Scattered

Ok ... so I have been doing a lot of reading lately on the subject of bibliography and the written word.
This has got me thinking about a lot of things.
First, If I am writing this now. While my body is in my house... my thoughts are immediately transferred all over the world. Anyone can access them at any time. What does this mean for my own sense of place and time.
This out let also means that my thoughts are reoccuring. They reoccur everytime I or someone else choosess to read this. What does this mean for the credibility and authority of what I have to say? Does the act of writing and transmitting them somehow make them better or more important than everything else that crosses my mind during the course of the day?
Second, because I have the means and abilities to put my thoughts on this "board" for people to read, am I participating in furthing the inequities and social injustices of the world by supporting a system that does not allow for equal access and distribution of ideas? How does (or should) this impact my political and social ideology?

I dunno .... lots of things running through my head, but the pasta is overflowing on the stove ... so I must return to this later.
~ V

I pledge allegiance to the stirng of the United Mesh of Mittens ....

So a friend of mine, who shall be named Captain Abolfashion (CA for short) has started a faux organization in his home town in the pursuit of ridding the world of silly fashion. He has posted a number of fliers around his campus and has set up a hotmail account for those willing to attest and support his cause. While being in full support of his cause, I feel (as I do with politics) that this country requires it's own measures to rid the world of Justin and Brittany look-a-likes.


Here was my response....


I pledge allegiance to the string of the United Mesh of Mittens …

Up here, in the north, people are generally more modest. This is a requirement for survival. However, this does not stop masses of people from adorning the latest pair of aviators under their toques or wearing visors muchly askew. Mini skirts are popular in summer, but generally die off by the autumn months. This is not to say that you don’t find the occasional Twinkie wandering down Whyte Ave. at 2 am on a Saturday in December with stiletto heels and a pleated miniskirt on. Take solace in the thought that here Darwin’s theory of natural selection becomes practice. When it is minus 35 without wind-chill and one is stumbling home in 4 feet of snow … unless (s) he dresses appropriately … yes, you will die. This is a bulletin that I thought all Northerners received upon arrival, but apparently some people have taken it off the fridge or forgot to read it in the first place. So, please, send the cause North. Our survival as a society relies on it. God knows, there are no line ups waiting to repopulate the frigid parts of NORTH America. We need to save those we have!

~ Canadian Coalition for the Preservation of Toques and Mittens
(CCPTM)
Accepting new membership




Any Thoughts?

**Over and out**
~V

Crusaders in the 400th dimension

Ok .. So as you know, Evyl is in 2 .. Yes TWO of my classes this semester. Another one of my friends...We shall call him "Captain Obvious" (in order to protect his super hero identity) or Cappy for short is also in 2 of my classes. Unfortunately, he is only in one of the Evyl classes. So, Cappy and I were in class the other day and Evyl opened her mouth as per usual. He looked at me rolled his eyes, leaned over and said, "Does she have ANY idea what she's talking about?" I shook my head no and he winked at me ... Communicating his mutual disapproval of her ignorant comments. We giggled for a moment sharing our mutual disdain for her. After class, Cappy decided to walk me to my next class and on the way he said "Holy crap... That chick is totally on a power trip ... What's up with that?!?" I shook my head again and said, "I dunno .. Maybe she was dropped on her head as a child." He smiled and said, "Well I don't like her. I really don't like her. In fact, I am going to spend the rest of the semester pointing out all of the glaring holes in her points. Wanna help?" Of course I agreed. Today in class after a long and rather circular note between us, he pointed out that if we are to continue with our plan, perhaps he should not have deleted the mass e-mail she sent to the group illustrating her thoughts in 5000 words or more on the next novel we are to read. I have forwarded it to him and we will see what he can come up with. Together, we will fight for justice, truth and safe classroom environments for all ... Or maybe just a few laughs after class ... Either way, revenge is sweet .... And only sweeter with company.
~V

Dry leaves keep falling on my head ...

My "American Beauty" moment ...

Anyone who lives in the University area knows that there is an abundance of trees that line the streets. As previously mentioned in the blog, winter is on its way. I walk to school through the residential area where the streets curve in unexpected ways and the trees hang over your head to block out the harsh morning rays. The trees are blushing and are changing hue. Gold and pink hang like decorative drapes over the road. Flashes of green can still be seen when the wind blows. The wind was blowing today. The leaves were abandoning their summer resting place and floating towards the ground. As I walked past the park the wind swept up a pile of freshly raked leaves and carried them in an eddy around my feet. They swirled past me and down my potential path towards my destination. I watched as they traced the steps I take every day. The pink and gold and flashes of red floated ... twisting around in an undefinable pattern. All of a sudden the wind died and they fell to the ground.
It was very strange. The cosmic powers that be were playing. It was really cool.
~V