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ramblings of an information troubleshooter
pay no mind to what they say
dragged myself out of bed and to the office in the early
afternoon to finish something that i had promised done
before monday. was planning on taking in the matinee
showing of the movie 'les choristes' at the astro, but
joe invited me to coffee at fantasy palace and since i
hadn't eaten anything yet, the tasty treats at the palace
seemed a bit more enticing than the buttered popcorn
offered by the theatre.
so, we rehashed the events / non-events of the previous
evening for a bit. angie came in all wired, having only
slept for a couple of hours. then it was back to the
office to wrap things up.
dropped my stuff
off at home before swinging by kathleen's office (yet
another sunday-worker !) and delivering her the mittens
that she had left at karaoke the night before. we then
walked over to the parish hall for the toonik tyme
community feast where we ran into sue and olivia. the
spread of seal laid out seemed impressive, but once the
MC finished his spiel, it was a feast free-for-all.
now, traditionally, elders would be given the chance to
get the best pieces, followed by the kids and then
everyone else. anything left over after everyone had
sampled a bit would be available for people to take
home. instead of that orderly process, we watched as
everyone scrambled to slice off their chunk, stuff it
in a plastic bag and quickly skeedaddle out the door.
when all that was left were a few chunks, someone lent
me an ulu and i carved off a bite-sized piece of seal
for myself. it wasn't as strong as some of the seal meat
that i've had before, but even that attribute wasn't
enough to lure sue, that former vegan, to try a bit.
however, her and olivia were impressed by the
hand-knitting that one of the women demonstrated with
the seal intestines.
after all that excitement, i just had to go home for
another nap :) got up later in the evening to dig
into all of the chores that i had put off for a lazy
sunday - washing dishes, taking out the garbage,
sorting recyclables, putting away laundry that had
been drying on my couch, making lunches for the next
week, eating food in the freezer so that i wouldn't
need to leave it on during my stint in the south -
and that was the day.
- link of the day:
uncle sam, hello team europe
In 1989, the European Union banned imports
of hormone-laden beef. Ten years later, when
it lost the case at the WTO, the EU chose to
pay the penalty of approximately $100 million
to the United States and Canada over lost
revenue rather than reverse its ban. Last
November, however, the EU decided it was
tired of paying through the teeth for its
policies. Armed with new scientific evidence
of the risks that such hormones pose for humans,
its officials counter-challenged the North
Americans at the WTO.
They don't want our beef or any other type of
U.S.-engineered techno-food. The United States
has now gone to the WTO to claim compensation
for five years of losses connected to the EU
moratorium on new varieties of genetically
modified organisms (GMO). The U.S. corporate
food lobby is also pressing the Bush
administration to launch yet another WTO suit
to challenge the EU's labeling and traceability
law, which is designed to give consumers more
control over what they eat. At issue here is
a very different approach to the application of
technology to the food system. Where Europeans
are cautious and more concerned about its
effects on human life, the American philosophy
is all about the corporate bottom line.
i change my plans, i change my ways
it looked like such a nice day today that i thought
i'd wear my fedora. however, i had miscalculated,
and the windchill was still a bit much for my tender
ears, so i had to pull my hood up over the hat. my
hands were toasty, tho, so i pulled off the overshells,
leaving the inner gloves that i had bought a couple of
months back from a vendor at the storehouse. they were
black hide, with a woolen lining and a rim of fur around
the wrist - very spiffy.
i left the mitts in the usual place in my office,
topped by my hat. sometime in the morning, i moved my
hat to get at some papers underneath the gloves and
neglected to move the hat back. at the end of the day,
the gloves were no longer there. the audacity of some
i decided to soldier on to the nakasuk school to take
in the toonik tyme opening ceremonies. met up with
malcolm, olivia and sue there but before the
festivities began, malcolm and olivia reconsidered
and departed, leaving me to make sure sue didn't
get herself into any trouble. sara managed to
sneak in at the buzzer with the excuse that she
needed to take a few photos and then had to be
goaded into actually getting some.
heard the community choir and a school choir.
next was the presentation of the honourary toonik
award, in recognition of community contributions,
to dick smith who was retiring after teaching for
23 years at the high school. he was responsible
for most of the set construction for the various
high school and community musicals that i've worked
on since coming north. then we were treated to a
drum dance, followed by a throat-singing
at the intermission before the Juno-award winning
Taima took to the stage, sara and sue decided that
they wanted to head up to the storehouse with their
new friend monty, and that sounded alright to me.
ran into david, emilie, karen and lisa there and we
hobnobbed over a few rounds, figuring out what our
plans would be for the rest of this toonik tyme
- link of the day: British economist John Kay on the
If you want to go in one direction, the
best route may involve going in the other.
Paradoxical as it sounds, goals are more
likely to be achieved when pursued
This oblique relationship between intention
and outcome is the subtle, but frequently
misunderstood, message contained in Richard
Dawkins' metaphor of the selfish gene. The
gene is not actually selfish: the gene has
no motive at all, in the sense in which we
normally talk about motive. Genes that
survive the processes of selection are those
well adapted to their environment, and such
adaptation was not the product of any
keep track of visions in my eyes
after staying up until 4:30 in the morning, you
can bet that i wasn't very lucid today. uh,
*understatement alert*. still, i managed to make
it thru the day without chewing off my tongue by
left the office at the end of the day to check out the
fashion show at the nakasuk school gym. a variety of
beautiful sealskin fashions were modelled for the crowd.
my favourite pieces were ones which featured sealskin
that had been dyed a deep forest green that glistened
in the lights. some people seemed to cheer more for
the models than the clothing.
sat 2 rows back from the premier, something that
doesn't happen too often in the south :)
a bit of drum-dancing, a bit of throat-singing
and we were sent on our way into the evening.
you wouldn't know it from the amount of light,
tho, as the sky didn't get dark until around
9 p.m. the 'nights' just get brighter from here
- link of the day: montana governor brian schweitzer
Just tell 'em what you are. You know, this
polling stuff, having to go out and figure
out which way the wind's blowing -- do you
believe in something ? Did you have something
when you started? If you do, tell 'em what
it is. You'll be all right. If you're a kook,
you're not going to get elected. But if
you're real, you're normal, you're halfway
bright, and you're willing to stand up
-- that's the most important thing.
even when you're near, sometimes you're hard to find
yay, it's comics day !! ooh, plus the 2-disc dvd of
hayao miyazaki's 'Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind',
and neil gaiman's storytelling cd, 'Speaking in Tongues'.
first reads of 'Oddly Normal' and 'Random Encounter'
made the cut. manara's 'Piranese' - enh, only so-so,
but so-so manara is still pretty wild.
biggest bummer, tho, was the fact that my comics store
in calgary put this shipment into the mail on the 31st
of march. it hit the sorting department for the north
(in montreal ??) on the 14th of april. and i didn't get
the card in my mailbox until today, the 20th.
3 weeks ?? what the f*** !! canadian north flies 3 times
per week from calgary to edmonton to yellowknife to
iqaluit on the way to ottawa. first air flies the same
route starting in edmonton at the same frequency. why
do things still have to get sorted in central canada -
what, us colonies aren't allowed to trade directly with
each other without their benevolent oversight ?
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