Mike Moore. Love him or leave him, Capitalism: A Love Story was- minus the compulsory dwelling on sob stories- quite the Left-winger's feel-good-flick. It gave endless amounts of ammunition against the 'c-word'. Even if you're a Libertarian, big C-conservative or Calgarian Coulter supporter, one cannot deny that Mr. Moore is a decent opener for Broken Bells.
Back to Coulter- what would I give to be the shill's psychoanalyst? That would be the gift that just keeps on giving.
Off for foodstuffs. If I ate eggs, how I'd prefer them done:
End note: Copycats really need to give credit where credit is due: Karin Dreijer and Roisin Murphy.
Poli-Break: Unseat Harper. Please print-off multiple copies, drop from top of spiral staircase and let freedom descend upon the masses one leaflet at a time.
I Feel Better. ooooh Hot Chip. PreferOne Last Stand and Take It In but cannot object to equal opportunity objectification for profit, so long as famed-vegan Moby is involved. Hot Chip - I Feel Better
I will admit the last five-ish write-ups have been content light but dissertation season is setting in therefore any occasion to engage in non-academia pretensemia will enthusiastically be taken advantage of. post-haste.
A salmagundi sampling of tracks. The word 'salmagundi' is courtesy of A Word A Day. I've received such reliable emails from creator Anu Garsh that he and I could have a thing going on in my mind.
Some feral Bowie, David Byrne-esque sounds care of Wolf Gang.
The noble art of losing face / may one day save the human race / and turn into eternal merit / what weaker minds would call disgrace. -Piet Hein, poet and scientist (1905-1996)
A google search summary of why we need such a day:
Keeping it positivistic and solution-focused (see what I did there, psychs?), here's a sweet little online spot brought to us by Amy Po and co. But wait, it has since been taken down due to inappropriate comment postings. *miffed exhalation*... It was called Smart Girls at the Party for those who have young girls in their lives- really fantastic.
Instead, Deja Taylor and the way hip hop was and should be. The cuts to the audience are priceless. That's me at 1:27.
!O Mother Earth!
Way to make me look bad, IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) re: last post. I've been defending you left, slightly left of center and center and you cite a pop science rag article with some Buddy making dubious predictions in a mobile chat. Mister's magic eight ball conjecture that the Himalayas could melt by 2035 is one of the first major flops for CC and a departure from otherwise sound scientific claims posited by academic journals galore. That is to say, anyone at any time may take a stab at said findings thanks to the public domain that is scholarly research, making it that much more surprising that such a bombastic statement got so far without being challenged. And anyone versed in statistical methods can and probably will tell you that 75% of statistics are mistakes, within a p<.05 error bar, correct? So IPCC, take note at your soon-to-be drawn out wrist slapping and always check your sources.
Blargh, over it. Tomorrow = Memory Tapes and Race Horses for a tidy 8 pounds so all is well.
so is anyone else having reservations about Sochi 2014? I don't mean to cast prejudgment or be entirely paranoid but how can we be so sure that Putin won't make the entire Western world feel the wrath of his discontent over the Men's Figure skating results?
Hands-down, Johnny Weir trumped the others artistically and remained in sixth so those in the apoplectic Plushenko camp landed on a moot point. That evil Lysacek exuded Darth Vaderness with every flick of his black feathered wrist but the man can jump so begrudgingly we accept his win. Honestly though, fingers-crossed Canada starts schmoozing with the Russian Mafia (Putin included) and reading up on Kremlinology so's not to be on the short end of the stick for those events requiring human measurement.
The hangover is wearing off and revealing a new-found nationalism and (hopefully) a banishment of contagious apathy. In keeping with jingoism, here's the first installment of a ten-part series investigatingHarper's Assault on Democracy.
An illustration: On a recent trans-Atlantic flight I had the pleasure of sitting beside a Victoria-based researcher who was on the advisory panel for Climate Change and talked of how Canadian scientists were being silenced through severe funding cuts and other Draconian measures by the Conservatives. Unequivocally, all evidence points towards anthropogenic climate change yet Canadian researchers were told not to divulge information in the same manner the Bush government muzzled academics.
Now national pride is back- there is the demand to get back to business and back to work, Parliament. Please. Gold-medallists Virtue and Moir got it right when they denied Harper's invitation. RSVP: Not Attending to that sad bitter bitter man's pity party- beseech thee accountability.
Further non-Olympic news: I've discovered my technologicology idol: Gale Beggy.
