Maybe I have been reading too many conspiracy theories lately but i cant shake the feeling that things are going just a little too well for our puppy owning friend. I admit, i'v been on the Obama train for quite a while now but im getting wary. I mean, since the Bush/Gore election its quite obvious that the 'land of the free' is anything but. The country that claims to fight for democracy is showering in deceit with nothing to hide behind but a flimsy dollarama shower curtain. You know the one; just a little to short to reach wall to wall with the magnets at the bottom not quite strong enough to keep it stuck to the tub. I cant shake the feeling that our new prez has simply changed the semi transparent curtain for a coloured one with polka dots. But instead of peaking around the curtain we've been distracted by the sounds coming out of his brand new shower radio and the smell of his shampoo. The news isn't full of policy changes, its full of Michelle supporting local designers and the planting of the White house vegetable garden. I want to think he's here for change but we all know that the governments don't really control anything these days. What with the WTO and the IMF allowing multi-nationals to stake claim over formerly sovereign nations the real question is who's signing the cheques? Who's the king and who're the pawns?....i would write more but after learning that the CIA even monitors turnitin.com i'm not sure its a good idea to speak my mind on such an open server. My next post might becoming at you straight from my bunk in Guantanamo bay.....
Love Forever,
Jamie
Monday, April 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I knew it was over the night my mother phoned to discuss the inappropriateness of pornographic graffiti showing up on her news feed.
It could be that for a short time Facebook alone was enough to satisfy my need for self expression online. To blog seemed unnecessary when i could simply update my status. It seems that time is no more, im back.
They may have signed up in an attempt to appear with the times but the truth is not only do our parents not understand, shit would certainly hit the fan if they ever figured it out. To them, Facebook is a phenomena; An intricate construct of social networking filled with such a vast amount of apps that they just cant wrap their limited minds around it. (limited not by a lack of intelligence but by a lack of fundamental hard wiring in their brains. An effect of being raised in the period before Times New Roman overtook cursive writing)They may have accepted our abbreviated figures of speech, our reluctance to use capital letters and our absolute refusal to insert apostrophes but i think thats about as far as it goes. Dont bother trying to explain that before Facebook there was Friendster and before Friendster there was Myspace and before Myspace there was Nexopia. Dont even mention that before blogging there were livejournals. I wouldnt tell them that the list could go on and on, sometimes in a different order, depending on location/age/subculture/etc. They would be horrified to learn the amount of profiles we have filled out without so much as reading - or caring about - the privacy policy. How many lists of favorite bands, tv shows, books, and quotes have been left forgotten, floating lonely in cyber space only to emerge when your date from last Saturday googles your name. I wouldnt even consider letting them know that Facebook isnt the only social networking site being used today. That youth all over the world are also feeding their narcissistic urges with memberships on Twitter and the like.
My mothers furry was slightly subsided when i explained the difference between her news feed and her wall and that the picture was not drawn for her but for my friend. She seemed a bit less anxious when i assured her that (unlike herself) my little cousins have more than 12 "friends" on the book and it was doubtful the graffiti would have even made it to their attention.
She did NOT, however, accept the notion that the picture was anything but an embarrassment to my character; crude and unladylike. Nothing (not even explaining how Facebook friend Matt had changed his Facebook last name to Esticles and therefore I had no choice but to draw said pornographic image in order to get the most possible humour out of the situation) could convince her that this was funny. I am left with no other option but to censor myself until the next dominant design emerges and we can all flee leaving our parents wondering why we didnt RSVP to the baby shower on Thursday.
If you ask me, getting them to understand isnt worth the risk. It would be like trying to download the latest version of msn or itunes to Windows 95. It would be a painfully slow process, with every new update potentially overloading the already overworked hardrive. If i wasnt speaking metaphorically, i would secretly hope for that blue screen of death to come and justify my purchase of a new Macbook but i havent heard anything about Apple unveiling a new series of synapses for the incompatible brain of a Baby Boomer.
Love forever,
Jamie
They may have signed up in an attempt to appear with the times but the truth is not only do our parents not understand, shit would certainly hit the fan if they ever figured it out. To them, Facebook is a phenomena; An intricate construct of social networking filled with such a vast amount of apps that they just cant wrap their limited minds around it. (limited not by a lack of intelligence but by a lack of fundamental hard wiring in their brains. An effect of being raised in the period before Times New Roman overtook cursive writing)They may have accepted our abbreviated figures of speech, our reluctance to use capital letters and our absolute refusal to insert apostrophes but i think thats about as far as it goes. Dont bother trying to explain that before Facebook there was Friendster and before Friendster there was Myspace and before Myspace there was Nexopia. Dont even mention that before blogging there were livejournals. I wouldnt tell them that the list could go on and on, sometimes in a different order, depending on location/age/subculture/etc. They would be horrified to learn the amount of profiles we have filled out without so much as reading - or caring about - the privacy policy. How many lists of favorite bands, tv shows, books, and quotes have been left forgotten, floating lonely in cyber space only to emerge when your date from last Saturday googles your name. I wouldnt even consider letting them know that Facebook isnt the only social networking site being used today. That youth all over the world are also feeding their narcissistic urges with memberships on Twitter and the like.
My mothers furry was slightly subsided when i explained the difference between her news feed and her wall and that the picture was not drawn for her but for my friend. She seemed a bit less anxious when i assured her that (unlike herself) my little cousins have more than 12 "friends" on the book and it was doubtful the graffiti would have even made it to their attention.
She did NOT, however, accept the notion that the picture was anything but an embarrassment to my character; crude and unladylike. Nothing (not even explaining how Facebook friend Matt had changed his Facebook last name to Esticles and therefore I had no choice but to draw said pornographic image in order to get the most possible humour out of the situation) could convince her that this was funny. I am left with no other option but to censor myself until the next dominant design emerges and we can all flee leaving our parents wondering why we didnt RSVP to the baby shower on Thursday.
If you ask me, getting them to understand isnt worth the risk. It would be like trying to download the latest version of msn or itunes to Windows 95. It would be a painfully slow process, with every new update potentially overloading the already overworked hardrive. If i wasnt speaking metaphorically, i would secretly hope for that blue screen of death to come and justify my purchase of a new Macbook but i havent heard anything about Apple unveiling a new series of synapses for the incompatible brain of a Baby Boomer.
Love forever,
Jamie
Friday, February 1, 2008
the newest item on my list of things to do with my life
Build a Cob house...or mabye a straw bale house. Natural building; its inexpensive, energy efficient, and sustainable. They can last hundreds to thousands of years. Plus there really cool looking. www.housealive.org and www.armofthespiral.com
Love Forever
Jamie
Saturday, January 26, 2008
My Adventures at Sherbourne and Dundas
What a man on the street actually said to me today:
"Girl, you got a NICE pussy!."
"Yo Bitch! Get over here!"
i wonder if that ever works for him.
"Girl, you got a NICE pussy!."
"Yo Bitch! Get over here!"
i wonder if that ever works for him.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Monday, December 10, 2007
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