Passed 4,000!

Almost a year ago, September 14, to be exact, I began my petition effort, urging my government; The federal government of Canada to include animal rights in the constitution. My signature goal has been to get 10,000 signatures and then deliver my petition to his royal ass holeness, our P.M.

I have happy to say I have over 4,000 signatures, almost halfway to may goal. Though I have had to post and re-post my petition 15 times, so far, which is disappointing.

I also don't understand how and why a site like Care2 has no standards at all. People can post anything they like, in the fucked up guise of petition.

My grand total for today is 4,056 signatures! That is, spread out over the 15 petitions, but still...

I will re-post again, because the fucking Toronto film festival is about to start and it was that festival that allowed those 2 evil monsters that I mention in my petition, to screen their "film" of the kitty they had found, posthumously dubbed Kensington by local activists. The "film", the basis of my petition, was torture. They found a homeless kitty and skinned him alive for the viewing pleasure of the sick public, who clearly had no qualms with it.

People probably said it was "edgy", it was "art". Let's reverse the situation and skin them alive!

Please keep signing. This is my largest collection of signatures


http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/put-animal-rights-into-the-constitution

and the newest: ( I hope it links properly..I've been having pure problems with stupid Care2's idiot site!)
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/include-animal-rights-in-canadas-constitution-boycott-the-tiff/

Weather and all that Jazz

So, Earle's presence is being felt as I write, however moderate it may be. It feels like winter and the wind is strong and loud as loud. No rain today..yet, though? To be honest, I was kinda hoping for something more than strong blustery winds, but alas. It is cozy weather though.

One of the outside cats is smart, if not mean, he bit me a few weeks ago...blood and all. I was petting him and he chomped down, but he had the sense to stay in the garage today, which he isn't allowed to do, but I found him there, and it's scary weather, so I fed him there too.

I wish I could get the cool-as-hell job of being a person who names the weather conditions. Fuck, how cool would that be? You see a tornado a comin', and you get to check your alphabetized roster of names and select one or just make one up connected with where in the alphabet you're at. Tropical storms get the same deal too. I just think it would be cool.

I also wish to become a paint namer. There's a paint colour called "Aha moment". Can you imagine the conversation: I'd like the Aha Moment on the walls and the Einstein's brain on the ceiling. No, no that's the wrong shade of brain. I said Einstein's not Kruschev. "
Those would be in the line of political house paints, which would be directly next to the paints that are named for moments in your life, any moment, like, say the moment you remembered where you put the paint.

Rain, rain, keeps me sane even when it's pouring

A photo I took of Loch Ness. I guess Nessie was out that particular morn.


It's a beautiful Friday afternoon, it's pouring, and there was loud, scary thunder a second ago.

I love the rain, it makes me feel pensive, but also tired. I'm grateful it's raining because the humidity was awful.


I wanted to add a sound clip...from a great movie. But alas, I've been waiting for shit to upload for over half an hour and the battery on the computer is dying and someone has decided to hide the plug...I guess that's the level of maturity here. So, to sum up, the computer's about to die, I can't get the clip up, and the plug's been hidden. Good times!
And the font button's missing, and now I am having problems publishing this wee rant.
The stupid font button decided to grace me with its appearance...after the fact though.
So frustrating.
And a final p.s, after a good hour searching for the damn plug, and the computer fully dead, I walked back into the dining room and lo, there it was, on the table. Like a miracle. Of course, it didn't walk there or even fly.

A critique of the film beauty shop

I watched some of a movie called beauty shop last night...it was like a car wreck, you felt disgusted and curious and therefore couldn't pull away. I was totally appalled at all the stereotypes and full-on racism. Shit.

I get it, hollywood is racist and black women, especially, find it hard to get parts, but, come one, have some fucking self respect. Every woman who worked in the shop was the stereotype of lascivious, loud, obnoxious. All the white women in the movie were skinny and awkward and racist.

To put things in their proper colonial context, we read, " To the European male,the black African woman was regarded as feral and lascivious-- in all respects.It is through the labelling of black woman as promiscuous that her sexuality is ultimately denigrated" ( quoted from a paper I wrote, entitled, Slackness in the Dancehall: Caribbean Women Negotiating Sexual Spaces to Create Personal Emancipation-- a long title, I know! :) )

One scene that disturbed me more than any other; a black man who had been hired to work in the formerly all female-shop, to do braiding,(was now dating the lone white woman working in the shop) was asked by a white female client to carry a box out to her car for her; though she was clearly capable of doing it her dam self. He dutifully obliged, and as he had turned to go with the box, she got up, grabbed his ass, and proclaimed, "firm!"

He didn't even turn around and say anything, not even a sexual come on to the woman who had just felt him up--, in keeping with the stereotypes of the film. He just took it, silently, and kept walking. It was his girlfriend who asked the client if she would mind not doing that in future because they, meaning she and the guy were
" hanging out now."
Fuck, I guess the beauty shop had actually been transposed to a fucking plantation all over again, they were in the south, after all. The southern belle/slave dichotomy.

Author Maria Margarita Castro Flores , in her article, Religions of African Origin in Cuba: A Gender Perspective makes the assertion that racial barriers from colonialism in Cuba have been clearly carried over into today's Cuba. However, those barriers don't stop in Cuba only. We can see clear and apparent evidence of colonialism still alive and kicking in the above mentioned film.
We read, " some members of the population still evaluate skin colour, characterizing the black person as "scandalous, crude, delinquent and indolent" and the white person as " discrete, educated and one that strives to live better and knows how to behave."

However, any "member" who still holds firm to those racist notions more than likely believes that colonialism wasn't as evil and pervasive as it is and continues to be and also probably sees black people as "other"; that is, still sees the colour of the person and not the person.

And one more, makes 7!

Ok, make that 7..hawks. I saw my 7th today, well now it's already tomorrow. At first I thought it didn't count, the 7th hawk, cuz it was on a t-shirt and all it said was "the hawk" and in the middle was a silhouette picture of a hawk, in perfect v formation; swooping. It looked just the 6 I've seen this far.

So, after consulting my mom, who was with me, she said it definitely counted, and then I had to agree. I mean, there was this random man standing at a bus stop and I just happened to glimpse at his shirt which just happened to have a hawk on it, just as I was on my way to have (more) dental surgery. It counts!

Lately I've been re-reading old plays I love. Why plays and not novels, no real reason. I've re-read Death of a Salesman, and Angels in America(AIA), both parts, and read, for the first time, The Government Inspector, by Gogol, I also started to revisit the Orestian Trilogy by Aeschylus. I got all involved in the intro; which is a full-on historical essay, it's really interesting.

Death of a Salesman is pretty amazing, especially the second time around. Re-reading it I found out that the waiter, Jake? is suicidal. He says a line about how lucky Happy is for having gone to the war and how he wishes he could've gone too, so that he could've died and wouldn't have had to still be living. He says it so quickly and casually that if you blink, literally and figuratively, you truly miss it. I had to re-read that part about four times in a row to really allow what had just been said to seep in to me. It's such a tragic play, and yet I always feel upset at not knowing who I despise more (or less).

Speaking of intensely layered works; I think Tony Kushner's a genius! Here's a line from Perestroika, (which is AIA, Part 2), in which Belize the nurse/drag queen is talking to Louis about racist, white America. Louis the forever ambivalent can't seem to figure out who's more racist; himself or America. ( He's also just recently walked out on his long-term lover, Prior, Belize's best friend. Prior has just found out he's got(full-blown( a term I hate) AIDS.)
Belize says: "The white cracker who wrote the national anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on earth sounds less like freedom to me..." (pgs 94-94, Perestroika, )

6 Hawks are better than 3!

Judgements versus decisions, that's today's topic. Geez I feel so damn stuck but afraid to move..in any direction, so I maintain the safe path; the one causing least anything-waves, change..anything.
What to do?

Maybe I'll find some answers as I meditate on the full moon; then again maybe I won't..who knows.

My grand total for hawk-sightings is up now to 6! Both times the hawks were in groups of 3, pretty significant, no?

"The hawk comes to you indicating that you are now awakening to your soul purpose, your reason for being here. It can teach you how to fly high while keeping yourself connected to the ground. As you rise to a higher level, your psychic energies are awakening and the hawk can help you to keep those senses in balance. Its message for you is to be open to hope and new ideas, to extend the vision of your life."( from a blog posting I found)

I hope some of this rubs off on my life..soon.

Passed 3,000

My petition, in all its 13 reincarnations has finally amassed 3,000. 3,313 signatures to be exact! Only 7,000 more to reach my goal!

Very exciting.

In other news, it's so hot and humid I love it. Though there were so many idiots at Pride who brought their dogs out in the sweltering heat with no shade no water nothing. I gave a bottle of water to a man for his dog. The dog looked like he was about to die and the fucking ass man had a cup for the poor dog to try to drink from, and that he was all fur and black made it worse. That man should have been fined $, 2000 minimum

I should run for mayor.



I went to the beach the other day...sadly the water is polluted beyond gross, but sand and warmth feel beautiful.

Today my fam and I went to the country, well "country-lite" the city encroaches more and more.
Though we did see two chipmunks, beautiful butterflies and emerald dragonflies and I saw a frog! Oh and we saw three red-tailed hawks circling above us. That was cool.

The weather was beautiful.