Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
And that means, every once in a while, he sends me some news.
His latest news is that he has rewritten every one of Shakespeare’s plays in easy to understand language. It’s actually called Shakespeare for White Trash. The one I picked to start reading is Richard III. When I got to the line, “We’re not trying to bust your balls, Brakenbury,” I just about lost it.
I got about another two paragraphs before I cracked up again. I’m looking forward to the whole thing.
oh god….. want want want.
I have totally scanged this from Lady Miss Banjola’s LJ. PS, Naptor the Somnolent is what she called temporary-like during parasitiwackical incubationess.
But the telecom choices in Canada are basically:
We Hate You Inc.
We Hate You More Than That And Charge Overage Fees For How Much We Don’t Care Ltd.
We Love You! PS We Have Coverage In Two Square Blocks Of Toronto And An Internet Café In Moosejaw Dot Com
We Used To Be Okay But Now We Are A Wholly-Owned Subsidiary Of We Hate You Inc. And Have Adopted A Certain Attitude Of Ennui Towards Customer Service, We Hope You Understand, Although Not With Any Great Enthusiasm Co.…so Rogers is, and I state this with no small measure of despair, actually the best choice in this area. Blarf.
No walk this morning, cleaning instead.
Coffee’s ready. I am very happy with my current coffee. I have decided that I don’t really like the coffee from church, so I’ll continue to buy fair trade coffee but I’ll stick to what I like.
We actually got through a bottle of red wine without throwing any out. This never happens, mostly because I do not drink wine.
Work, which has been intense and crunchy, continues to kick it up a notch. There’s nothing like talking down a customer who starts a 35 minute conversation with a polite request to speak to your grandboss and ends with a “Have a nice cold beer”, but that was how my day ended.
I still haven’t been able to get to a music shop to buy an amp. Grr
The homily is mocking me. I need inner strength, or something.
I send out an enormous shout out to Sue Sparlin. I luves that woman.
I could complain about other stuff, like how my daughter hasn’t called me in a week, but that is just me being grumpy. and I’m going to be in the Grumpy Zone for a while yet.
I am breakfasting with Paul – oatmeal – and drinking coffee. I know I’m being a slug so I’m encouraging Paul to get me exercising so we went for a constitutional this morning. Margot thought about coming along for the first little bit but she’s even lazier than I am.
I have been watching the world, and I am not happy with the signs. I do not trust the future; I’m uneasy in the present and the past is gnawing at me. Many different waves are coming at me and I am reminded of Loppe’s comment to Gelis, “Buoyancy, mademoiselle, is always an asset.”
I am hoping my mother will get some mileage out of the Henry Thomas Wake diaries – there’s somebody in England who runs a lovely blog who’s interested in them.
The homily is stalled on the notion that if you can’t connect cognitive bias to a story (without stories how shall the people live?) the homily itself will be lifeless and unmemorable.
The hymns, fortunately, are picked out and off to the accompanist, thank you Marnie!
I borrowed Mike’s 12 string Aria electric, and now I’m in the market for an amp.
Tom is working on my subwoofer for the car. I may have to buy a new one, and it’s my own fault for letting groceries slosh around in front of the unprotected cone.
Now it’s time to get a real start on the day. I like this getting up and going for a walk. I do feel very awake.
Paul fixed up my bike so I could give it to Katie and we haven’t seen hide nor hair of her. She’s been working almost every day though.
I am having SEVERE “the Wire” deficiency. I love that show, and we can’t get more of it from Zip until we start returning things.
Jeff and I watched the Departed. That is also a very good watch. Leo diCaprio was so visceral….
Church was great.
I watched, but cannot recommend as ‘fun’, Standard Operating Procedure. It was heartbreaking to see those young people hung out to dry for what wasn’t their responsibility.
I’m sitting in the kitchen watching the sun breaking through the clouds. Today I’m getting the furniture on the back deck ready to be put away for the rainy season by getting it all clean and dry. I shelled the seed peas, cleaned the last of the seed quinoa, and once it’s a little dryer I’ll put the last of the sod I pulled out of the yard for the garden into the composter. Paul figured out how to get the chaff separated from the seeds for the quinoa – but first you have to dry everything. My big mistake was processing everything wet.
Jeff has learned to clean out Miss Margot’s eyecruft. I noticed that she was phenomenally goopy this time last year too – much more so than normal, so I’m assuming that like most Persians she has some kind of allergy. She’s on the qui vive right now, there are bush tits flocking through the dogwood in the back yard and while she’s no bird hunter (flying insects being more her speed), she’s intensely interested in our feathered friends.
Eddie ‘pulled a Margot’ the other day, blasting past her so close that he nearly bowled her over. It doesn’t matter – nothing he can do would end her regard and admiration for him. I love how she runs parallel to him throwing her silky tail over his back, while standing about a third closer to the ground.
So nice to have the back door standing open. Friends and family come visit!
ow. I suppose I know ‘where all the time went’ now.
I took Keith and Jeff to eat steak at the Keg last night. It was yummers.
Dear Friend of the BCCLA
Normally at the end of the month we’d send you a list of the rights violations we’ve been working on. This month I want to tell you about what might be the biggest issue we’ve ever uncovered. Thanks to our contacts made over our recent northern outreach tour, and our partnership with strong aboriginal organizations like the Union of B.C. Indian Chiefs, we have been able to uncover three videos of what we believe are abusive interactions between aboriginal men and RCMP officers in Williams Lake, as well as what appears to be clear retaliation against a local media outlet for trying to tell the story of RCMP and aboriginal relations in the community. We’re sending the information to the media this morning.
Lloyd Gilbert was tied to a chair for over three hours and forced to urinate on himself in what we thought at the time was an isolated incident of problematic policies and lack of judgment. It proved to be the tip of an iceberg. Lloyd’s video led us to Curtis Billy.
Curtis Billy was sitting in his cell when he was tackled by Warren Brown, the head of the RCMP in Williams Lake and pinned down by four RCMP officers. Bleeding and in pain, he was dragged into court for his trial. His lawyer demanded to know what happened and the matter is back in court today with Staff Sgt. Brown testifying. Curtis was allegedly refused medical attention, even though he said he was having difficulty breathing. His video led us to Oren Mostad.
Oren Mostad was punched repeatedly in the booking area of the Williams Lake RCMP detachment after he pulled his arm away from an RCMP officer and was then tackled to the ground. He says he was asking why he was being arrested after showing up at the station to ask why the RCMP had seized his guns. He was never charged with any offence in relation to the hunting rifles, but the incident in the video caused police to believe the officer involved had been assaulted, and Oren was charged with assaulting a peace officer. Oren’s video led us to information that yet another video of a separate incident might exist. We’re still following up on that one, and who knows where that video will take us.
The head of the RCMP in Williams Lake is Warren Brown. Brown is the first man in on Curtis Billy and the voice in the media defending the decision to tie Lloyd to the chair for three hours. When he read a local news story from WelcomeToWilliamsLake DOT ca saying RCMP officers were harassing aboriginal customers at a local bar, Brown appears not to have investigated the serious allegations. Instead he cut the media outlet from the RCMP press release distribution list and personally sent them an e-mail saying so and advising them not to report the contents of his e-mail.
When our team started digging, we found a B.C. Supreme Court case that said that Warren Brown had started work as a Delta Police Department officer. While there, Brown was investigated by his Chief for of deceit, discreditable conduct and abuse of authority and then was forced to attend a discipline hearing. The BCCLA doesn’t know if there ever was a discipline hearing. At some point, either before or after that hearing, Brown quit Delta PD and moved to the RCMP.
Thanks to your support, we uncovered this story and will be making it public this morning. We wanted you to be among the first to know, because you made it possible. Of course, as usual, the RCMP will be investigating and will be the investigated, but we’re working on that issue too.
We’re counting on you to ensure accountability for the RCMP not just in Williams Lake, but across British Columbia. $100 a month makes a huge difference because it makes us possible for us to invest staff hours in education, litigation, and advocacy. $50 a month means that we can keep pushing for the release of the Clayton Alvin Willey video from Prince George and get justice for his untimely death. Even a pledge of $10 a month means we can do outreach to people in communities like Williams Lake that would otherwise never hear from us and lack resources for knowing and protecting their rights.
Your dollars are an investment in justice and RCMP accountability to ensure better policing for everyone.
We were watching House last night. A brother wanted to sacrifice a lung (which would shorten his already shortened life) to save his sister.
Jeff looks at me and says, “You can’t have my lung.”
NUN FIGHT. Scanged from PZ Myers’ blog.
soooooooooooooooooooo tired. But I got more sleep than yesterday !