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Fri, Feb. 4th, 2005, 10:20 pm
hmm- sounds right

How to make a mtlanglo
Ingredients:

3 parts intelligence

3 parts humour

1 part good looks
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Thu, Dec. 23rd, 2004, 05:46 am
Aftermath

It's a mere two weeks until George W. Bush is inaugurated for his second term as President of the United States of America and I am still trying to piece together an intelligent, cohesive vision of what has been happening south of the border. Here's what I've got so far.

The Left (pardon the phrase;as unhelpful as it is, it is of their own making) is taking this opportunity to demonize those voters who pulled the Republican handle in the voting booth. First and foremost of these is the site Sorry Everybody which compiles photos of Americans who voted for Kerry apologizing for their Republican neighbours. Some of the photos are poetic, some are touching- but the sentiment isn't very constructive. And the medium isn't very conducive to addressing any of the deeper issues:

* since many people who actually think about these kinds of things know that foreign troops will be in Iraq for close to ten years. And that the resulting traumatized state left behind will be no long term friend of the West...
* that the world view on US foreign policy is not going to be altered much until the Bush Doctrine is abandoned and vilified as the illegal Cowboy Diplomacy it is.
* that there is a strong chance that America's over-all level of hubris and spite will isolate them even more in the coming decades from their traditional allies.
* that their electoral system is allowing a faction of the Republican party to create a thinly veiled theocracy that threatens to plunge their nation into some kind of deformed consumerist, anti-intellectual, militarized ghetto.

The war in Afghanistan was the most shocking event of my life time. It set a Christian super-power upon an actual Muslim Theocracy. The long term implications of this in the rest of the Muslim world is incalculable; but the lack of acknowledgement or even awareness of this amongst the American population is a stunning example of how far removed the U.S. population is from having the tools to engage in useful discourse about foreign policy, government, morality... Bushes re-election is one symptom of that- Kerry's utter failure to bring light to this and other foreign policy issues is another.

Shouting out "It's the Crusades, stupid!" would be stretching the point a bit too far, but not by much. President George W. Bush said it first:

"This is a new kind of, a new kind of evil. And the American people are beginning to understand. This crusade, this war on terrorism, is going to take a while. And American people must be patient."
Washington, D.C., Sept. 16, 2001

Without any ability to understand why they are under siege, without any hope of entering a dialogue with their enemy, there will be no peace for America. This legacy can not be laid at the feet of this administration, nor any party's.

I fear, more than anything, I fear that it is the end result of that thing we call American culture. The American Dream. The rampant pursuit of wealth in the face of environmental degradation. Holywood's perpetual habit of selling narcissism and jingoism as entertainment. The use of American capitol to manipulate foreign markets and economies. The Myth of the American Century, the American millennia. All has lead to a society full of gaily coloured peacocks, set loose in a wonderland of 24/7 convenience and technological marvel, protected by a vastly expensive military that refuses to show it's own dead arriving home.

This is what I fear America is becoming and, I fear, by extension and proximity, what we may become as well.

(to see version with HTML links to sources check my blog: http://wakingupinbliss.blogspot.com/2004/12/aftermath.html )

Tue, Dec. 21st, 2004, 10:51 am
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Sat, Sep. 18th, 2004, 08:06 pm
using the journal as... a journal

Decided to keep the journal for personal things instead of using the blog- but I'm going to lock it down to friends only :) so please keep looking in.

Love ya all,
Jeff

Fri, Sep. 10th, 2004, 03:13 am
More closure

So- i've decided to move this to a blog:
http://wakingupinbliss.blogspot.com/

It's way easier to get readers there, ect- I may make posts here once in a while, butmy blog will be much more informative and graphical


ciao

Wed, Sep. 8th, 2004, 05:27 pm
ahh- closure

So- the Velocity death trap finally died- the brakes just went on her on my way home from my last day at work (the manufacturer I worked with pulled their funding)- so I could take the generous severance package or become a regular sales rep- I took the package :)

Now I'm planning on buying a newer car (with brakes, an exhaust- stuff like that) and going to the East Coast for October. See the folks and some friends- then come back and relax- look for something more interesting to do than sell fucking computers for a living.

Fri, Sep. 3rd, 2004, 10:39 pm
Sabs and I- expos game

Last night I recalled to Sabrina that about a month ago she and I were discussing hwo we looked forward to having non-crunked up freinds who kept it together and had normal lives- this was the night we went to the Expos game.

Since then we have become two of the most serious crunk headed- party people in the city. Her life has been chaotic to say the least- and mine's been turning to shit too fast to flush...

Fri, Sep. 3rd, 2004, 10:18 pm
the long and short

People came to the Phoon- some of them I didn't want to see- not even my friends, close to enemies.
One guy got cranked on coke and was randomly talk shit to people- one guy was so drunk we had to have security take his keys and call .08 to dribe him and his car and his SCARED SHITLESS date home (first "date"- friend of his roommate- I'd feel sorry for him but he is so clueless as to how un-appealling he is that it wouldn't be worth my time).
And Cynthia- on a coke rage- being loud and self righteous- I had to ask her to use her inside voice.

And me- in the middle of this- sketched out- up for 40 hours, "e"-tarded, been drinking for 12 hours and hopped up on speed- being the only halfway normal person there.

Except Linda- sweet, sweet woman- gave me a baggie of weed! Love that woman- it's the only gift I got!

Went home- changed- went to stereo (second gift- free tickets from Sabrina!! Thanks, hon!) Turbo is back- we buy drugs at my house- get there and NO ONE WE KNOW is there.

Sure- Sara, Mel and the kids are in force- but the crowd is thin and looks like no one has actually paid to get in tonite as Morales is tomorrow and that will be FUCKED.

As this is Turbo's first night back in MTL since Europe- he's been drinking and did some speed and we have a new batch of G- he's WIRED in the first hour- which is a good thing- since he and I are the only people dancing out of the 200 peopel milling about Stereo.

It's Big Al's fucking birthday gig! And it is beginning to look like a train wreck. My body is killing me from lack of sleep and the hard work out I gave it the night before- but somehow I get dancing for an hour and eventual the crowd warms up (read: their E hits them). I vanish to the side to jsut listen to the music.

Then- I see it- two girls are rubbing water all over some guy who's convulsing near a speaker stack... then I look again- IT"S FUCKING TURBO- I run down to see what the fuck, his face is so contorted I barely recognize him, and every muscle in his body seems to be clenching and un-clenching in unison.

He's gotta sit down- oddly my first thoughts aren't about his health- it's about his pride: would he like to be known as one of the guys who's wiped out at Stereo- or can I get him off to a corner where he can G out with some dignity?

Turb's a big guy, though- I call Ian over to help- but he just laughs at him. Turbo can't speak- he doesn't even seem to recognize me. He keeps putting his hands to his mouth like he is about to vomit, which is the ony real hazard. If he inhales his own vomit he will sufficate on it...

On our way to a corner he grabs ahold of one of the pipe columns and won't let go- this is getting scary- so I relent and get security..they take him downstairs and watch him for an hour until he passes out- I leave my number in case he needs a lift or his condition changes and go hame at 6 AM-

Pass out.

Sleep until Morales' birthday- Satruday- 1 AM- Stereo Bar so I don't have to wait in line. Excellent- what more can I say- God Damn excellent night- 16 hours of dancing- if you didn't see me there there's no way to describe it.

(every once-in-awhile if I was talking to someone and Morales would play a new tune I would yell " FUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEEE" and shoot back to the dance floor- amazing!)

And that was that.

Thu, Sep. 2nd, 2004, 10:55 am
favorite blogs

I know, I know; you're waiting for the end of my birthday post- I've been busy! OK?

Meltingdolls- the travails of Bunny McIntosh:
http://meltingdolls.blogspot.com/

Agency Chick-
http://agencychick.typepad.com/

Raymi
http://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/

and Like Sunday
http://likesunday.typepad.com/1/

Why are all the blogs I read by women?? Anyone suggest a good blog written by a guy?

Tue, Aug. 31st, 2004, 01:47 pm
Friday morning

Don't get me wrong here- I never even got Mary-Anne's phone number. She goes out dancing a lot and so do I- and she is GOOD- she has that noble prancing type of moves, cat like, very up-right and feminine. I made sure to say good-bye to her when I left. She said she'd see me soon.

I didn't say good-bye to Janet- the only thing she managed to say to me all night was to ask if I had any blow.

Went home- tried to sleep- no good- got maybe an hour or two- went downtown. I knew MamaThang and JGirl were working- I owed JGirl $20 and needed to get it to her. Went shopping- bought myself a birthday Zippo, a $45 Diesel undershirt for Morales night (light weight- skin tight- black- PERFECT).

Met up with Mike and Phil for a b-day lunch- which descended into strippers at the Downtown- great idea when you're coming down off your E to have full contact VIP dances in a dark lit room with a girl who speaks very little english and is paid to get men horny.

After an hour or so of that I decide it might be a good idea to get some air so it's off to the patio of Sir Winstons on Crescent St. This was a great idea until the funk band that is playing for some auto-racing event starts their sound check- it was a bit unworldly and too loud!

Then, it was off to the Typhoon to meet my co-workers. How would they be doing this fine Friday afternoon?

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