diagnostics 101

We are all schizophrenics: social production has coded our desires so we are in constant tension with ourselves, and with society, which seeks to code all our desires into unity. We can't escape this coding: because society is based on order in transcendental theory (hierarchy), we are told what we desire, before we even recognize desire.

Embrace schizophrenia! Let the light of a thousand suns shine forth from our asses! I feel so much better...

This post brought to you by Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari

effervescence

I have developed a sudden unexpected twitch in my let eyelid. Apparently, I'm not alone in this randomness. It makes me look like a junkie. I'm a monstrous ball of stress. To deal with this, I went for a jog, but ended up skipping through a deserted highschool field in the dark, chanting "Up, up, away". In order to distract the rest of me, I've been playing with pictures.


Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be, that’s not unusual
No it isn’t strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same

hold out your hand and smile

The vote. I was so sure I was going to vote Green. When I stepped behind the cardboard however, I looked at the ballot and saw not the expected four candidates, but rather six. One was the Communist Party, the other was yet another communist-esque party: the Marxist-Leninists. Two communist parties?!! Fancy that! Needless to say, I was thrown for a moment. I hesitated, then decided to strike a balance. NDP.



As for the outcome, I'm disappointed that Stephen Harper got in, but I'm holding onto hope that he won't get much done. As far as his social conservativism goes, the timing couldn't be worse: it's just not in fashion right now. It's the subtleties that worry me. It's that fine line where the differences between Liberals and Conservatives blur. I'd just hate to see Canada get all cheap. It's a waiting game now: we'll see who's who.

But aside from my disagreements with his politics, on a personal level; I really can't stand that fake smile. Ok Steve, we know you aren't friendly. You haven't been shy about it before -- just stop trying now. You won (sortof). Spare us the added pain of watching you pull a muscle.


And Steve, one more thing: you gotta lock that 'heil Hitler' shit down...it just looks bad

I think my favourite part of this ordeal was when Rick Mercer suggested that the balance of power might end up in the hands of a little socialist with a gay mustache. Go Jack Layton: show them that famous mustache power.

advent calendar

Last night, after consuming copious amounts of beer (the foulest beverage consumed on a regular basis, despite it's foulness), we walked home in the rain. She listened patiently as a I ranted on guerilla filmmaking, orgasms, terrorism, and Stephen Harper. There's something about being drunk, and caught up in your own imagined intellect; you just don't notice that it's three in the morning, five degrees, and raining. I'm beginning to understand why people think I'm crazy.

At least they forgive me.



(On a side note, make sure you never tell your co-workers embarrassing stories from your childhood; like that time you performed a Wiccan love ritual for David Duchovny -- you'll never live it down)

pickle me tink

After watching the cbc special (what can I say; I'm a cbc junkie) 'Your Turn with Stephen Harper', I am even more discouraged at the thought of him becoming prime minister.



careful children, there's sheetrock in your candy!

a love affair with now: the thinking place

are you going to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine

the modern age

Talking with telemarketers is often like trying to dig a lake with a toothpick; or conversely, like having your eyelids stapled to your forehead. And I really feel like those poor souls in India or China (surreptitiously named 'Joe' and 'Marybeth', trying so hard to disguise their accents and generally any signs of foreigness for the sake of not offending my white north american sensibilities) deserve better than to deal with my crummy online banking, or cable bill woes. Or maybe they're happy they have a job, so it makes it easier to take crap. I was careful to explain to the fourth person I talked to (all telling me the same thing over and over again) that I was not angry at him, but rather at tdcanadatrust.com for their bogus policies: it only helps so much -- having worked in customer service, I know you just can't help but feel a little bit attacked.

I hope that something -- Buddha, or Vishnu, or Karma -- provides them with a promotion in the next life; be it as a Bodhisattva, a Sravka, or a Brahmin. May they be appropriately compensated for taking flack from jerks like me.

lovely

everything is suddenly so vibrant...inexplicably so



everything is

less cock, more apples

I feel strange these days. I'm not sure what to say, but for unknown reasons, I feel obliged to say something. Upon returning to school, I realize that although I am terrified of having absolutely no clue what comes next, I'm virtually dripping with juicy anticipation and excitement at the prospect of doing something...new. I have a laundry list of ideas, but no solid plans.

Maybe that's all I need.



I felt that since my thoughts read like one of those inspirational posters people hang in their bathrooms to inspire great shits, I should include an equally worthy image -- happy shits and giggles darlings

lichtenstein's nightmare

one night, he dreamt a terrible dream: computers now made art, and little children everywhere were turning his tricks against him

eat, drink, and be merry

This new year's eve was surprisingly nice -- in fact, it was so enjoyable that we missed the big moment -- we were busy spilling beer and laughing about pancake nipples. Good times, noodle salad (I'm just one big fat 'popculturequote' tonight).

2006, day one -- I slept t'il 4pm (haven't done that for almost ten years), then read, knitted, watched the simpsons, and roamed the dark, wet streets of Toronto. Yummy.



Since I think new year's resolutions are stupid, I made mine two months ago. This left more time for indulging picture taking. I took lots of pictures. Pictures of things only I liked. Then i posted them, 'cause it pleases me to do so, for reasons I won't examine; because it pleases me not to.


I think I might turn this into a photoblog. It's more fun for me. Probably you too.