Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Be careful what you wish for...

Those of you closest to me have had the misfortune of putting up with a fair amount of my bitching lately...that I'm bored...that I need to go somewhere new...that I hate my apartment and need to move...

Well, it seems that all of the above may be solved...and quickly. Barring a major change of plans in the next couple of weeks, I will be away from Edmonton from July until December. There went my boredom...and it's been replaced with a bit of panic.

So, apologies to all of you who's emails and phone calls have gone unreturned. I'm a tad preoccupied trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my life. On a side note, is anyone looking for a sublet from July or August (even September) until the end of the year? Anyone?

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Liberated at 9:56 p.m.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2005

I am inexplicably drawn to Chance.

This guy could be the cutest thing I've ever seen. I have an insatiable urge to love him and hug him and squeeze him and call him George (bonus points to anyone who gets that reference).



If anyone would like to read about Chance, you can do it here. In the meantime, I'll repress my loving and hugging and squeezing urges...especially important given the fact that he will one day be 315 kilograms.

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today's finds: not much new, although I think some new grafitti appeared overnight. I'll update the list if I see anything new and exciting on the way home from work.

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Liberated at 7:48 a.m.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Time to look on the bright side...

Those of you who talk to me on a fairly regular basis will know that I've been complaining about my living situation for the last few months... Downtown living has it's pros and cons, but lately the cons are most definitely winning.

Well, I've decided that it's time to turn a negative into a positive...thus, I hereby declare the start of "uncharted's daily back alley finds"!!! This morning, while I was delicately picking my way across my dumpster diver-laden back alley, I had my eyes glued to the ground. Why, you ask? No, I was not avoiding the daily stare of the roofers stationed outside my back door. Nor was I counting the potholes in the parking lot. This morning's rain, coupled with my very broken sandals (less than two weeks old...damn you, Bay!), required some very deliberate stepping and hopping to keep my oh-so-delicate toes out of giant mud puddles.

With my head down for so long, I realized that, not only was I side-stepping puddles and giant, stumble-causing pebbles...I was also avoiding such fascinating finds as used needles, huge chunks of broken glass, and old cutlery. So, I've decided to keep a daily inventory just for you, my (very, very few) loyal readers!...if I have to walk through that back alley everyday, all of you now have the pleasure of enjoying it with me! Oh, the excitement!

And on a totally unrelated note, I just hauled myself off the couch, got dressed, and ran across the street in the rain after a totally crazy day at work. For pickles. Yes, you read that correctly...for pickles. I had an intense pickle craving that needed dealing with. Which is...uh...strange, especially considering that I really don't like pickles. Should I be concerned?

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today's finds: three used needles, one (presumably) used condom, two deflated balloons (close cousins visiting the condom?), one 1'x2' shard of glass, two bent forks.



Liberated at 6:29 p.m.

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Thursday, May 05, 2005

Perspective is everything.

It doesn't seem like it's been that long since I made my last post, but have just clicked on my blog for the first time in a while, it's been a fairly long time in blog-years (which are on a similar scale to dog-years, FYI).

I've got tons to post about, but neither the energy or enthusiasm required to sit down and type it all out. I feel like a sloth today...

In the meantime, I've included an article that I read in today's National Post about the Lynndie England case. I found it quite interesting, I think largely because I had never really put a human face on her before. Once I'd read the article a second time this morning, I could think of girls I know who are just like her...willing to do almost anything to please a guy to make up for what she is lacking (perceived or otherwise). I find it really typical that, for the most part, the mainstream media hasn't picked up on anything in this area...the learning disorders, the below-average IQ, the fact that she was deprived of oxygen for an extended period during her birth. The usual 'find someone to blame and get it done with' attitude prevails as always, I suppose. I just found this dissenting voice added some interesting perspective to the whole situation...

Understanding Lynndie

By Richard Cohen, National Post, May 5/05

Yesterday, a U.S. military judge entered a not-guilty plea on behalf of Lynndie England -- "the pointer," as some have called her, the soldier holding the leashed Iraqi prisoner, the one with the smirk, pointing at the genitals of the naked men. She said she was talked into it. I believe her.

It's odd whom history chooses for fame or infamy. For a while, there was no more famous person in all the world than the then-anonymous Lynndie England. She was some sort of anti-Statue of Liberty, the female personification of what some people insisted America had become. There she was holding the dog leash or posing with the pathetic nude men or climbing on them with her alleged lover and ringleader, Cpl. Charles Graner Jr., since busted to private and serving a 10-year sentence in a military jail.

There is no end to the sadness of Lynndie England. There is no excusing what she did, but explaining it is a different matter. She is that rare genuine article, the cliche, the stereotype that turns out, upon investigation, to be true. She lived with her family in a trailer in West Virginia. She's only a high school graduate. She married when she was 19 -- on a lark, she told her friends, and then only for two years.

She joined the Army Reserves not for patriotic reasons, but for college money (she wanted to be a meteorologist and chase storms). She had an affair or something with Graner in Iraq and has a baby by him. He apparently encouraged her to abuse prisoners. He also married another woman.

A psychologist from her home area testified that England had been a blue baby, born also with a malformation of the tongue that gave her a speech impediment. Apparently, she often chose not to talk at all. She had a learning disability as well. And you can see -- can't you? -- what no one will testify to: She's homely, and that matters for a woman in America. She posed for pornographic pictures with Graner. The discipline of the Army apparently meant she no longer had to have any herself. This is why fascism can be so (sexually) exciting.

In 1995, Bernhard Schlink, a German law professor and novelist, published The Leader -- a powerful and erotic tale of a relationship between a teenage boy and the illiterate woman he reads to. The two have an affair and it is only years later that the man discovers his former lover was a guard at Auschwitz. It was a job she fell into, something she could do and not have to reveal that she could not read. She was a victim, pathetic, but she was also a beast. To understand is not necessarily to forgive.

It is the same with Lynndie England. She is the sort of woman who gets used by men -- as there are, for sure, men who get used the same way. Powerless everywhere in life except on her end of the leash, she just had to come night after night to the section of Abu Ghraib where Graner held sway. She was admonished for this -- her real work was suffering -- but Graner drew her. She knew what she was doing was wrong -- "I could have said no," she told the military court. "I knew it was wrong." But in all likelihood, only theoretically could she have said no. Some women always say yes.

How sad, how ironic, that this wee woman should have become the personification of supposed American arrogance. Like all those convicted for the abuses of Abu Ghraib, she is one of America's little people -- not an officer, not even regular Army, but a collection of nobodies just trying to get somewhere better. Lynndie England was one of them and she is being punished accordingly -- officially for abusing prisoners, actually for being a loser. In her case, the sentence is life.


Liberated at 4:49 p.m.

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