Is anyone doing anything fun tonight? I’ve got a great costume and nowhere to go.
There is no obvious party for saturday – is there?
I want to go on Critical mass tommorow (friday) (meets 530pm at the georgia street side of the art gallery), but I don’t have as of now anyone to go with. Dressing up is encouraged but not mandatory. Anyone interested?
The national post is a bad paper. You should not go there to read this http://www.canada.com/nationalpost/story.html?id=e6902dfa-0def-4759-b57d-3545f25ba527 article, as it will make you less, not more knowledgable on climate change. Even when the article does give the information which demonstrates the conservatives clean air act to be a joke (as in, for it to look tough you need to pretend you are one of Canada’s top five polluters, and the base year is 2003 not 1990- I’m sure this makes the “reduce by 50%” figure mean something entirely different, not just “another way to skin a cat”). It’s dis-information, and it’s exactly the kind of writing that people who don’t want to believe that radical action is neccesary will lap up and claim that this is in fact radical action.
Last night while Jeremy waited with me for the number 7 bus to arrive, we had quite an involved discussion about the nature of morality. My moral view, as I’ve explained several times here, is one of action, transgression, and forgiveness. A dynamic rather than a set of principals. It is very difficult to explain this to people, because our society is based on liberalism, which takes clean hands morality for granted (an ethical system based on principals which, if obeyed completely, would make one’s hands entirely clean from moral transgressions. Jeremy, in fact, explained to me why any ethics which allows you to be good is a waste of time and missing the entire point, and used Biblical examples to illustrate the point. Apparently C.S. Lewis is pretty up on this. Maybe I ought to have spent more time studying theology.
I read in the National post abandoned on the bus that the in 2nd Vancouver-Edmonton game this week, Linden was a healthy scratch. After my predictable reaction of immense anger, fantisizing about screaming at the coach (who is the coach anyway?) that Linden isn’t even a person, but a god, I realized something a little more meaningful than my childlike reaction to a reasonable and un-ideological decision. Linden, it seems, is the closest thing I ever had to a hero.
I don’t mean to start a debate on the logic, ethics, health of raw foods. But seriously, you should all check out the non-cooking show, starring two wonderful girls I drove from Salmo to Vancouver one day. If anything – it has a wonderful theme song!
It has come to my attention that for some people, weekend days are much like other days. I’m still auditing some classes, but if I were not I’d be like my thesis writing friends who have no classes and everyday is the same. My question is – is everyday the same? Or have the days of the week so ingrained their character into our consciousness that Friday has a special status, and tuesday, and Sunday, even if it’s no longer associated with its traditional content?
Often, I forget about Paul Simon for long periods. Not that he never crosses my mind, but I fail to hear his song. The way to truly hear Paul’s song is to sing it. Listening offers only partial apprehension of the movement. His songs beg to be sung, and beg to be sung with the same energy that he recorded them. Try to play “a Hazy Shade of Winter”as a slow ballad, and it invariably picks up – the energy seems to come out of the song itself (although, certainly, the synapses are firing in my own brain, controlling my fingeres, vocal chords, etc…) Songs that beg to be belted out loud.
I saw the “Summer of Love” lazer show at the planetarium tonight, and like others in the past, I deeply enjoyed it. They are bringing back (by popular demand) Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon lazer show on thursdays starting soon. I will certainly be going – anyone interested in coming with me?