I won’t say it on social media, but this is my space, so… I’m really sorry about the death in Kamloops of the Snowbirds pilot and await with solemn interest the results of the enquiry.
Also RIP Beyond the Beyond one of the few weblogs older than mine. I wonder how long lived mine shall be.
In better news, I saw Katie and Alex today, and I’m so glad.
Today on twitter I said that Andrew Scheer makes a bag of dicks look like party favours for a charm school picnic.
They told me what would happen. I started following racism eradication activists on twitter, and they told me, down to the last squeak of privilege and bleat of illogic and roar of cognitive bias and growl of hatred and whine of misdirection and concussive threat of personal violence and siren of tone policing, exactly what would happen to me when I started confronting racist speech in others, in public. In a three round conversation, I got it all but the threat of violence, including how the other person’s spelling and grammar devolved as (I assume from the name) he completely lost his shit.
I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding conflict and trying to talk pretty; this is going to make the friendships I have with people who want to help me with the work even more important. It already IS ugly. Up until this point I’ve had no skin in the game. That’s what privilege does. Now I want to have skin in the game without getting my feelings hurt, and that’s just not going to happen, and I have to get over it, and I’m scared.
One of the things that is helping is learning about the Japanese-American and African-American troops as they served their country fighting in the Second World War. They wanted to prove two things, their patriotism and their worth. Many made the ultimate sacrifice to demonstrate both. As they fought in their campaigns, they encountered the worst of what human beings can do to each other, and helped destroy the engines of fascism and racism, although they could not eradicate those ideologies. With their sacrifice in mind, I will get off my ass; I will quit whining; I will do the work.
Thanks to the magic of the internet.
Oh people of Egypt, tell the army that you’ll split the difference of all the money you recover from Mubarak. That man needs to sit in front of a judge.
That’s how many were detonated across the earth by the time I was born.
ScaryClown was here last night to ingest food, beer and ZULU in that order. We had fun. I have seen that movie at least twenty times, and every time it blows me away. Keith was here too.
Today I am being different versions of myself. Off to a meeting in PoCo this afternoon. Perhaps I will go to some kind of social media Tweetup tonight but then again, maybe not. I’m finishing up a couple of songs, you know how it is when you’re hacking away at the ends of things and they take slightly more time than anticipated; at the same time starting things seems to go much faster. nautilus3 is scowling. Then she smiles.
I’m getting the playing callouses back on my fingers.
A friend just emailed me a job listing that sounds perfect for me. I heart my friends.
Jeff cleaned the furnace filter. Unless I can come up with a better word than disgusting, it will have to do. The furnace filter appears to have been manufactured sometime prior to the dawn of time.
nautilus3 will like this. It’s the Gordon Mackay catalogue from early in the last century. The colours and textures and design are wonderful. Colin forwarded the link via facebook.
Today I am going to go and see a music teacher who lives close by to see if I can take lessons; then I’m going up to my old workplace for lunch; then I’m going to Surrey for a while, and then I should be home for supper. This is the most I’ve been on transit since the fireworks last summer.
Last night Tom and Peggy and Paul and Keith came over for broiled pork chop, cauliflower and home made cheese sauce, salad, cole slaw, corn and garlic bread. Dessert was fresh fruit and pecan torte. It was all nommers. Then we sang and played for a while.
I light a candle for everybody killed and injured at Fort Hood yesterday. I am sure there will be an uptick in attacks on furrin brown people as a consequence. I light a candle for the man who thought he could made a contribution to world peace by slaughtering his fellow soldiers. It’s just so grisly, and so wrong.
…. is now live on Youtube. I am amazed at how many people were there…
I thought this was BS when I saw the link on reddit, but it’s true. All of the cities in the Eurasian state of Georgia HAVE FALLEN OFF THE MAP? What can this mean or portend? The Satellite pics are still there, but the cities and highways are gone.
Loki has a scary story about a flock of seagulls hitting an Argus during takeoff. Here’s something similar from down under.
It’s always interesting to see complex info graphically displayed.
Later – the link is broken, apologies. Googlin’ Mother Jones Abu Ghraib did not help. It may be possible to find the original link which works on reddit.com. Sorry about that!