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| Whilst researching a paper I Wikipedia'd 'America'. In the scetion under 'Foreign Realtions' it says;
" The United States is currently involved in a war in Iraq, a war in Afghanistan, and an intervention in Haiti. It has also embarked upon a War on Terrorism."
It seems so barmy when set in an authorative text on history. You can almost feel something similiar happened to Germans who felt nothing for or against those killed during WWII. We have been subjected to such consistent propaganda that it no more has that that sickening impact on my senses when the White House press releases inform us that they are sticking EVERYTHING they are up to under the umbrella of 'war on terrorism'. How did we allow this phrase into our vocabulary? Why are we laughing at the ludicousness and not shouting it down? Have we realised we are that powerless? What a frightening thought.
In other news the Tripoli truce was signed on Wednesday. How long do you think it will last? How many will die? 3,000 children under the age of 5 die every day from preventable diseases. That's a Tsunami's worth every week. FIFTY-TWO Tsunami's a year. And what is one of the wealthiest countries in the world spending it's money on? Nutritious mush to prevent hunger striker's in Cuba giving them a bad rap in the global media.
Instead of heading to an island off the West coast I am going back to the sickening preventions launched in Congress in the 1950s to prevent racial integration in America.
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| Dudes and dudettes....a call out!
Who has the iron from our apt? | | |
| It's been a hell of a two weeks I missed updating you all on. Most importantly, the hilarity of Holly and "he who shall not be named on the internet"...still got me smiling. Not only did I get my last paper in with pics, I also wrote another in less than 8 hours, albeit lacking lucidity and punctuation (ain't that so Blee Monster?). The CSC Chritmas party left me with lingering doubts as to who put ribbons in my hair and how exactly Joe managed to scale the conference table encumbered as he was with a glass of red wine and a brass incense burner (Church style).
That week passed on with consumption of wine with profs, annoying American boys and the captain of the Hockey team. Worked in retail to recouperate Decembers rent and flew off to London. Spent Friday winiing and dining in the finest establishments in the city and Saturday shoe shopping with Andrew. The party was amazing, speeches that made us laugh, made us cry a lot and champagne that flowed from every direction, aided by the appearnce of ten twelve year old girls at one's elbow wherever you turned bearing a fresh bottle. Rachel's food was unbelievable and passing out at 3am was sublime.Twas not alcohol induced but remanants of the essay all nighter and waiting at 4am on Oxford St. the following night in the freezing cold for a taxi.
Liverpool was a rejuvenation. Amazing breakfasts, plenty of good vino, unusuall cheeses accompanied by heavenly pears, dripping juice from fingers onto ginger thins-in a word 'devine'. The Welsh choir of Liverpool was impressive with over 500 people on stage singing perfectly and accompanied by a full brass band...a Christams sing-along to be sure. The dinner prior to that was fabulous, roasted pigeon! A day of underwear shopping and pressie buying ensued with the aunt and portugese cuisine (did someone say Peri-Peri?)
Home to the reality of work and alone time in the apt. Really enjoying it now that all the necessaries have been done. Well must dash, the steak is waiting on the pan with beans in balsamic and baby potatoes.
An extract from the Dance Soc site that made me laugh last night at how disturbingly accurate a profile of the current CSC chair. It goes something along the lines of..... Rory is our honorable chair's (Luke Reynolds) heir apparent. He has managed the impressive feat of joining more committees than anyone else on campus. However, his secret desire has always been to be an amenities officer, and, having found the one society that Luke Reynolds was not amenaties officer of, leapt at the chance to be in charge of the wine. He brings to the dance society a rakish charm, a determinination to drink Dublin dry, and a collection of horendously garish shirts. Follow the trail of pink accesories, fedoras, and flairs, and at the end you will find Rory Treanor, no doubt surrounded by beautiful young girls, and Joseph O'Gorman, we have yet to see who will win the pitched battle for his body and affections.
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| Can't believe I missed updating the world on having drinks with a Czech gay porn star! My term has rocked out hard and yet again I have over-estimated my own abilities BUT I did get the essay done, in it's entirety....all 1,297 words plus 9 pictures.....oh, come on, it's archaeology, what were they expecting? Hobsbawm? So what if I was a little shy of the expected 3,000? Oh dear God!
Well home to leave Renee in peace with her Marxism paper. Got the colour copipes easily enough and sorted out how to transfer my photos....after 2 hours of unsuccessful emailing! Adieu, my good friends, tis off to bed with me xxx | | |
| Still procrastinating BUT I have been up since 4am, therefore I have been super productive. Baked like a bizillion berry scones, no, seriously, like, 6 dozen! My major news of the day for y'all following the plot is that.....I am over The Boy!
I think I got a job in the library, plus I think I am going to quit Muji pretty soon. So this morning officially kicked off sporting new burgundy stocking in a conference room where it was decided that since we have only approved 1/3 of the grant apps before us we would all come in on the Thursday after I get back from Liverpool and do a 'Superday'...somebody shoot me, there isn't enough choc cup cakes in the world to keep me going for 12 hrs of that!
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