OJ - the drink...

Tony, from Oro Cafe, just dropped off an OJ smoothie. I love it, what a nice part of the day. It's an odd concoction however. It is made with fresh squeezed orange juice, milk and ice. All blended together in a blender. Yum. I must say it feels so good to drink. So healthy and refreshing. I have a new drink. The old one, a grande soy no water no foam tazo chai, is just so heavy and fattening. I think I will move on.

Okay back to grooming. One dog on the table one more to bath. I should be done by 1ish...looking forward to that.

Understanding

I read this article, which I discovered on a fellow blogger’s blog. I must say that I do not understand world politics and world economics. We seem to act as if this is something that is beyond our control. Like the stock market is some kind of living entity and try as we might we simple cannot predict it or control it. Did we, mankind, not create it?

The article talks about world leaders and the UN. It talks about coups and killings and university professors. It mentions oil and New York City gridlock (which I agree why is the UN in New York?). It talks about madmen running countries. Why is it that we human beings insist on electing madmen? What is with the leader of Iran that has him denying the Holocaust? One of his statements is “why 6 million” what does he mean by that? I would truly love to get to speak to these people, one on one, for an hour. I doubt I could take much more than that but it would be a great opportunity to find out what they really think if they think at all.

Still I find myself confused. There were parts of the article I did not even follow. Like why it is that certain economies are doing so well. The writer quotes percentage increases in certain economies and I recall that the US was at 5%. There was a comparison, to say, Russia that was 49 or 50%. I have a feeling that the growth of these developing nations is large and the US is small has something to do with a lesson I once got from my personal trainer. He told me that my gain (muscle) would far out reach his. Why? Because his body is so developed that his gain would obviously not be as great as mine. It would take him a lot of work to increase by 1 or 2 points but me well I would gain by leaps and bounds. I am not sure if I explained that properly but it makes sense to me. It is always tougher to lose the last 10 pounds than the first.

Connecting this back to the economy question. The US is not going to gain that much. It is thriving and developed. So maybe 5% is like Russia doing 50, I do not know just a guess. I am still left wondering why, if the world is made up of basically good people, we have countries laundering money, killing Bankers (which by the way is a nice way of candy coating the death of a person, he may have been a Banker for a living but he was a human being and he was murdered) denying horrific atrocities not to mention the wars we engage in. I suppose, when it comes right down to it, we are all to busy in our own little worlds to stand up for what we believe in. How inconvenient to have to educate ourselves and participate. How scary it is to take on these large issues. Much easier to go home and lie in bed and watch some so called reality show.

Janet

All weekend long, as things happened, I thought I should Blog this. Of course, now that it is time to Blog I have nothing to write about. I find myself wondering what did happen over the weekend? I recall going to Fran’s for a really late lunch or perhaps it was a really early dinner. I groomed a couple of dogs on Saturday and a friend dropped by. Oh, it’s all coming back to me now. It was a good weekend.

Yesterday I watched Oprah. Oprah’s guest was Janet Jackson. When the interview started I thought it was going to be pretty lame. One of the first questions Oprah asked her and Janet did not answer it, directly. I got the feeling she (Janet) did not understand the question. I stuck it out, however, as I have never seen Janet interviewed and I was sure Oprah would ask her about Michael. I think I may have been more curious about that then Janet her self.

By the end of the interview Janet had won me over. She seems to be an intelligent funny woman. She is very soft spoken and I found it hard to hear her, which seems odd on TV. Oprah came through loud and clear but I had to turn the volume up to hear Janet. Odd.

Janet performed twice and even though I enjoy the dancing and her music I did not watch the performances. It is a sound thing. For some reason I do not like the sound when any singer performs on a talk show. So I fast-forward though those parts of the show.

There you go. That’s my Blog entry. Nothing very exciting I am afraid and certainly not life changing. You will have to read the archives for that!

A World of Devils

All I have to say is: Takes one to know one.

Click the link for details. The Devil.

Fight clubs....

Here we go. In this TO Star article it is uncovered that young school students are in fight clubs. They punch each other out and video tape it using their cell phones. Then they post the video on the web. Some do this for profit some for fun. Now the "authorities" want to find a way to arrest them. Of course this must be stopped it's wrong! Whatever.

First I have to laugh at parents. Always so surprised that little Jonny or Suzie are into something like this. The Mother in the article states that they do not condone violence at home. Okay, but her son is in the cadets and she is proud that he has learned to use a gun. Hmmmmm. I also find myself wondering who supplied these teens with the cell phones. I wonder if it is the ever popular indulgent parent. I wonder.

I figure we need to have an open rapport with young people, actually talk to them and listen. Listen being the operative word here. Often we only hear what we want too. We need to be open to what they are saying, truly hear them, then we can start to support them in a truly meaningful way. I can't imagine engaging in a "fight club". Although if I thought I could win I might have gone for it. Hell why not? Think back to 15 years old and what a school yard is all about. Why do we as Adults always want to control. Let's arrest these young people. They are wrong and bad and we need to stop this, we need to be in charge. We know what's right and what's best. We need to get over ourselves. We need to realize that we do not have control, never did, never will. We can however, listen offer our support and create alternatives. Of course that takes more effort and is far more time consuming then arresting them.

Too skinny, what???

I heard on the radio, I think it was this morning, that the genius’s that run fashion shows have decided that models are to thin. Really, I hadn’t noticed. On the surface I think this is a positive change. Models can lay of the drugs and have a bag of chips. The rest of us will see realistic bodies on runways and magazines (well maybe not realistic but closer to the truth).

What gets me, however, is that these ultra skinny models are no longer being asked to model. Suddenly they are to thin. Without any warning the industry shifts gears and drops all the girls that have purged and starved for them. The industries righteous attitude once again causes damage the models. What’s that all about; it’s all about a lack of integrity. How so you ask? Glad you did.

If those in the industry that make these decisions acted with integrity and professionalism they would work with the models. Prepare them for the change. Let them know that they can go to rehab and hit the junk food isle at Loblaws or Vons. Give the girls a chance to put on a few pounds. In the mean time let them model.

These girls strut and starve all to show off some gowned only 1 percent of the population could ever hope to afford. Sure they get the big paycheque but stop with the head games. It’s like an abusive parent, slap them down and then hug them. Those poor girls, is it any wonder…

To shave or not to shave

Last night, in the wee hours, I was reading an article on body hair. I would have added the link here, however, it was on sympatico/msn’s home page and I cannot locate the article now. Anyway, it talked about lots of hair no hair and what to do with hair. It talked about how some women love a man with a big furry chest and others do not. It did not, however, talk about the fact that some men love a big furry chest. We still live in a homophobic world. Why not just write in a genderless fashion. Of course, that is likely to difficult for mainstream media. But I digress.

What I have learned over the years is this. Lots of hair no hair, tall or short it really doesn’t matter. As I attempt to pair myself off I always find that I am either to tall or to short or to fat and believe it or not, not fat enough (that was a real kick in the teeth). The truth of the matter is we need to just be what we are. When that “right” person strolls along they will love us because we are hairy or smooth tall or short. Truth be they will love us for who we are not our physical appearance. Okay I get that our appearance is what gets their attention but that wont last.

So pluck and primp pull and tug all you want. Your potential mate might just pass you by because they love furry chests and you shaved yours off.

A little inspiration

I just read the Wonkitties Blog and there was a mention of Patricia Kennedy Lawford’s recent death. I clicked on the link to the article and after reading it I realized that that is the kind of life I want. And I don’t mean being married to a hot actor and having kids. Although, I would not turn down the hot actor part but that’s a different kind of Blog entry! I thought it must have been fulfilling to have given so much and participated in so many things that helped so many people. I think I am, yet again, in the wrong career stream. I tend to get into things and then discover that they are empty and meaningless. I mean imagine working 11 years for a large Canadian Bank!

So, I sit here at work, in my store, and wonder and wait. Right now I am hoping for the next 30 minutes to pass by so I can head out for lunch. I am still a bit tired from being sick and I want to get up and move around. I read Rondi’s Blog and now feel informed and maybe a little bit inspired as well.

I wonder if, at 40, one sees 82 (Patricia’s age at her time of death) as much closer and that makes every thing seem more urgent. Not much time left to achieve all the things one dreamed about in their youth. One day 20 the next day 40. Time to get on with it. I think I’ll go get a Chai Latte now.

Email

I just sent up a new email address for myself at home. I have gone without the Internet, at home, for the past few months so I have not had email directed to my home. I recently set up the Internet again and just today got my email working properly. I set up a new email address and sent it out to my friends. No one has sent me an email yet! I keep checking to see if I have any new messages. None. How can that be? Funny, I have had email for years. One would think the novelty would have worn off. But nope, I have new “toy” and I want someone to send me email! I need new friends. :)

Proportions

Crap.
The light fell
spilling across the floor
it exposed the bottom
the secret place kept hidden
under the bed.

I inhale.
just outside range
frozen now in the dark part
of the room; my life flashes
held there I wonder
Am I a victim?

Danger.
passes around me
the light rolls the other way
a deeper shadow, light crawling up the wall and
I see the top now

and it is strange and out of reach.

Tired and betrayed

I feel violated, robbed and raped. I just saw The Wicker Man. What an incredibly stupid movie. It was slow and the ending was laughable. The trailers for this move make it look great; score one for marketing. I, however, feel mislead and abused. What the car wreck at the beginning of the movie has to do with anything I am not sure. Perhaps it is simply a coincidence. I am also left wondering if we are suppose to believe that the cult of insane women has magical powers. I suppose the Writer, director and the actors must have been confused. Were they shooting a fantasy movie about a magical cult of control freak women or a movie about a group of pathetic misdirected women that get off on killing men from the outside world. Kind of like the isle of Wonder Woman run amuck.

Regardless, none of the people involved gave this movie much thought. It was basic, simple and dull. Except of course, for the laugh at the end when we see the tall “wicker man” constructed out of tree branches.