Fuck this shit.

Solid middle ground coverage from the BBC

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7803711.stm

Israel has claimed "Full out war" on Gaza, we are in the third day of airstrikes.
Palestinian news sources are claiming way more casualties to way more civilians, and Israeli news sources are claiming less. Right now it's roughly around 4 Israeli casualities and 330 Palestinian/Gaza casualities. I'm sticking with the most objective news sources like the BBC and www.wikinews.org . Regardless of whatever you follow, the Gaza death tolls are out of this world. So sad, for everyone involved.

Protests are going on around the world to stop the air attacks on Gaza (this one is in London):



in the US



And footage from the BBC of protests from many different countries :

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7802541.stm

So intense. SO INTENSE

for my lovahs across the sea, and for their love of devendra

also, beck and devendra... whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

2 things

1. I feel like I'm watching someone write a history book

2.
I should not have to explain myself. January 20th.

and though it may be madness I will take to the grave your precious little long face!

I feel like I'm stuck inside a cold clay ball where nothing ever changes. Though, I'm not really complaining as it is quite comfortable (minus the lack of heat) in said clay ball. Things are weird enough within my mind and the clay ball anyway.

3 wonderful songs in video form to make us feel better in these dreary days:


just watch her fingers move.


I don't know which version i like more, joy division has grown on me, and that riff kills me.

yes, he's a little creepy (check out the eyebrow raise when he says childerrrrrrn) and yes, he has an odd southern accent that isn't even real, but this song just blows my mind.

and you are starry starry starry

So. It is suddenly winter. What I would've given to just stay in bed today. Warm. It is only warm in my covers. Apparently it being November and there being snow on the ground is still not enough to turn the heat on in my building. It's actually ridiculously freezing inside. Considering the amount of money I pay for my place not only should the heat be on, there should be some sort of machine that creates the illusion of summer inside and around my entire building as well. Christ.

Something to warm our hearts:

so good

So new web comic that I'm quite enjoying. I cant get the images any smaller so just click on them for the whole thing. The website is http://xkcd.com/. Getting lost in the wikipedia forest is something we talk about often.








not to mention kidnapping wayne coyne from his giant ball

Neutral Milk Hotel, oh how I adore you

As everyone knows I am completely obsessed with everything Neutral Milk Hotel or Jeff Mangum related, other than Olivia Tremor Control cause I just can't get in to that. Anyway. The blog is changed to honor the wonderful Mr Mangum and!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have found the youtube video of Jeff Mangum playing the only known song ever heard after In The Aeroplane Over the Sea. It is called Little Birds and it is amazing. It is also very sick and twisted the way Jeff Mangum can only be. For a brief explanation the song is about a boy who is filled with little birds, he thinks this is wonderful and tells everyone, his father hates him for this and kills him with a hammer. Enjoy. :)

Disappointment

I'm so horribly disappointed about yesterday. Not only did Stephen Harper win, he was only 11 seats away from a majority government. The Liberals lost over 20 seats. AND, it is the worst turn out for voters in the HISTORY of being able to vote in Canada. Only 59.1% of people voted. 56.8% in Manitoba.(http://www.cbc.ca/news/canadavotes/story/2008/10/15/voter-turnout.html) Absolutely pathetic. People would sacrifice their lives just to be able to participate in some form of Democracy. I hate everything right now. Everything.

It's in our hands

The past two days have been the bad sort, the kind that make you think nothing else could possibly go wrong and yet something inevitably does. I'm hoping it will end soon. Part of my lovely "nothing could possibly go worse" experience, I discovered I may be allergic to avocados. I'm not sure yet, the idea of it is horrifying though. No more guacamole! No more avocado rolls! No more garden o plenty sandwiches from the Fyxx! I love avocados so much, their beautiful taste and color and texture! They're so good and healthy and full of protein! My world will surely end if it is true. It better not be.

I was in a small creative slump for a few days, but I feel the painting bug creeping up on me, hopefully tonight something can be unleashed upon canvas.

All I can think of is October 21, the date fate circles back from Montreal to Winnipeg. I'm ecstatic.

It's in our hands, it always was.

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=9EmCfRhlwp0

Wait for the end for an insane Bjork style electric harp-mad beats-orchestra break down.

are you kidding me?

So someone else died from a taser. Again. In Surrey, BC. How many times does this have to happen before it stops? Also, before they hit him with the taser, he had fallen from two stories, through a glass window, and was naked. I'm not sure how "armed and dangerous" he could've been that they needed to taser him. Read about it here http://www.canada.com/vancouversun/story.html?id=928cfe75-fc6b-4d2b-9520-85692bf9998e

Seriously. I can't wait for the elections. Hopefully the conservatives will be gone and something can be done about this.

what the christ?

so, our heath care system is officially horrible.
http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=832385
34 hours in the waiting room and no one even looked at him?
disgusting.
I am never going to the health sciences centre, ever.

dreams

I've been dreaming about revolution lately. Whole large revolutions that would take years (and do) and somehow manifest themselves in dream form in the hours that I am asleep. The concept of time is clearly measured completely falsely. Chronolgy doesn't stop in my head. How am I dreaming entire years? And as for Bjork (the cat), she is always very present in my dreams, and always in human form, and she is never Bjork(neither the cat or the human) yet I always feel it is her no matter how she is being portrayed to me by my mind. I wonder if the spirtis are guiding hers to my dream. Or if possibly it's intentional and she is trying to tell me something.

le cat powrrr

lately, she, miss. Chan Marshall is all I can put in my ears. Especially early Cat Power. Especially What Would the Community Think. I can not get enough. Ever. She is oh so beautiful and rips me to pieces with how much she means it. Her fashion sense...her presence...her music....So a little tribute to the babe....

also watch this http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=qqTIxgpF3RE and thishttp://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=f4XqTl0ACoY&feature=related. Look how incredibly young she is when she is creating this outstanding music.

I saw your hand in a loose grip on such a tight ship.

RIP

Rest in peace Rick Wright. Hopefully you're in space where you belong.

It's such an odd feeling when a musician dies.

Pink Floyd was the first band that ever did that "thing" to me, the thing that sometimes music can do. When music rings that weird bell in your soul that you didn't know you had until one day................ Pink Floyd uncovered my bell. Rick Wright was apart of that.

I feel so weird.

Woah.

so good

Dolce and Gabanna went into Eric and I's imagination and pulled out all the clothes they could find. Minus the fur. What the hell is up with all the goddamn fur for fall? Bullshit. Anyway, so much plaid! Different plaid stockings with different plaid dresses! Horses and dogs! The perfect world. I love the old lady as well. Some from the runway too! MUAH!

sketcheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

So I'm sure everyone (?) knows by now that the reason for all the hoopla of police outside my building last night was because 2 escaped prisoners, who by the way, were in prison, for murder, decided to hide in the apartment across the street from my apartment. Which is very nice of them, not to hide in my building that is. Because of this, Eric was not allowed to leave, or so the oh so wonderful police man told him oh so politely. So we spent some more much needed quality time together, that we are so often lacking.

I've seen some sketchy things around here lately. Last week I was walking down by the four rivers clinic on Langside, and mind you, it was possibly almost 2 in the morning, but some very "thug*"-like activity was going on and I swear on all the spirits I know I heard a gun shot and a scream. I called Eric and woke him up. The week before that was when Jeff and I witnessed the man being bottled by some local drunk hoodlums out my window. That was terrifying.

I know that these sketchy things could happen anywhere, however, regardless of the neighbourhood, or how late it is, I'd like to be able to walk around in my own, on my own.


At this moment, I'm at work, and my wonderful co-worker has been playing PLENTY of ACDC tracks for my enjoyment very VERY loudly and is of course singing along to them, also, quite loudly. I have a headache, and I might kill her. Oh good, now it is White Wedding by Billy Idol. Just fucking wonderful. I would put on my headphones and listen to something else, but the music is so loud that it doesnt matter. I just get to hear the remixed with shit version.

Oh my god. I wear my sunglasses at night. Work has its highlights.

Corey Hart I love you.

Don't masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no.

*The reason for the * beside thug is ohmygodhaveyouseenthenewharperpromotionalflyers?!!?!?!

There are several pamphlets each depicting horrible things that Harper will stop. One of them has what I believe to be a picture of a criminal sitting on his 60's like couch with his hair everywhere chillin HARD. Apparently this is him under house arrest, which, by the way, is horrible. This guy in the picture is apparently a thug, sexual offender, or drug dealer. I'm not sure which, but I'm going to go with thug, considering the way he looks, very thuggish, I'd say. Apparently, or so the pamphlet says, he is not surfing websites, but rather, "websites" whatever that means. He's probably the least offensive person they could've found. Are you implying something, Mr. Harper? Now I'm sure with all these flyers being dropped in our mailboxes all around Wolsely that pretty much everyone will be voting for him. Perfect area to campaign, sir.



Now, as for all the other things in my life, they are being left up in the air as per The National.
Please listen.


http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=6qAAwymItBA&feature=related

Memories of the back seat lounge in a parking garage full of too many bong rips anyone?

today's the day

They are gone. It is so surreal. It will kick in soon.

It was so sad saying goodbye to Brandice. We had 4 goodbyes. I was supposed to go to the bus stop for the fifth and final one, however, I had a horrible migraine and couldn't. I feel so bad about it. I suppose I had a nice goodbye with andrew on the phone last night, but I felt like I had so much to say and didn't say any of it which was why it was so caj. What can you say over the phone?Really? Regardless, I would have really loved to see him this morning. The missing spirits are flying everywhere.

The whole thing is so weird. Everything is SO weird.


Oh also, what is happening...seriously?

so

yesterday was my birthday. i didn't really care. it seemed most people also didn't care, not very much at least. which i suppose is fine with all my lack of caring. all of the hoopla that is going on is quite overwhelming. i will miss Andrew absolutely incredible amounts. he is leaving Tuesday.
tuesday. horrible. some things are much more important than ones birthday.

uhoh.

uh-oh.
also it is my birthday tomorrow and hash cookies will be involved. so stoked.

oh

I can't believe that there is no r on better. I can't believe that there is a 1 at the end of my exclamation points. Proof reading is always an excellent idea, apparently.

today

Today I was poured on.
My socks are still wet and this was 6 hours ago.
I went on a timmies run and so life is bette.
Please alot me this time for a small girly moment.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

kill me

I can't believe the people I work with.
It is like a highschool for trailer trash.
It is so insane and out of hand.
Everyone has the iq of an apple.
The entire office is composed of girls, except the manager.
One of the girls just told me she loves the Jonas Brothers.
Hence the title of this blog.
Please call this number and listen to how ridiculous the company I work for is. 1-800-980-6646
Kill me.
Thank the spirits that I'm sitting here doing absolutely nothing except for listening to a sexy live white stripes version of Jolene. Jack White is so attractive.

I'm also stuck on that boat. I would like to be unstuck, please?

oh yeah

joanna newsom
period
this kind .

the book of right on.

i'm blogging too

hopefully this will slightly alleviate my boredom.
i am being too obvious.
i miss montreal incredible amounts.
i miss not being here incredible amounts, i suppose.

devendra banhart saves my life everyday.
i wish i could thank him.
i wish i could sleep with him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_7PVJZuqgY&feature=related
amazing.

everything is shifting