Update, and then off to Victoria

Keith was here last night.  I always feels me some better when my peeps are here.  (Cheeze Whiz,  maybe middle aged white women should lay off the ghetto slang.)  More to the point – we watched CSI and hung out.

I spoke briefly to Katie on the phone (I had been communicating with Dax and wanted to give her the update (she was supportive)) and gleaned the intelligence that she’s called the cops on him for phone harassment.  Given that even speaking to her technically puts him in breach of conditions for the last time he assaulted her, his PO intervened and said, slowly and clearly, that if he called Katie again he was going back to jail.  Dax has issues, but a desire to go back to jail isn’t one of them.

To be fair, I have to stay clear of him as well, never mind the temptation of being Evil McNasty to him in emails.  I am not proud of myself at the moment, but I HAD to vent, and Katie, as I said, reviewed my comments and at one point giggled and said, “Go Mom!”   So, the damage is extensive – Katie had 5 years in an abusive relationship, is out about 1700 dollars – most of the school money she saved for herself, which was why she ended up at my door and Paul’s for funds – pawned gifts, broken guitars, assaults by Dax’ housemate, and her relationship with Suzanne going sour…. yeah, she’s done.  For all of you who wanted to know is this it, I think calling his PO and threatening to file a report looks like a stake in the Slayer’s hand.

That said, IF he got and kept a job, paid her back, made amends, abjured violence and verbal abuse, and made peace with me, Paul and Keith, AND Katie wanted him back, I’d accept him as a son in law.  Stranger things have happened.  I believe very sincerely in the ability of people to change for the better, but it seems changing for the worse is easier.  As things stand now, Katie might want him back in an alternate universe, but this one will have to survive without their love.

Sundry and various

Banjos ‘n’ brain surgery (thanks Lady Miss B for tipping me off to this).

Just in time for Hallowe’en… do you find fake snot too expensive?  Make your own!

How to be a member of the new urban poor. (warning, parts of this are emotionally quite roiling.)

It’s an opinion piece about the economy, but I learned some things too.

Mailing dates for Christmas presents.

I’m off to Victoria tomorrow morning, and hope to see Dr. Filk and the Pondside folks whilst there, and a WHOLE bunch of movies, musicals mostly, to assist me with my ‘homework’ from Mr. Music.  He gave me a list of musicals and told me to examine ‘Form and Format’.  I wonder if he wants an expository essay.

muah ha ha!!!!!

oh ho, aha!  Trill!  Squee!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me happy.

me very very very happy!!!!!!!!!!!!

Katie went and got the last of her stuff from Daxus’ place and moved in with uh, someone else, not me, and I met her new housemates tonight and I’m THRILLED.  It appears Katie agreed to marry Daxus under something called duress, or while planning on getting the hell out.

Katie and I had the briefest long chat in recorded history (man, did we cover a lot of ground in four minutes) and then my mandolin teacher and Keith showed up and we all interacted somewhat.  So to answer your page, pOp, NEVER. Does NEVER work for you? Works for me.  Besides, she’s living across from the school now – an extra hour of sleep each night!!!

I know that Daxus is wild with grief and anger right now, and I feel sorry for him.  But he’s young and strong and he’ll get over it.  Suzanne is pretty disappointed with Katie too.  I understand that.

I light a candle for Tom, who is apparently healing up with great speed and effectiveness.

I light a candle for Yvonne, who turned over a big pile of the work she used to do and left it all clean and shiny so I could pick up the traces easily.

I light a candle for Tanya & Battery, having fun in Hawai’i!!!  snorkel with a dolphin for me, kiddo. Yes, I know someone named Battery, and it’s pronounced Battry, thanks.  Kia ora!

I light a candle for Kelsey with a side of hugs.

I light a candle for every struggling family and for the future of our planet.

Blog action day – Poverty

Today is Blog Action Day, and this year’s theme is Poverty.

Poverty is like war and prostitution.  It’s a permanent fixture in human life.  Since we aren’t all equal at birth – thanks to differences in nourishment and inherent fitness for our respective environments – and because our parents aren’t equal, thanks to their inherent fitness, wealth and ability to parent – we aren’t equal in life.  There are two kinds of people.  People who see poverty as inevitable and acceptable, and people who see poverty as inevitable but hateful, and to be fought against.  Anybody who tells you poverty can be eradicated is a credit to humanity, but cracked.  We’ll eradicate war and prostitution before poverty, and best of British luck with that, fellow dreamers!

The challenge then becomes how to pry excess capacity from those who “win the lottery” and encourage them to share it with those who don’t have it – because I’m in the second camp.  I think poverty is inevitable and disgusting, and I’d like it to stop.  It won’t, but I have to do something.

There are six pillars of anti-poverty in the third world.

1.  Land security.  If you can’t, with security, work land to feed yourself, all other measures are wasted.  Anti poverty measures in a war zone are not likely to work.  Land security IMPLIES that there is a judicial system in place to protect you.  That’s not the case in many places on earth.  There may be a judicial system, but it won’t be there to protect poor people; that’s just foolishness.  Without land security, it’s difficult to put up decent housing.  So a thread to antipoverty action is the cold and daunting knowledge that the judicial system IS NOT YOUR FRIEND.

2.  Education for all women up to grade 8 equivalence.  If you educate the child, that’s one kid.  If you educate the mother, it’s more likely all the children will get at least some piece of an education.  You are also more likely to drive the birth rate down and every child that woman doesn’t have increases her life span and her ability to look after the children she has.  She will also be better fitted to care for them in sickness.

3.  Access to clean water.  Hygiene and health are difficult without it.  Poverty is associated with dirt for a reason.

4.  Access to heat or fuel for cooking.  If I had my way, every poor family on earth would be given a solar cooker, or given the tools and materials to make their own.  They would not be able to use it every day, but it would reduce pressure on the biosphere as fewer trees and shrubs got ripped down for fuel, and less animal dung would get burned. It’s also portable so you can take it with you if you have to skip town in a hurry.  It also would add about three or four hours to the day of every woman who had access to one which is time she could be studying, caring for the sick or performing more high value chores or work for pay.

5.  Access to communications (cell phone).  The net worth of a third world family can jump by a factor of ten when they have access to a phone; it makes getting and keeping employment, and setting up medical care or monitoring the health of loved ones instantly easier.

6.  Micro credit, especially for businesses which trade in staples, telecommunication and small scale farming.

In the first world, anti poverty is little more complicated.  That’s because most poor people in the first world aren’t poor compared to people in the third world.  However, I would say that education, good pre-natal care and amelioration of what keeps people trapped in poverty (addictions, mental health problems, unreadiness for the work force and social isolation among others) would be starting points.  I’d say getting rid of the television is a good start, too; TV has a really important role to play in poverty. Even really poor people have TV, and TV brings two pernicious ideas into the homes of poor people; one is that everyone deserves a break without working, and the other is that you can numb yourself to the daily nastiness of poverty by watching television when you could be improving yourself.

I don’t think poverty is something you can cure by throwing money at it.  I think that poverty reduction by judicious application of education, infrastructure and health inputs is possible in any society, but it requires two major shifts in perception.  One is that poor people deserve to be poor; the other is that rich people can deliver poverty reduction strategies to poor people without really consulting them and having it work.

I note with interest that the concept of the Grameen bank has come to North America.  I find it no co-incidence at all that it arrived just before the collapse of the banking system (which is still happening, by the way – the ripples are far from played out).

Anyway, that’s my two cents on poverty.  I will say that I find poverty to be a feminist issue, and rather than get into lecture mode, I’ll leave it at that.

Another Conservative government

and really low voter turnout.  Canadians are sheep, you know that?

Oh well.  Here’s some Nathan Fillion porn to make it better.  No, it’s not really porn.  But it’s funny (fwd by Robof9).

Apparently Katie has never memorized my phone number (%$#^%!) so… she called her dad to tell him she’s okay, and she’s all broken up with Daxus because he prevented her from going to school.  Or something.  She can only miss ten days of school or she can’t graduate.  And she’s going to go get her phone back.  That should work out well.

This next paragraph was written in rage and backspaced over with coffee.

Isn’t it funny how we dignify worry with a word like prayer….?

Dang

Trust my dad to say something offhand, thus getting me worried.  He says he’s got my birthday present already (a month early) and hopes “I won’t be too offended.”  Now I am scratching my head and thinking…. uh, sheep dip maybe? A month’s supply? 5 autographed copies of “Grandma was a Nudist”?  An etching entitled “My pet elephant cotched leprosy”? MP3s of the family favourite Cthulhu carols? The permanent roving family fruitcake, which is so old that lawyers are prepared to argue it has become a commensal, sentient organism able to communicate and abide by the law?  Mind you that would be cool, all my friends would want to get a good look at a sentient fruitcake, especially one that did sound painting by knocking pieces of desiccated fruit together.  And you do have to get very close and hold your breath, because it tops out around 20 dB and it claims you lose the point of the performance if it’s amplified.  Ah, artistes.

Pointed at without comment

What is an eccentric?

Buffy season three continueth, semper ardua ad nauseum, and now I feel like the scales have fallen off my eyes. Now all I want to do is watch my favourite episodes in no order and then maybe make popcorn.  By the way I just made up the latin tag because they constantly shoot Latin in the groin and leave it to die in that show, by damn.  So I run my tag through an on line translator and it’s “Always Lofty to the Point of Nausea” which strikes me as a motto which would not be amiss on an escutcheon, were I to want to design my own.  And I think the translator screwed up, which makes it even funnier.  I thought ardua was work or labour?

Stillllll raaaaaiiiining.

what’s with the continuing Moosiness of political culture across the line, there?

New Youtube video

I’ve posted the video I took of the Burnaby Central train ride I took yesterday.  It’s 10 minutes long and you really need to be a bigass fan of trains to watch it, but it is a real steam train going through tunnels and across bridges, and it was a glorious day.  Here’s a pic….

Now, I have some more chores. I’m really glad I got out yesterday, because it’s DISGUSTING today, pouring rain and gray and miserable.

 

LATER – I’ve posted the link above.

Just woke up

OMG.  Turkey is like the best sleeping aid ever.  I went to bed after supper “for a little lie down” and poof, it’s midnight.  Anyway, fed Jeff, Paul and Keith a massive Thanksgiving feast; fresh turkey with home made stuffing, oven roasted potatoes, yams and parsnips, red salad, brussel sprouts, home made gravy, cranberry sauce and I was so full I even skipped the pie.

Texted Katie this morning to invite her to dinner and got a long griefy response from Daxus.  Leaving aside what he might be doing with a phone I pay for, no Katie for dinner. If I was a really classy person I’d have invited him for dinner.  We all know how really classy I am.

Texted Ryan – he had a previous invite.  Texted Mike – he was otherwise engaged.  Now I have to freeze stuff for turkey a la king, later….

Later, yesterday.

Long about 4 Katie magickally appeared with Kelsey in tow.  Kelsey is her bestest girlfriend from school (you know how fast friendships blossom in school).  Katie wanted what was left of her Kaylee costume (you will have to scroll down to see it) and she literally bounced in, hugged me, grabbed her costume and left (and I got two insubstantial Kelsey hugs in there as well.)

Katie had been all sad and freaked (I am going to school… I know no one… I will have no friends).  I said, “Sit next to the girl with the nicest face.  Not the best looking one – the one who looks nicest, most pleasant and friendly.”  So she did and now she’s hanging with a hard working hard playing crowd, just up her alley.  And having fun, too. That 70 bucks I spent on that costume seems to have paid dividends.

PS.  She’s done something with her hair.  It’s darker brown and sort of ripply all over.

Soon I will go off to Famous Foods and get the last of the food I need for the awesome festival of roast fowl and tubers!  Swossage meat for stuffin’.  Hm, mmmm.  Great! It’s after 8 am and they are open…. time to get going.

My third oldest joke:  “Why does thanksgiving come a month earlier in Canada?”  “Because we have less to be thankful for!”

I still haven’t been to see Tom, but I’m still stuffed up and I dread making him sick.  Sicker.

Warm Human Experience

My mOm and I have a little ‘thing’ that we say when a standardized interaction – a bus ride, a visit to a government office, some brushing up against of another human being who is somehow a functionary – turns into a genuine experience plein de twists and turns and full honour given to the humanity of all parties.  Such was my toothicus dirtius cleaning today.  Because I am EVIL, and I mean EVIL, I occasionally take much pleasure in messing with people’s heads. So the gal who polished my teeth, who unless I miss my guess has antecedents who hail from Vietnam way, was horrified (I mean TEARS IN HER EYES) to hear that I “only brush my teeth three times a week, and floss when I remember to.”  (This isn’t true, as will shortly be revealed…. like now, because if I really DIDN’T brush my teeth I’d be a seething mass of cavities.  I mean, when was the last time on this blog that you can recollect I went to the dentist?  I’ve been tested for AIDS and got Hep shots more recently than I’ve been to the dentist, and viz all that, I don’t know whether I’m bragging, complaining or merely reporting the facts.  Anyway… no cavities – except the ones I was originally issued with, suitably edited, augmented and enlarged by nature, thanks.)

So Toothy Dude – my very first male hygienist, wOOt – shakes my hand and within 30 seconds I’ve told him about the whole “slam the beggar woman against the wall” thing from Assassin’s Creed, and he’s told me about the Weezer concert, and the Cure concert he went to earlier, and he’s mentioned psilocybin.  How do they find me?  Am I like a magnet for teh weird, wacky, wonderful?  Go me.  Anyway, it was the best cleaning evah.  Also, this dental palace has THE MOST EXTENSIVE AND EXPENSIVE HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN A PROFESSIONAL OFFICE.  They have elaborate skeletons occupying chairs in the waiting room and my dental station was decorated like a Warner Bros version of a crypt.

Then I went to London Thugs, where they were out of the USB turntable, no duh, and bought curative objects, crackers, and chocolate, and then to Kin’s Farm Market, where I bought a roster of root vegetables, and then I bought an apple peach pie for dessert and a couple of loaves of bread, which I have already toasted for stuffing, and some other snacky type things, and then I bought beer and came home to find a nice plump fresh turkey in our fridge courtesy of Keith and Jeff.

Then, a Buffy blowout. Life, she is so hard.

astonishment!

Keith spent the night.  Today, the dentist and the running around which accrues with Thanksgiving meals.  I’m just waiting for Keith to get back from 7-11 and then…. waffles with strawberries, and cream for our coffee.  Keith arrived, realized he’d forgotten the eggs, and then departed again.  That’s what 4 hours of Assassin’s Creed into the small hours can do to your brain, folks!

Eddie is trying to sleep on my bed again; I left my door propped open last night so he could.  Oh, that’s odd – Eddie just whacked Gizmo over the nose for no reason I can see.  Lightly, with no malice, but Gizmo jumped down from his usual perch on the back deck.

For four years or more I’ve been talking, on and off, about the collapse of civilization.  I guess the thing I keep forgetting is that a collapse generates heat and no light.  People will HATE.  They will hate the wrong things, for the wrong reasons; they will hate and kill.  Watching what people are saying during McCain Palin rallies makes me ill, but Canada’s no different in any meaningful way, we just don’t have a focal point for it yet.

I hope that we can ride out the global economic storm without all migrating back to the ranches of our prairie ancestors; I’m a city girl, and I don’t want to leave.  But human migrations have a merciless logic, and the time has come to start making back up plans, and I am just too citified and lazy to face it.