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 Things in my head (which each deserve a post of their own but I'm tired and short on time)

1. Had schmoopy, silly fun time with Austin today: we played in the park, went wading, had ice cream and sat on the edge of a fishpond and were all sweet and romantic and generally disgusting :P. I had forgotten how much fun that was, and how important it is. It's not the sort of thing that you can schedule, but I hope I can find a way to encourage it to happen more often. Time like this is why I fell in love with him in the first place.

2. The genital mutilation and subsequent molestation of little girls really, really infuriates me. I wrote an angry letter, but I don't really know what else to do. 

3. I saw a thing in McLeans or Time Magazine or something about an anti-rape device a woman can wear in her vagina. It's like a barbed thingie that stabs into a guy's junk, and can only be removed in a hospital. I don't know very much about this thing, so forgive me if I say anything stupid or wrong.  Anyway, at first I thought this was a pretty good idea, but the more I thought about it, the less sure I was. I believe these things are meant to be distributed in areas with really high rates of rape, like parts of Africa. But if word gets out that women are wearing these things, I kinda doubt dudes will stop raping. I think it's likely they'll just take to anally raping their victims, which (from what I know) would be more physically damaging than vaginal rape, and, I assume, more painful. Also, a higher risk of transmitting STIs, which from my understanding are also incredibly rampant in that part of the world. I dunno. Maybe there's some culture taboo against buttsex that even rapists will follow, but I tend to doubt it. 

6. I think the indigenous studies class I'm doing notes for is very interesting, but I have a few problems with the prof. I don't think it's appropriate in an academic establishment to expect or even encourage students to smudge themselves (which is considered sacred and cleansing and stuff, and is an important part of Native American spirituality). I don't think the prof should say things like "Spirits ARE real. Psychics ARE real" and imply that her religious beliefs are true, while other belief systems (ie: Christianity) are false. I don't think guest speakers should be allowed to smoke a cigarette in an enclosed space where the class is being held (it was in a tipi, he didn't light up in a classroom). I think the prof should respect other people's schedules and not go overtime, especially with no prior warning when we're an hour away from the city.

That's all I can really think of. Feel free to challenge me on any of these points, especially because I don't know much about most of them, and #6 is mostly just my opinion (#1 is not up for debate, though :P). I'm making this post public on the off chance random people want to chime in on any of these issues.
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Ever since my ipod broke I stopped listening to music. It wasn't a conscious decision, I just forgot. Lately I've been missing music, and I decided I wanted a new mp3 player. To tide myself over I dug out my discman and CDs. Yes, I feel a little silly when I flip through my CD wallet, deciding what to listen to. I feel even more silly if I have to change CDs on the bus. But you know what? I like my CD player. I've had it since high school and it hasn't broken. My CDs are still in good shape, and I like to have hard copies of things anyway. It may be silly to carry around so much stuff, but it seems sillier spending a hundred bucks on a device that I know will be broken in a year. So this is my response to rampant consumerism and disposable culture. I'm going to keep my electronics until they stop working. When I replace them I will try to choose something that will last. Take that, society! Take that, companies! Take that, anti-green corperate whores! I may not be able to do much, but in not buying an mp3 player I not only reduce my ecological footprint, but I do not support an industry that employs factory workers who are forced to work long hours in bad conditions. I may not be totally green, but at least this is a decision I can feel good about.
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As the title implies, there will be a great deal of ranting in this post, but first a question for my non-Calgarian friends:

Do you ever get thunder storms and really bright sunshine at the same time? Like, pounding rain, thunder and lightening, but at the same time crisp, clear shadows and bright sunlight? Is this something that happens everywhere or is it a local phenomenon?

Onto the rant:
This morning I felt tired and lazy so I took the bus to work instead of biking. This went fine until I tried to come home after work. After a few minutes of waiting for the bus it started raining (one of those strange sunny thunderstorms), and I was thinking 'wow, taking the bus was the right decision! I'm glad I don't have to bike in this.' 45 minutes later I was somewhat less impressed with my decision. The bus I take is suppose to come every twenty minutes, and it had stopped raining shortly after I got to the stop. So if I had ridden my bike I would have been able to make it home at a reasonable time, even if I had decided to wait out the rain before starting. Anyway, after 45 minutes of waiting for my bus I asked the driver of a different bus if he knew why mine was so late. He said that he was on the same radio channel as my bus, but hadn't heard anything and said it might be traffic.

Um, no. That bus is sometimes 20 minutes late, in the dead of winter with two feet of snow at rush hour. So then I decided I was too pissed off with waiting for my bus and I decided to take the scenic rout home. This involved taking a bus that meandered its was from the university to Kensington to downtown to Bridgeland. When I got off the bus to transfer to the one that would bring me the rest of the way home I was faced with a dilemma: it was once again pouring rain (and I was wearing my pink coat, which is both velvet and vintage, so getting it wet is a big no-no, and I was stupidly without an umbrella) and the bus shelter was currently occupied by three homeless people. One guy was just sitting there, totally drunk off his ass and probably high. No biggie. The other two were furiously making out in the corner, moaning and groping and moments away from having sex.

I decided that witnessing the creation of new life was preferable to ruining my pink coat, so I squeezed into the shelter. Drunk Guy made a half-hearted, incoherent pass at me until he started muttering and ignored me. Not long after this a long-haired, bearded hippy guy joined us in the rather crowded shelter. He apologized for standing so close to me, then started chatting with Drunk Guy. Then another guy showed up, standing just inside the shelter and looking very uncomfortable. It only took a couple minutes for my bus to show up, and Uncomfortable Guy went outside to meet it, clearly preferring the rain to the magic that was happening within. Hippy Guy and I left when the bus was actually at the stop, leaving the Homeless Trio to their own devices.

I then politely asked the driver to drop me off on 15th ave, where I live, even though there wasn't a stop there. He told me he had a stop on 14th ave. I said I knew this, but would really appreciate being dropped off on 15th, to which he replied "it's only one block." Apparently he has never had to walk anywhere in the rain.

So I got off on 14th ave and plodded along in the pouring rain, praying that I wouldn't get splashed with muddy water as cars zipped past. Fortunately they were considerate enough to go around the huge puddles rather than through them. By this point my $10 plastic flip-flops were totally wet and incredibly slippery. I tried to run home, but my shoes kept falling off my feet so I had to walk. When I got onto my block I gave up, took off the flip flops and ran home barefoot, splashing through puddles that would probably test positive for HIV and God knows what else.

I finally got home after a commute that took two hours when it should only have taken twenty minutes. My mom and I proceeded to watch Sex and the City reruns and eat ice cream.

The end.


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