this whole political grandstand...

wouldn't 'You have a friend in Me' been a better choice? Its a Woodie Guthrie song, so plenty of political connotation there (dustbowl era music is scarily realistic in today's economic climate). And it would have gone hand in hand with the Mr. Rodgers sweatervest you seem so fond of wearing.

Keyboard Cowboys

Remember the 1990's film Hackers? Its quite irrelevant to this post other then it was the first place I heard the term 'Keyboard Cowboys'. I'm not sure if the writers were simply mistaken in the usage or if it, like many pop culture references, has simply evolved in meaning over time. A Keyboard cowboy is a blogger or message board commentator who insists on responding with a jarring tone of omnipotent expretise that is often false. Half the statements these self appointed guru's type they would never ever dare say in the midst of civilized debate/discussion. They are hidden behind a computer screen and we feel impervious to contradiction. And they drive me insane.

Sure, I too am hidden behind a monitor. But for those that now me outside the digital realm know that what I type I wouldn't hesitate to say to your face either. I am unabashedly political, controversial and not afraid of being corrected or disagreed with. So don't hide behind your keyboard, say things as you would if I was sitting across from you. Then you can sleep better at night knowing that you stuck to your guns, instead of taking the yellow bellied route of hiding.

Hippies and Cigarettes

I was on my way home from work the other day and as I was striding up the street I happened to get stuck behind some slow walking Hippies. Now this normally wouldn't be a problem, sometimes I need a reminder to take my time and enjoy the everyday things a little more; but it so happened that all three of these new century flower children were sucking back tobacco and tar from cigarettes. My usual response of instant irritation with being bombarded by toxins and the horrid smell of cigarettes was almost instantly overridden by a puzzling sense of incongruity. Here are three girls, dread locked, beaded, smelling of patchouli and chamomile (from what I gathered before they expelled the offending cloud of noxious gas) and decked out in hemp pants and organic cotton, fair trade t-shirts. So much about them screams flower power of the 60's and yet they're sucking on the very image of the vile corporation and capitalism. Could it be that in their nicotine bliss they are ignorantly unaware of the connotations of the small white stick in their hands? Are they that influenced by image?

These questions swirled around me in a foul cloud of second hand smoke as I slowed my pace to avoid stepping on their heals. It wasn't long before the stench overpowered my interest in the paradox and i slid my way in front of them. As the fresh valley air cleansed the tar from my lungs a new question entered my head:

Why are the Arts continually tied up with tobacco? And how can we divest our selves this black shroud?





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Thought Du Jour

There are more inmates then farmers in USA...


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THUNDER

To Descartes, one cloud falling

onto another. To the Greeks,

Zeus’s shield shaking, a forerunner

of Hopkins’ shook foil, that grandeur,

gathered and charged. For the native

tribes of the plains, Thunderbird’s

wings beating. Such magnified

oscillations are beyond us, yet

the very air we breathe is grumbling,

a succession of compressions,

negative and positive ions colliding,

as someone in the next room

is about to explode.

- Wendy Barker