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| Unsolved murder |
| 09.22.06 (2:01 pm) [edit] |
So I came out of my house this morning on my way to school and was surprised to see a CBC news van outside with a camera man taking shots of my house.
He appologized, but told me that he was following up on the story of what happened seven years ago. For those who don't know, a 94 year old lady who lived here alone was raped and murdered. They people who did it flooded the house and left her here. They found her a few days later. They never caught who did it.
So I asked him if he was doing a new story on it, and he told me that they charged someone today. I was completely elated!!! What a relief! He asked me why I was so happy about it on camera, and I was completely nervous and just started babbling...hehehe. I hate public speaking.
Anyhow, I guess I'll be on tonight's news!
Here's the story from CBC website:
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/sask...
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| All white people are racist |
| 09.22.06 (10:57 am) [edit] |
My Aboriginal justice professor had the balls to make this blatant, offending and racist remark in our lecture.
Apparantly, all white people are racist. It isn't intentional. It's just something they can't help because they have "white privilige". Maybe she's right. I mean...I can't say that I'm not racist. It isn't something I can really help. Like, if I see someone of a different race on a bus, do you smile at them? If you do, are they going to think you're only doing it because of their ethnicity? Do you ignore them? If so, are you only doing so because of their color? Do you do it because you don't know what to do? Isn't that, in itself, racism? I think so.
The thing is...why are only white people racist? There was a lady in class who told a story of her grandfather telling her that white men are bad and that they'll only hurt her. Why isn't that racist? The prof's explanation is because it wasn't a malicious act. It was an attempt to protect his grandaugter.
So, if I am constantly exposed to negative behaviour with respect to other races of people, and I tell MY daughter that the people of those other races are bad and will hurt her...why does that make ME any more racist than that grandfather? Oh..I forgot. I'm Metis. I guess that analogy wouldn't apply to me. Or maybe only partly to me, since I'm just a half-breed.
I'm really trying to understand why everyone puts down white people. Why are they so bad? They're users, racists, abusers, takers and leeches. Is it so wrong for the white man to treat others like themselves as though they are being abused by other races of people? Because they are. Why is it so wrong to be proud to be white? Why can the Aboriginal people be proud to be who they are...but not the white people? Why do African people have a holiday to celebrate themselves, but if the white people had a "white pride" day, they're just even bigger racists? Why does the world shame white people? They can't help that they're white, just like the rest of the world can't help what color they are. Ancestors make mistakes...and the white people made a lot of them. Why does the world shame their children and grandchildren for hundreds of years?
I'm really trying to understand...but there's a fair amount of dissonance with respect to what I'm being taught in this class. It isn't fitting.
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| Need research help |
| 09.18.06 (7:10 am) [edit] |
Okay, I've decided on an idea for my sociology papers. I don't have much experience in this department, so I'm going to need help.
Why is there such a drastic difference between the behaviour of women and men when they are watching strippers? That is, opposite-sexed strippers.
Now, I've seen men at a strip club. There just isn't too much happening there. They sit there and watch the girls dance with their hands in their...ahem..."laps", and throw the odd 5-spot into their g-string.
Women, on the other hand (so I've heard), turn into lunatics when they get to see a male stripper. Apparantly their behaviour can be so deviant that people will leave the show. But, I've never been to a male stripper, so I've decided that I need to go now. Anyone want to join me?
Also, any comments on the subject would help out a lot. If you've ever been to see a male stripper, I'd like to hear about it.
Thanks for the help!!
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| Dark side of the rainbow |
| 09.10.06 (12:02 pm) [edit] |
Well, MK is finally back in town!!! YAY!! I am extremely happy about that. He was sure missed...but then I'm a great big marshmallow of a sucky, heh.
So I was surfing online and I came across this film. It is the Wizard of Oz, but it is synchronized to Pink Floyd's Dark side of the Moon album. It's pretty trippy how everything works toghether. Everything from the tornado to the appearance of the wicked witch. Even the lyrics are timed significantly.
I recommend everyone check it out!! It's pretty trippy.
http://video.google.com/video...
Enjoy!
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| Boy, was I at the right place at the right time!!! |
| 09.09.06 (4:22 am) [edit] |
So, I go out for a nice long coffee with my girlfriend last night. I was in my PJs already and had to work until midnight. I wouldn't normally go for coffee that late, but I was missing my boyfriend quite a bit and needed the company. I drank LOTS of joe, and didn't get home unitl around 2am.
So I finally hit the sack after three visits to the bathroom. I know, I know...what did I THINK 2 hours of coffee would get me? Anyhow...three visits, bed, sleep. I wake up for a fourth potty break at around 5am. I get up, half asleep, do my thing and head back downstairs. As I enter my bedroom, I notice a burning smell. I hate burning smells, 'cause I'm very anal about the possibility of burning to death in a house fire and when I smell things like this, I wonder if I may be dreaming or imagining things.
So, I run upstairs and I can still smell it in the kitchen. Not so much in the living room though. I go back downstairs and check the furnace...it's cold but the fan is blowing, so I assume the smell is outside. I head back to bed, but then a creepy feeling of something not right runns down my spine, and I stop and stand by the bed for a second. For some reason, I think of a wiring problem within the walls. There's NO WAY I'll be able to sleep now, unless I find out what's going on.
So I head back upstairs and open the back door. I can see over the fence and into the ally, the unmistakable orange, flickering reflection of a fire. I run to the phone but it's dead. I charge downstairs to get the other one, aware that precious seconds are ticking by and I don't know what's burning. I have a feeling that it might be a dumpster, but if that's the cause, it's a pretty big dumpster!!
My adrenaline is gushing as I dial 911 while I'm rushing outside at full speed. I get far enough to see the actual flames as the operator answers the call and connects me to the fire department. I can hardly speak, I'm shaking with the urgency of it all, and I tell the dispatcher what I see along with the address. She tells me that they are on their way, so I hang up and fly back to the house, through it and over to the neighbour's. I frantically ring the doorbell and I can see someone's shadow as they check to see who it is. They open the door and I deliver the news...."Your garage is on fire!!"
Everyone in the house is awake now and I make my way into the back yard to get a better view. It's a better view alright, but the space between the garage and the house only serves to become a resevoir for the smoke. By lungs begin to burn within minutes and my eyes water to the point where I had to leave and come home. I sat on the front step, mistakenly thinking that it would be better than going into the house, but it really wasn't. The fire SUV pulled up and the fireman got out to talk to me. He said that that was the third garage fire they've had within an hour.
Now here I am...charged with the morning's craziness. My lungs have stopped hurting so much, but they feel funny and I'm still kinda wheezy. I'm secretly glad it wasn't my house, but at the same time, pissed off at the kind of people who would do this. I went out to watch after they got the blaze put out. The garage doesn't actually look that bad...I mean, there is lots of work to be done. It's old, so it might even need to be torn down, but I don't know if the contents got damaged that badly. But then...I haven't seen the inside. From what I can tell, they likely got to it before it became a complete writeoff.
What do I need to look for adventure for? Just live in Alphabet City...it has a way of finding YOU!
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| Up and running |
| 09.08.06 (9:00 am) [edit] |
Well, school is back in full swing. I have some very interesting classes this year. Man, the first couple of days is just like Christmas, 'cause I never remember what classes I'm signed up in until I get there. And then I sit there with a big grin on my face, listening to my prof utter the word "fuck" over and over again, thinking....Oh yeah! Philosophy of Sex. Perfect to start off a long day of lectures.
So anyhow, I came across a lovely photo that I thought I would share with everyone. Some things just you should try a little harder not to drop.
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