I wrote this as an intro to one of my papers but then had to cut it out because of lack of space. This has been something that's been on my heart for years, so I was excited to rant a little in a paper but oh well, I said it in a shorter version. Here it is.

Hollywood spends over one hundred million dollars on the average movie. This is just one movie out of the hundreds that are produced in a year. This stat can be contrasted with the millions of people that die every year from starvation. One person living in North America could survive on food at a cost of under a hundred and fifty dollars a month easily, if need be. The average cost of food for one person, therefore, would be approximately eighteen hundred dollars a year. If you divide the cost of producing one film by this average cost of food for one person in North America, this amount of money would feed over fifty thousand people for a year. This is the cost of food in North America, however. Food costs are higher and lower all over the world. For instance, the charity website for the Foundation For Hospices in Sub-Saharan Africa tells the viewer that it costs an average of sixteen dollars a week to feed a family. With fifty two weeks in a year, the yearly cost is just over eight hundred dollars. According to this website, over one hundred and twenty thousand families could be fed in Sub-Saharan Africa from the cost of producing one movie.

Don't get me wrong, we all love movies, but it's so stupid, ridiculous, and actually horrific the way money is thrown away to mundane things to satisfy the middle and upper class while people starve and die. This is the world we live in.

Cell phones

Cell phones have been so annoying lately. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have had my loaner phone for nine or ten weeks when it was supposed to be six to eight max and it's the worst phone ever. But I think it's because I am so sick of seeing the glowing florescense of the cell phone constantly. People bumbling around stumbling and tripping and swerving into oncoming traffic to get or send the latest text. I get it, okay. Texting is fun. You're bored and lonely, so text. When you're somewhere awkward you can fill your time with messages. But you have to wonder.... What did people do without cell phones and texting? yes, dare I even say without little iPods to stick in our ears, with fun games to play. Perhaps people, long, long ago, were aware of their surroundings. Spent periods of complete silence in thought. Contimplation. Peace. Maybe they reflected on their day, their life. No little click click no bzzzzzz no little diddy to remind you that you're connected with someone. Cell phones have become annoying. Why do we need to be in constant touch with people? Why not look around you and appreciate what's here and now. Maybe that's too awkward. But I'd rather be awkward and contimplative, meditative, thoughtful, and able to carry a conversation with a stranger than locked into a lovers gaze with an electronic device.

Wait. That's what I'm doing now...

The day I told Daniel I always ran out of conditioner before shampoo, and he told me he ran out of shampoo before conditioner, I knew we were meant to be.

I'm starting to feel sort of married already. I take loads of my stuff over to the apartment once a week at least. I go in the apartment and do homework and clean even when Daniel isn't there. I had a shower last weekend and all the new stuff is great! I made cookies with a new mixer, in new bowls, with ingredients out of new canisters, with new cookie sheets. I just want the next five weeks to be over! I already know how potentially stressful they will be. I just want that day. More than anything. I can't wait to share the rest of my life with daniel. To have someone to come home to, to always make cookies for, to share a home and eventually a family with.. To laugh with and travel
and achieve goals and dreams and get through the great and super lame times.

Okay. That's enough cheese for me. I just had to.

The Perfect Life

People walk
People talk
People earn
People spend
Work
Work
Work
Spend spend spend
Graduate from High School
Four to eight years post
Forty thousand dollars
For the wage
Status
Class
Duty
Need a husband
Need a wife
Build a family
Age 30
Work
Work
Work
Spend spend spend
Life is spent
In dollars and bills
Handshakes and merch
Out with the old
In with
Anything
Everything
New car
New wife
Don't waste your life
Don't waste your time
There is no time
No time
No time
SPEND it
Recyle it
Recyle you
Reduce
Reuse
This car is you
This shirt is you
You you you
This house
That
This
Those
Isn't it great
We die
And thats

All.

I finished Fight Club. The book. I really enjoyed it, actually. Chuck Palahniuk is a writer who writes in a sparatic, quick, intense and choppy way that is intriguing. When authors use sentences that aren't complete, and one liner paragraphs, the book flows more like real life. Like a movie; even poetic. Maybe I'm cheesy, but literature can be such a beautiful thing. Sometimes sentences don't seem to end and big ficticious words appear everywhere, which is a striking difference to fight club. These also have their own melodic way. I love good works of literature.

Love love love love it it it.

I always wanted to be a dragon.

My skin is peeling green purple and blue.

The Amigos: The Legend

The legacy

On one fatefull day in september of 2005 while walking down an aisle I turned my head to the aquariums. Fifty dollars in my pocket. I looked both ways and looked for the fastest most agile fish. Bought some food and a water pitcher for them to live. And that's where the legacy of Huey , Duey and luey all came to pass. A group of amigos who life expectantcy should have not hAve exceded a year.

However there was more then three. Charlie. He was the forth fish. For obvious reasons he did not fit the bill of Huey duey and luey. The three amigos plotted together to kill Charlie. A fight occured and Charlie didn't make it. One week later three fish remain. And a legacy was born

They survived four months in a dormitory. Where all living things are tested and re tested for rigidness and torture. Six months in my first apartment. Where I don't know how even I survived. These three amigos stood strong. Then, when I thought a job in yellowknife was coming through. Three weeks with Dustin. The amigos banded together. Fasting, planning, reherrsing for when there owner would come back to them. ThAt's when I joined Matt and Eric g. At the 4741 4 th ave. Many long days doing nothing cept atv offroad and watching Davinci inquest. 2 months later with Eric leaving Regina behind and moving to van. Finally a place where the amigos could call home.
With me keeping an eye out on this home. Matt invted Dylan to move in. Dylan worked As a backdrop painter and kept keeping on. Then The arrival.
This arrival was the first time I met this fellow. So bright with enthusiam and knew his to swim with delicate ease. Todd wells joined Matt, dylan, the Amigos and I. Thus apartment was always filled with people. Four people on a regular basis and often one to two bands would stay over. Keeping everyone roaring. The amigos loved the company. But it didn't last for long

With travel dates in the US means left the apartment. Huey, duey and luey were alone again. With just I to feed them watch them. Then came the life of the party. Kurtis moved in.
Kurtis attended wester for four months. Then left just as he came. And has not been back to live since. He never said bye

My bro moved in the the amigos and I. It's different living with brother. Just ask the amigos. Pretty sure they were sick of eAch other.

We stayed for six months then moved to the smoke house. Huey didn't have the lungs after all the rigerous testing of the dorm boys and sercum to his defeat. Huey , we loved him. He had a gentle heart. The first leg of the tripod known as the amigos had broke. But with an excellent balancing act stayed alive. After Matt was sentenced to dojack I left the smoke house to a knewly renovated apartment with fireplace and new cabinets and a heated toilet. Duey and luey soon forgot about huey and had an eAsy six months. Just ate and swam in their own poop. That's the life I wish apon no one. But they loved it.

Six months later I moved into the house of Tim a. Of the Reynold st clan. Duey never had a chance. Four months in almost four years old he Ate his last red flake. Luey, was left alone. Huey and duey gone, leaving the once proud tripod. The amigos where left with the amigo. I thought about buying other fish to keep him company. But he didn't want it. You see

He was a bully. The tough one. A life alone is what he wanted so it's what he received. Almost five years after being purchased the last of a heroic breed died. After 23 years of waiting and praying. The riders secured 1 st in the west. The celebration was wild and with excitment. Someone knocked over the pitcher containing luey. Luey, flopping around on the floor. Didn't see it coming. All the years of waiting, floating and swimming. A old age death would not come. Fish slaughter. Accidental After trying to revive he was pronounced dead on the scene. I never got to say bye. For I was At the rider game. The legacy died on the fatefull night. He never made it to my new stage in life. Huey duey luey. You touched all of us in one say or another. For living through the worst living conditions to just being thrown in to new situations. They were the rock of everything. For I knew they would always be there. May you rot qucikly in the sewers of Regina. And your legacy live on.

Your owner and friend
Daniel

"so freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not to even feel like you are giving something -- and it is only such love that can know freedom."