Jesus saves

My darling Canucks aren't doing so well. Clearly they need some divine help...

the above and following

The thoughts...are not mine. They came freely to me, and I give them freely away. I have no "intellectual property," and I think that all claimants to such propert are theives.

I am well aware that you cannt give your thoughts to someone who will not take them, and I am prepared for that. I would like to be agreed with, of course, but the rules of publication require me o be willing also to be disagreed with , to be ignored, and even to be disliked. Those who are so moved by this book to disagreement or dislike will take discomfort, I hope, from hearing that some of my readers treat me kindly.

Kindness from readers is something that no essayist (and no writer of any other kind) has a right to expect. The kindness I have recieved from readers I count as the only profit from my work that is entirely net. I am always grateful for it and often am deeply moved by it.

But kindness is not - is never - the same as complete agreement. An essayist not only has no right to expect complete agreement but has certain responsibility to ward it off. If you tell me, dear reader, that you agree with me completely, then I must suspect one or both of us of dishonesty. I must reserve the right, after all, to disagree with myself.
--Wendell Berry

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The following has nothing to do with the above.

The lovely Davina reminded me of an operation I recently performed in which her old brain was removed and a new brain implanted. (See here for details.) Fantastic results have been observed. As such, the proceedure* is now open to the rest of the public. Partial brains available too. Please contact for a full listing of services and rates.

*patent pending

staging an investigation

My housemates are right about many things.... On the issue of fishnets, however, I cannot agree. I am of the opinion that, worn right, they can be both classy and sexy. B only wears them on Halloween, while K refuses to wear them at all because they are trashy and for hookers ("prostitutes wear them").

What's the verdict folks? Fishnets: classy, sexy, attractive, hideous, trashy or hooker-esque?

fights, farmers and forms of gas

i'm all for causes...fight the good fight and all that. and i do love farmers. and food/agriculture in general. but i can't help but wonder if driving tractors around queens park isn't a little bit of a waste of gas? especially when the farmers are asking for more subsidies. do they have the money to be wasting gas?

on top of that, it's farm gas. which, although its a pretty colour, it tends to be less pure.

unless, maybe they're burning biodiesel. i'd be ok with it then.

opportunity knocks

i may not know what i'm doing with the rest of my life, but i sure do know i won't be working for Shell.

Commie commissioned poetry

In 1952, the Czech national poet, F. Hrubin, writes this.

Z kominu se kouri
slunce oci mhouri
mhur si oci mhur
kdyby se z nich nekourilo
bylo by nam hur

Now, for those of you who don't speak some sort of slavic language (what, you don't speak Czech!?!?), the translation is as follows.

Smoke from smokestacks runs
squint-eyed is the sun
squint, sun, squint your eyes
if it were not for the smokestacks
worse would be our lives

Gotta love Communism.

a cockroach reminds you of...me?

Quite plainly, I was unsure whether to be touched, or disgusted.

Then you recounted the story of how I used to shower in heels due to the pitter-patter of little feet that occasionally graced the presence of our shower. That's cockroach feet, not kid feet. In my opinion, it was only logical. Cockroaches tend to be about two inches long and one inch tall. How better to stay decidedly away from them then to wear three inch heels? Plus, it was kind of hot showering in shoes, if you know what I mean.

So I guess having cockroaches remind people of me isn't the worst thing.