Here I Get To Be Strange

To the sad woman who lives only in my imagination

I don’t know your name, but I see you walk by every day. I want to reach out to you, talk to you, get to know you. Where are you from, where are you going? Why are you so sad?

Perhaps it’s not you who is sad. Perhaps I am merely projecting my own thoughts and opinions onto you, ideas which you have no comprehension of. You have probably never seen me, staring out into the slow traffic as you walk by in the drizzling wet rain of spring. I can’t help but stare as you pass by the window, your body language inviting but guarded.

I would love to invite you in, make you some coffee, and find out everything there is to know about you. I want to make you happy, make you feel loved. I want you to know that despite all the sadness in the world, that you can still be happy. That would make me happy.

But I can’t. Because you don’t exist. Because that window through which I watch you is one in my own mind. And that’s the saddest thing about you.

A symphony of wonderous feeling

Image via Wikipedia

The flapping of wings, is all I hear. The city, all around me, is frozen. Silent. The cacophony of a million people stilled as if time itself were stopped. As if in a trance, I sit down at the table, but it’s as if someone else is moving my body. I am just here for the ride.

“You’re late,” she says.

I cannot deny her; I can’t see how any man could. She is not the prettiest, most attractive woman, no. But her eyes, her eyes and her voice, it is like witchcraft. Where she stares, I go, what she says, digs deep into the pit of my soul. I am but a vessel.

“You’re late,” she says.

It pierces me. She says it gently, softly, but it feels like I’ve been sliced deep across my chest. Her words, a whip with which to punish me, when she chooses, or a salve to heal my wounds. What weak will, mine.

“You’re late,” she says.

Hunter S. Thompson and Lester Bangs pontificate on the lack of gnosis

None of you have any sense. I don’t have sense. You have dollars and I have cents but that’s neither here nor there.

I heard the birds, whispering in my ears as I droned deep noises vibrating up from beneath the surface of the world. The core where I make my home. Where I sing my songs.

Do you understand what I’m saying here? There’s nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all, just what we think about but even that’s just a halucination. The Illuminati have swallowed their tongues and we create our own reality.

Angry angry angry. Nobody listens. They hear what they think but it’s just voices in their heads. Banging punching noise noise noise. I’ll hit you if you keep yelling, I’ll yell and yell and yell.

None of this makes sense. There is no sense here. Just words. No meaning. Where’s meaning? If you can find it show it to me. It’s not here. Bang bang.

Swine Flu: Is it the 1918-20 Spanish Flu pandemic again, or just another flu bug?

Put flax in your shoe.

Eris is unchanging change. Is She change at all?

I’ll order a sandwich.

If Gutfeld and Fox apologise to Canada, so too should Hollywood moviemakers!

I just read a blog post by outspoken Canadian musician Matt Good, where he talked about the whole Greg Gutfeld fiasco. It’s a good look at why the government demanding an apology from Gutfeld and Fox only enables them, as well as mentioning some of the important, past achivements of our military. (Interestingly, he shows where the term “stormtrooper”, or in German “stoßtruppen” comes from; it was coined by the Germans in WW1 to describe our audacious, trench-storming troops.)

There was a claim by Good that the Canadian Forces needs no defense against the words of others. I don’t know about the reputation of the CF being able to “defend itself without a word being uttered”, but that’s because so few people actually have paid attention what the CF have achieved and the sacrifices they have made in the name of national and world peace. And a lot of the blame for this lies with Hollywood.

The thing is, Hollywood has never let a true story get in the way of making money. And practically every movie ever made in Hollywood in regards to either world war has been built from bricks of fabrication, mortared together with lies. These movies, always targetted at the more impressionable people of the Americas, would make you believe that the wars have always been nothing more than the USA versus the Hun, using all of Europe as a great battlefield. Yet this couldn’t be further from the truth.

The most popular WW2 movies based on actual events are the worst offenders in this regard. The case of D-Day, as explained by Good on his blog, points out that the real achievers on that day weren’t the Americans at Utah and Omaha beaches, but the Canadians at Juno Beach.

Probably one of the biggest problems facing the Canadian Forces and the incorrect perception of it by Americans stems from the fact that popular culture (or at least that produced in the States) doesn’t bother to credit the truth behind the events they depict, rather whitewashing it all over instead. No doubt this also harms its perception here in Canada, as so much of our popular culture stems from American media rather than our own.

Greg Gutfeld is certainly an asshole, based on his comments and behaviour. But the blame for this fiasco isn’t entirely his. He comes from a culture where his slanderous and incorrect ideas are promoted as the truth by the people who run the pop culture machine. It’s those people who should be brought to task over this, just as much as Gutfeld.

The Tweets That Telus Tanked - 2009-03-17 Edition

Here’s the tweets I sent from my phone, but were never passed through to Twitter, for March 17, 2009:

2009-03-17 18:35 EDT:

I got to use the word “craic” in Table Topics, because I’m awesome like that. :)

2009-03-17 19:29 EDT:

Feeling more than a bit emotional; my last meeting as part of Toronto Go-Getters ended with a short speech thanking everyone.

2009-03-17 19:54 EDT:

Note to self: is a delegation chain any different than a breakable stack?

2009-03-17 20:32 EDT:

I might have to throw away most of my task-related code to reflect new, better model. I am not agile enough.