Sunday, December 30, 2007

2008 (1st 1/2): -Journalism -starting a novel -continuing to loathe Sociology class (while hopefully earning first Dalhousie A+) -sewing! -cooking for Phoenix youth -hosting my Colombian family with MISA -'capping -upgrading my rat's accommodations So, pretty busy. But all good, all good. News Years approaches! And although this year it is very much about the Chelsey/Clayton wedding, I still respect my favourite holiday for what it has always meant to me... stopping and thinking.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Deserving of its own mention


Is www.paulartson.com

One "-P." has finally begun posting content on the website that will be his internet home as he delves into the musical depths that await him. Of course, it is a must-see for all you curious people out there, and a vital bookmark for those who wish to continue to consider themselves music fans.

It is where Paul will post his songs when they are done (something I look forward to very much, as he hasn't really let me listen to them)

Happy clicking

-B.

Before leaving Halifax

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Janna and I HAD to finish our effigy, our offering to be burnt on the cusp of the year 2008, to gain favour with the new year by discarding all remnants of the last.

We chose to represent a man we both feel great distaste for, Iván Malo, once creepy stalker, now merely a legendary pain in the butt.

Friday, December 14, 2007

"I hate Christmas" (courtesy of Sam at explodingdog.com)



'Tis the season, right? As Stephen Harper sabotages the world's hopes of halting climate change in Indonesia, his loyal subjects back home go mad for the last tree in the lot, anxious to own that little dead status symbol that will linger in their living room for a few weeks, only to be tossed at the dawn of the new year we hypocritically wish will be good to us.

I signed a petition today that hopes to reach 100,000 signees before the end of the day.

"On Saturday, experts gave us the global "fossil" award for being the worst country in the world on climate change."- isn't that something!

At the same time, there is a Christmas tree shortage in Germany (blame the Arabs, the single person households, and the Chinese, of course! Don't blame the culture of disposability and waste that we export!)

A report from AP that says that the Earth may have passed the tipping point came out last week. Scientists estimate, after the record melts from this past summer, that the Artic may very well be completely melted after the summer of 2012. That is 4 and a half years away. I might not even be out of University by then.

What is the point of planning ahead when out world is decomposing and our leaders thwart all hopes of survival? This is like a bad Hollywood disaster movie... bad because it takes place over the course of 15 years, and nobody knows that it is going to end in disaster, so there is no tension.

Just boredom. We shuffle towards our own execution with boredom and shopping lists.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Paul has gone "home" for the Holidays, and thus Christmas starts: in a few days, a long train ride, and Ontario at the end of the tracks. Ahh... --------------- I had an evening nap, fell asleep reading, and now feel a bit like being awake is pointless. Tomorrow I will feel better, right? It is pointless to persevere with today, when the more sleep, the more great the morning will be. I have a feeling I will not feel great in the morning. That is why I go upstairs now to eat a green apple, in contradiction of my baser instincts.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Goodnight

This weekend I: -Did not leave the house -Watched two cars pop their tires on the curb, two run into stationary objects, many slip around in circles, and one girl wipe out on her moped scooter. Icy roads. -Wrote 20 pages, double spaced, size 12 font. Half in English, half in Spanish. -Watched a few episodes of Kenny vs. Spenny. -Banished my rats to the kitchen, twice, so their nocturnal habits would stop driving me mad. -Cooked a couple times -Showered I think I deserve to go to bed before midnight.