Going Holier Than Thou

Yeah my first rant!

Eh hem...I get twitchy when I read about people who are doing things "for the environment"; and get into this whole my-carbon-footprint-is-smaller-than-yours/holier than thou attitude. I think it simmers down to another distraction. I think the more mature and evolved thing to do is to just do it. A lot of times making someone aware is synonymous with "here's why you are a monster for..."

The more I read, the more I feel like I wouldn't tell anyone anything.
I think a raw food diet might be a very good thing for me, raw foodism though, not so much. I recycle - my family has always been reusers out of necessity- before we came to this country and before it became fashionable. (I happen to live in a place that makes recycling ridiculously easy so I'm no saint). My sister doesn't recycle. I take out her trash - and respect her wishes and I don't make a big deal about it. It seems stupid that that is condemnable but fracturing my relationship with her over it wouldn't be.

I really try and remind myself to live and let live. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life and burned a lot of bridges but when I needed help and got it - from someone who could have told me how far to go and which bus to take - I realized what a gift I'd been given. A gift that I have the ability to give anytime anywhere.

Of course my saying anything just as bad...

I remember watching a video of a talk by Ted Nordhaus and Michael Shellenberger and it really resonated with me. Can't find the particular videos I watched but found an hour twenty-five minute video on YouTube(?!) I didn't know videos could be that long on YouTube.
Oh YouTube commenters...

All this came about from my reading this article and all the comments. All. Maybe I shouldn't despair/disparage/judge commenters. The internet has allowed all manner of people to put their opinions online. I think it could be more respectful, though.

It really needs to be seen in full screen

but I can't get it to work. May do an Amy Winehouse next.

I like it

Well, as long as I'm here

Trying to finish The Field. Convinced I can. It will be overdue though. Sorry, next dude.

Ugh, it's Christmas

Thought I would be more gung ho by today but I just wanna spend Christmas with the furry one. Can't even remember last Christmas - oh wait yes I can. Wasn't so bad. I was late though...crap.

Behold...!

I've decided to come back...anonymously. This will now be just for me. I'm not looking for readers or followers or whatever. This is just to help me remember what I was doing online and when. That's it. Yay!

So I'm really into Frank Herbert's Dune. I am on the second book of the series, Dune Messiah. On the back cover there is a picture of Mr. Herbert sitting at a typewriter with a bookshelf behind him. There are also some books on the desk and I can make the title out on those. I want to look them up and see what they are about.

I am thinking about writing but I see that I have a long way to go. I am writing here for practice - writing and discipline. Getting online is the one thing I seem to do without fail everyday.

Strange Things Happen

Things I looked up today:

• Wanda Koop after listening to a CBC interview
• Andrew Sullivan, Michael Musto and Michelangelo Signorile
• a short article that I had read earlier this month and that I thought was worth commenting on. (I won't though).

I spent a lot of time working on this and I am wondering now if that was time well spent. At least now I've got some perspective...

Things that didn't get done today:

• my search for relevance
• item one of the first day of the rest of my life
• lead from temptation to start this

I don't need this pressure, Ron

It's exactly 1 year since I signed up for this blog. My penchant for self-censorship is driving me over the edge. It seems so simple - just write something, any bloody thing - what does it matter? There are probably millions out there right? Who freaking cares! Alright, enough already.

I saw Billy Bragg (herein after referred to as Billy as I'm sure there will be future posts about him) at the Opera House in Toronto on March 11, 2006. My first Billy concert ever. I've been on a bit of a Billy bender ever since.

I replaced my long lost (borrowed and never returned) copy of The Internationale which has now been re-released with a DVD; borrowed my sister's copy of BB Live at the Barbican; posted to the Toronto forum on the Billy site apologizing for the angry postcard I sent when I was in London in March 2005 (it felt good to get that off my chest). I've been hunting down press about the event but quickly realized that's what I should have been doing before Saturday.

Ok, that wasn't so bad. It won't win any awards for interesting but, you know, whatever.

The Misanthrope's Wife