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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
5:45 PM
"Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them."
-Bill Vaughan
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Friday, September 15, 2006
5:31 PM
 its in these moment of absolute insanity that we are struck not only with the fragility of life but also the reality of our times.
we are taught to be weary of others and yet we become aware early on that it is only
through trust and compassion that we are able to truly connect with
others.
education, as well, unites us together in an element of peace
and curiosity. we go to school everyday grateful to be alive in a time
of equal opportunity, grateful to be living in a city so beautiful, so
vibrant as montreal. we go to school everyday grateful that our small world in which we live, is in peace, whereas others' worlds are in shambles.
and then situations such as what happened last wednesday come along and shatter it all, in minutes. we are completely destabilized,
our world of delicate safety becomes one of terror, fear, and hatred.
why is it that the balance is so extreme? how is it that as hard as we
try, as open as we are, we can still be pushed down?
my thoughts, love and prayers go out to all of the students, faculty and staff of dawson college, in particular those who were harmed and their families. my
thoughts are also with the killer's family, and the killer himself. we
have to remember that blame is tricky: while its easy to blame just one
individual, as a society we also hold an important responsibility for
such acts.
see the complete story here.Labels: montreal
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11:46 AM
Just type your name here in the box. Then click the box under your name and the link will translate.Labels: random
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
8:51 AM
"But that moment when Edward reeled back has stayed with me down the years, confirming my general view that surprise birthday are pernicious institutions, often sadistic in basic intent. What could be more pleasant than a well planned, entirely disclosed birthday party, with the central figure allowed every opportunity to vet the guest list, plan the impromptu toast, dictate the scope of food, drink and music? What more barbarous than the sudden scream of "surprise!", the unpleasing visages from the past looming into view, the wrong cocktails?"
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"Now the scientific evidence is in. Surprise parties can kill. To put the matter in scientific terms: Emotional stress can precipitate severe, reversible left ventricular dysfunction in patients without coronary disease. Exaggerated sympathetic stimulation is probably central to the cause of this syndrome."
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"One of the earlier patients, Dr Wittstein told the New York Times, was a 60-year-old woman whose family had given a surprise birthday party for her. "Seventy people jumped out from the dark and screamed, 'Surprise!' and literally three hours later she was in the intensive care unit,"
Of course many rituals in our society have a furtive homicidal intent, most notably those fraught sessions known as family reunions. Grandpa and grandma drive to the event, get mildly looped, head for home and are wiped out on the interstate by a semi when grandpa pulls out of the rest stop. Father keels over when he opens the front door to see a plump faced man vaguely resembling the daughter who left home all those years ago saying in a throaty voice, "Hi, dad".
So please, no surprises."
Love it.
By Alexander Cockburn, February 12/13, 2005. Read the full article here.
If you do feel the need to plan a surprise party for someone, despite the risks involved, at least do it properly, using this guide.
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
2:55 AM
this is funny. its what the online translation generates from the french post intitulated 'Jamais deux sans trois' (never two without three).
I hope well that NOT! I went supper with three friends this evening to celebrate my birthday (which A took place now almost a month ago). it was very pleasant: four girls, of good food (Tartar tuna, fish, salad, noodles Japanese.), good drink (beverage with the fruits of delicious passion.). then we passed in a bar very close, a place which I know well. while returning there was a playing guy of the saxophone, and there, suddenly, behind the bar and a little everywhere of the noises of rifle (of the species of fireworks) leave and I have the two hands on my mouth everyone rises, advances, and starts to sing me happy spend while shin brings the cake: enormous, with apple-canelle and bituminous mix of cream fouetée. a surprised festival. I HATE the festivals really surprised. I find that stressing and frankly not pleasant. and the worst, it is that last year they played me the same tower this time on the other hand by ammenant me in a beautiful hotel when me, believing that we went to the beach, were equipped with way very inapropriée. then here. worst it is than I had said to everyone with which point I hated the surprised festivals. in short I hope just, I really hope, that it will be a case from never two without three
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2:42 AM
j'espère bien que NON! je suis allée souper avec trois amies ce soir pour célébrer mon anniversaire (qui a eut lieu il y a maintenant presqu'un mois). c'était très plaisant: quatre filles, de la bonne bouffe (thon tartare, poisson, salade, nouilles japonaises..), de la bonne boisson (breuvage aux fruits de la passion.. délicieux). ensuite nous sommes passées dans un bar tout près, un endroit que je connais bien. en rentrant il y avait un mec jouant du saxophone, et là, tout à coup, de derrière le bar et d'un peu partout des bruits de fusil (des espèces de feux d'artifice) partent et j'ai les deux mains sur ma bouche. tout le monde se lève, avance, et commence à me chanter bonne fête pendant que shin apporte le gâteau: énorme, à la pomme-canelle et enrobé de crème fouetée. une fête surprise. je HAIS les fêtes surprises. vraiment. je trouve ça stressant et franchement pas agréable. et le pire, c'est que l'année dernière ils m'ont joué le même tour- cette fois-là par contre en m'ammenant dans un bel hôtel lorsque moi, croyant que nous allions à la plage, étais habillée de façon très inapropriée. alors voilà. le pire c'est que j'avais dit à tout le monde à quel point je détestais les fêtes surprises.
bref. j'espère juste, j'espère vraiment, que ce ne sera pas un cas de jamais deux sans trois.
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Sunday, September 03, 2006
12:17 PM
When offered a choice between dueling interpretations, you should opt for elegant and generous stories over vulgar, boring, and unimaginative tales. While the no-nonsense, just-the-facts approach may seem to explain everything just fine, I assure you that there will always be catalytic enigmas lurking beneath the surface. This is one time when poet John Keats' rule will be in full effect: "If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true." Transcend the obvious, please. Rebel against the ravaging numbness of plain old everyday ugliness.
By: Rob Brezsny, who always has something interesting to say. Though its sometimes not 100% clear, it makes your wheels turn and reflect on your life.
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Friday, September 01, 2006
9:46 AM
two things in particular this morning. actually, three. from least to most:
- trouble in paradise: my co-worker's love affair that started last saturday, as previously posted, appears to be getting on her nerves a bit as he has already moved in and has some strange habits, according to her. among them: he doesn't eat breakfast and eats tofu champuru every single night for dinner, without rice (shock!). he doesn't like to sleep "collé", as we say in french, meaning 'stuck together'. personally i don't blame him in the 33 degree heat that we are now experiencing.
- so much for the kyoto protocol: but is this such a great big surprise people??
- "we all let her die": on his blog, my net buddy smellydog wrote about a story that struck a cord within me. its about a 14-year old canadian girl who suffered from chest pains and other symptoms for four years, going from doctor to doctor until she finally died of the very rare pulmonary hypertension recently. it's a well-written article that could teach you a thing or two about your health, your kids', your morals and irony. ah, and also a bit about the canadian healthcare system. (so much for socialism.)
all for now..
j
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