<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437</id><updated>2011-11-27T09:04:52.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo Must GO</title><subtitle type='html'>"In a world that has begun to believe that financial profit is the only religion, sometimes not wanting money is more frightening to capitalist society than acts of terrorism."

Arundhati Ray</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1032</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-6340817513711738667</id><published>2011-10-27T14:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:27:15.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7457140802142500840&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-6340817513711738667?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6340817513711738667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=6340817513711738667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6340817513711738667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6340817513711738667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/10/born-rich.html' title='Born Rich'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1940229930135486485</id><published>2011-10-03T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:10:37.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Occupation of Wall Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Declaration of the Occupation of New York City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted on September 30, 2011 by &lt;a href="http://nycga.cc/2011/09/30/declaration-of-the-occupation-of-new-york-city/"&gt;NYCGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This document was accepted by the NYC General Assembly on September 29, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Translations: French, Slovak, Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one’s skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization.&lt;br /&gt;They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless animals, and actively hide these practices.&lt;br /&gt;They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right.&lt;br /&gt;They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers’ healthcare and pay.&lt;br /&gt;They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;They have sold our privacy as a commodity.&lt;br /&gt;They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press. They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit.&lt;br /&gt;They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce.&lt;br /&gt;They have donated large sums of money to politicians, who are responsible for regulating them.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people’s lives or provide relief in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantial profit.&lt;br /&gt;They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit.&lt;br /&gt;They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media.&lt;br /&gt;They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt.&lt;br /&gt;They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad. They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people of the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all communities that take action and form groups in the spirit of direct democracy, we offer support, documentation, and all of the resources at our disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us and make your voices heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These grievances are not all-inclusive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1940229930135486485?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1940229930135486485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1940229930135486485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1940229930135486485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1940229930135486485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupation-of-wall-street.html' title='The Occupation of Wall Street'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-498528301568287489</id><published>2011-09-23T12:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:33:05.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MZlDF9VCbrg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you make of that dynamic that just happened here?” Williams asked. “The mention of the execution of 234 people drew applause?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think Americans understand justice,” Perry replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Americans are clearly, in the vast majority of — of cases, supportive of capital punishment. When you have committed heinous crimes against our citizens — and it’s a state-by-state issue, but in the state of Texas, our citizens have made that decision, and they made it clear, and they don’t want you to commit those crimes against our citizens. And if you do, you will face the ultimate justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xwoh6g05hj4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Santorum answered the question, and said that the repeal of the military’s ban on openly gay servicemembers was granting them special rights. From the debate transcript:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say any type of sexual activity has no place in the military. The fact they are making a point to include it as a provision within the military that we are going to recognize a group of people and give them a special privilege to and removing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell I think tries to inject social policy into the military. And the military’s job is to do one thing to defend our the military, wh I all-volunteer the ability to do so in a way that is [Inaudible] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Holy crap.  It seems all anyone in the Library heard was 'gay', not 'soldier'.  No respect from any of the candidates for this particular individual serving in the American Armed Forces in the Middle East.  Unbelievable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/irx_QXsJiao" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two Republican presidential debates have been some of the most macabre on record. Last time around, at the Reagan Library, the crowd gave the biggest applause of the night to the 234 executions that have occurred in Texas while Rick Perry was governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tampa, Florida at the CNN/Tea Party Express debate Monday night, the tea party-filled audience literally cheered aloud for the uninsured to be allowed to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment came during an exchange between moderator Wolf Blitzer and Ron Paul, whose libertarian views often make for good theater at Republican debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzer asked if under Paul’s libertarian philosophy, a sick man without insurance should be allowed to die in the hospital rather than have the state pay his medical bills. Before Paul could answer that question, shouts of “yes!” and cheering bubbled up from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Who are these monsters in the crowds (and sometimes on the stage), seriously?  Things are going bat-shit crazy south of the border...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-498528301568287489?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/498528301568287489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=498528301568287489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/498528301568287489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/498528301568287489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/09/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MZlDF9VCbrg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8666530363204413552</id><published>2011-08-03T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:59:27.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Have Learned</title><content type='html'>Ten Things I Have Learned&lt;br /&gt;www.miltonglaser.com&lt;br /&gt;Part of AIGA Talk in London&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 2001&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. YOU CAN ONLY WORK FOR PEOPLE THAT YOU LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;This is a curious rule and it took me a long time to learn because in fact at the beginning of my practice I felt the opposite. Professionalism required that you didn’t particularly like the people that you worked for or at least maintained an arms length relationship to them, which meant that I never had lunch with a client or saw them socially. Then some years ago I realised that the opposite was true. I discovered that all the work I had done that was meaningful and significant came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. And I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground. That in fact your view of life is someway congruent with the client, otherwise it is a bitter and hopeless struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IF YOU HAVE A CHOICE NEVER HAVE A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was sitting in my car outside Columbia University where my wife Shirley was studying Anthropology. While I was waiting I was listening to the radio and heard an interviewer ask ‘Now that you have reached 75 have you any advice for our audience about how to prepare for your old age?’ An irritated voice said ‘Why is everyone asking me about old age these days?’ I recognised the voice as John Cage. I am sure that many of you know who he was – the composer and philosopher who influenced people like Jasper Johns and Merce Cunningham as well as the music world in general. I knew him slightly and admired his contribution to our times. ‘You know, I do know how to prepare for old age’ he said. ‘Never have a job, because if you have a job someday someone will take it away from you and then you will be unprepared for your old age. For me, it has always been the same every since the age of 12. I wake up in the morning and I try to figure out how am I going to put bread on the table today? It is the same at 75, I wake up every morning and I think how am I going to put bread on the table today? I am exceedingly well prepared for my old age’ he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SOME PEOPLE ARE TOXIC AVOID THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a subtext of number one. There was in the sixties a man named Fritz Perls who was a gestalt therapist. Gestalt therapy derives from art history, it proposes you must understand the ‘whole’ before you can understand the details. What you have to look at is the entire culture, the entire family and community and so on. Perls proposed that in all relationships people could be either toxic or nourishing towards one another. It is not necessarily true that the same person will be toxic or nourishing in every relationship, but the combination of any two people in a relationship produces toxic or nourishing consequences. And the important thing that I can tell you is that there is a test to determine whether someone is toxic or nourishing in your relationship with them. Here is the test: You have spent some time with this person, either you have a drink or go for dinner or you go to a ball game. It doesn’t matter very much but at the end of that time you observe whether you are more energised or less energised. Whether you are tired or whether you are exhilarated. If you are more tired then you have been poisoned. If you have more energy you have been nourished. The test is almost infallible and I suggest that you use it for the rest of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PROFESSIONALISM IS NOT ENOUGH or THE GOOD IS THE ENEMY OF THE GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in my career I wanted to be professional, that was my complete aspiration in my early life because professionals seemed to know everything - not to mention they got paid for it. Later I discovered after working for a while that professionalism itself was a limitation. After all, what professionalism means in most cases is diminishing risks. So if you want to get your car fixed you go to a mechanic who knows how to deal with transmission problems in the same way each time. I suppose if you needed brain surgery you wouldn’t want the doctor to fool around and invent a new way of connecting your nerve endings. Please do it in the way that has worked in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately in our field, in the so-called creative – I hate that word because it is misused so often. I also hate the fact that it is used as a noun. Can you imagine calling someone a creative? Anyhow, when you are doing something in a recurring way to diminish risk or doing it in the same way as you have done it before, it is clear why professionalism is not enough. After all, what is required in our field, more than anything else, is the continuous transgression. Professionalism does not allow for that because transgression has to encompass the possibility of failure and if you are professional your instinct is not to fail, it is to repeat success. So professionalism as a lifetime aspiration is a limited goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. LESS IS NOT NECESSARILY MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a child of modernism I have heard this mantra all my life. Less is more. One morning upon awakening I realised that it was total nonsense, it is an absurd proposition and also fairly meaningless. But it sounds great because it contains within it a paradox that is resistant to understanding. But it simply does not obtain when you think about the visual of the history of the world. If you look at a Persian rug, you cannot say that less is more because you realise that every part of that rug, every change of colour, every shift in form is absolutely essential for its aesthetic success. You cannot prove to me that a solid blue rug is in any way superior. That also goes for the work of Gaudi, Persian miniatures, art nouveau and everything else. However, I have an alternative to the proposition that I believe is more appropriate. ‘Just enough is more.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. STYLE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this idea first occurred to me when I was looking at a marvellous etching of a bull by Picasso. It was an illustration for a story by Balzac called The Hidden Masterpiece. I am sure that you all know it. It is a bull that is expressed in 12 different styles going from very naturalistic version of a bull to an absolutely reductive single line abstraction and everything else along the way. What is clear just from looking at this single print is that style is irrelevant. In every one of these cases, from extreme abstraction to acute naturalism they are extraordinary regardless of the style. It’s absurd to be loyal to a style. It does not deserve your loyalty. I must say that for old design professionals it is a problem because the field is driven by economic consideration more than anything else. Style change is usually linked to economic factors, as all of you know who have read Marx. Also fatigue occurs when people see too much of the same thing too often. So every ten years or so there is a stylistic shift and things are made to look different. Typefaces go in and out of style and the visual system shifts a little bit. If you are around for a long time as a designer, you have an essential problem of what to do. I mean, after all, you have developed a vocabulary, a form that is your own. It is one of the ways that you distinguish yourself from your peers, and establish your identity in the field. How you maintain your own belief system and preferences becomes a real balancing act. The question of whether you pursue change or whether you maintain your own distinct form becomes difficult. We have all seen the work of illustrious practitioners that suddenly look old-fashioned or, more precisely, belonging to another moment in time. And there are sad stories such as the one about Cassandre, arguably the greatest graphic designer of the twentieth century, who couldn’t make a living at the end of his life and committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;But the point is that anybody who is in this for the long haul has to decide how to respond to change in the zeitgeist. What is it that people now expect that they formerly didn’t want? And how to respond to that desire in a way that doesn’t change your sense of integrity and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW YOU LIVE CHANGES YOUR BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is the most responsive organ of the body. Actually it is the organ that is most susceptible to change and regeneration of all the organs in the body. I have a friend named Gerald Edelman who was a great scholar of brain studies and he says that the analogy of the brain to a computer is pathetic. The brain is actually more like an overgrown garden that is constantly growing and throwing off seeds, regenerating and so on. And he believes that the brain is susceptible, in a way that we are not fully conscious of, to almost every experience of our life and every encounter we have. I was fascinated by a story in a newspaper a few years ago about the search for perfect pitch. A group of scientists decided that they were going to find out why certain people have perfect pitch. You know certain people hear a note precisely and are able to replicate it at exactly the right pitch. Some people have relevant pitch; perfect pitch is rare even among musicians. The scientists discovered – I don’t know how - that among people with perfect pitch the brain was different. Certain lobes of the brain had undergone some change or deformation that was always present with those who had perfect pitch. This was interesting enough in itself. But then they discovered something even more fascinating. If you took a bunch of kids and taught them to play the violin at the age of 4 or 5 after a couple of years some of them developed perfect pitch, and in all of those cases their brain structure had changed. Well what could that mean for the rest of us? We tend to believe that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind, although we do not generally believe that everything we do affects the brain. I am convinced that if someone was to yell at me from across the street my brain could be affected and my life might changed. That is why your mother always said, ‘Don’t hang out with those bad kids.’ Mama was right. Thought changes our life and our behaviour. I also believe that drawing works in the same way. I am a great advocate of drawing, not in order to become an illustrator, but because I believe drawing changes the brain in the same way as the search to create the right note changes the brain of a violinist. Drawing also makes you attentive. It makes you pay attention to what you are looking at, which is not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DOUBT IS BETTER THAN CERTAINTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always talks about confidence in believing what you do. I remember once going to a class in yoga where the teacher said that, spirituality speaking, if you believed that you had achieved enlightenment you have merely arrived at your limitation. I think that is also true in a practical sense. Deeply held beliefs of any kind prevent you from being open to experience, which is why I find all firmly held ideological positions questionable. It makes me nervous when someone believes too deeply or too much. I think that being sceptical and questioning all deeply held beliefs is essential. Of course we must know the difference between scepticism and cynicism because cynicism is as much a restriction of one’s openness to the world as passionate belief is. They are sort of twins. And then in a very real way, solving any problem is more important than being right. There is a significant sense of self-righteousness in both the art and design world. Perhaps it begins at school. Art school often begins with the Ayn Rand model of the single personality resisting the ideas of the surrounding culture. The theory of the avant garde is that as an individual you can transform the world, which is true up to a point. One of the signs of a damaged ego is absolute certainty.&lt;br /&gt;Schools encourage the idea of not compromising and defending your work at all costs. Well, the issue at work is usually all about the nature of compromise. You just have to know what to compromise. Blind pursuit of your own ends which excludes the possibility that others may be right does not allow for the fact that in design we are always dealing with a triad – the client, the audience and you. &lt;br /&gt;Ideally, making everyone win through acts of accommodation is desirable. But self-righteousness is often the enemy. Self-righteousness and narcissism generally come out of some sort of childhood trauma, which we do not have to go into. It is a consistently difficult thing in human affairs. Some years ago I read a most remarkable thing about love, that also applies to the nature of co-existing with others. It was a quotation from Iris Murdoch in her obituary. It read ‘ Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.’ Isn’t that fantastic! The best insight on the subject of love that one can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ON AGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year someone gave me a charming book by Roger Rosenblatt called ‘Ageing Gracefully’ I got it on my birthday. I did not appreciate the title at the time but it contains a series of rules for ageing gracefully. The first rule is the best. Rule number one is that ‘it doesn’t matter.’ ‘It doesn’t matter that what you think. Follow this rule and it will add decades to your life. It does not matter if you are late or early, if you are here or there, if you said it or didn’t say it, if you are clever or if you were stupid. If you were having a bad hair day or a no hair day or if your boss looks at you cockeyed or your boyfriend or girlfriend looks at you cockeyed, if you are cockeyed. If you don’t get that promotion or prize or house or if you do – it doesn’t matter.’ Wisdom at last. Then I heard a marvellous joke that seemed related to rule number 10. A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door. The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired ‘Got any cabbage?’ The butcher said ‘This is a meat market – we sell meat, not vegetables.’ The rabbit hopped off. The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says ‘You got any cabbage?’ The butcher now irritated says ‘Listen you little rodent I told you yesterday we sell meat, we do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.’ The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week. Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said ‘Got any nails?’ The butcher said ‘No.’ The rabbit said ‘Ok. Got any cabbage?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TELL THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit joke is relevant because it occurred to me that looking for a cabbage in a butcher’s shop might be like looking for ethics in the design field. It may not be the most obvious place to find either. It’s interesting to observe that in the new AIGA’s code of ethics there is a significant amount of useful information about appropriate behaviour towards clients and other designers, but not a word about a designer’s relationship to the public. We expect a butcher to sell us eatable meat and that he doesn’t misrepresent his wares. I remember reading that during the Stalin years in Russia that everything labelled veal was actually chicken. I can’t imagine what everything labelled chicken was. We can accept certain kinds of misrepresentation, such as fudging about the amount of fat in his hamburger but once a butcher knowingly sells us spoiled meat we go elsewhere. As a designer, do we have less responsibility to our public than a butcher? Everyone interested in licensing our field might note that the reason licensing has been invented is to protect the public not designers or clients. ‘Do no harm’ is an admonition to doctors concerning their relationship to their patients, not to their fellow practitioners or the drug companies. If we were licensed, telling the truth might become more central to what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8666530363204413552?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8666530363204413552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8666530363204413552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8666530363204413552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8666530363204413552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-things-i-have-learned.html' title='10 Things I Have Learned'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3441476575050474690</id><published>2011-07-15T12:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:15:04.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High To Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ouramazingplanet.com/infographic-tallest-mountain-to-deepest-ocean-trench-0249/" mce_href="/infographic-tallest-mountain-to-deepest-ocean-trench-0249/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.ouramazingplanet.com/images/stories/oap-landsea-oceans-100608-moderate.jpg" mce_src="/images/stories/oap-landsea-oceans-100608-moderate.jpg" alt="Our Amazing Planet explores Earth from its peaks to it mysterious depths." width="400" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.ouramazingplanet.com/" mce_href="/mce_href"&gt;OurAmazingPlanet.com, Exploring the wonder and beauty of planet Earth through exclusive news, features and images.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'm amazed how small the liveable zone is amongst all that scale of tall and deep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3441476575050474690?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3441476575050474690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3441476575050474690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3441476575050474690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3441476575050474690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/07/high-to-low.html' title='High To Low'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2980288398984435018</id><published>2011-05-27T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:25:57.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Aphrodite North American Tour 2011 Playlist</title><content type='html'>"The Carnival of the Animals" (Instrumental Introduction)&lt;br /&gt;    "Aphrodite"&lt;br /&gt;    "The One"&lt;br /&gt;    "Wow"&lt;br /&gt;    "Illusion"&lt;br /&gt;    "I Believe in You"&lt;br /&gt;    "Cupid Boy"&lt;br /&gt;    "Spinning Around"&lt;br /&gt;    "Get Outta My Way"&lt;br /&gt;    "What Do I Have to Do?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Everything Is Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;    "Slow"&lt;br /&gt;    "Confide In Me"&lt;br /&gt;    "Can’t Get You Out of My Head"&lt;br /&gt;    "In My Arms"&lt;br /&gt;    "Looking For an Angel"&lt;br /&gt;    "There Must Be an Angel (Playing With My Heart)"&lt;br /&gt;    "Love at First Sight" (contains elements of "Can't Beat The Feeling")&lt;br /&gt;    "If You Don’t Love Me"&lt;br /&gt;    "Better the Devil You Know"&lt;br /&gt;    "Better Than Today"&lt;br /&gt;    "Put Your Hands Up (If You Feel Love)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "On a Night Like This"(contains elements of "Heaven")&lt;br /&gt;    "All the Lovers"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2980288398984435018?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2980288398984435018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2980288398984435018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2980288398984435018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2980288398984435018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/05/kylie-aphrodite-north-american-tour.html' title='Kylie Aphrodite North American Tour 2011 Playlist'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2712608776753460309</id><published>2011-05-20T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:23:55.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!?!</title><content type='html'>It's a huge shallow pool, and there are definitely a lot of candidates to sift through without delving too deep into the parodies.  There are a couple of parodies here (since there are some YouTube phenoms that have based their entire existence on gaying up hit songs) that are actually pretty good.  And of course the gay porn stars trying to jump into a music career and the perennial gay faves like Ultra Nate.  Enough flaming going on here to burn your body hair off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the gayest videos produced EVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23782776?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="470" height="349" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23782776"&gt;WTF&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user7099595"&gt;Matt Zarley&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FKCNx_ynEHU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kZf-Ql3wayA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4dlYqPmK7uU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2w02QxQZGQc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_sjlPK0Snqo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kelUCEcdO8M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ko2IIvE34WY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="470" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FqlY03wp7b4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2712608776753460309?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2712608776753460309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2712608776753460309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2712608776753460309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2712608776753460309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/05/wtf.html' title='WTF?!?!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FKCNx_ynEHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7539736514451496078</id><published>2011-05-05T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:15:50.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem is....</title><content type='html'>- Christianity along with all other theistic belief systems is the fraud of the age. &lt;br /&gt;- It serves to detach the species from the natural world, and likewise each other. &lt;br /&gt;- It supports blind submission to authority. &lt;br /&gt;- It reduces human responsibility to the effect that ‘god’ controls everything and in turn, awful crimes and great successes can all be justified in the name of the divine pursuit. &lt;br /&gt;- most importantly, it empowers those who know the truth but use the myth to manipulate and control societies. &lt;br /&gt;- The religious myth is the most powerful device ever created, and basically serves as the psychological soil upon which other myths can flourish. &lt;br /&gt;- In the deeper sense, and the religious sense, a myth serves as an orienting and mobilizing story for the people. The focus is not on the stories relationship to reality, but on its function. A story cannot function unless it is believed to be true in the community or the nation. It is not a matter of debate, if some people have the bad taste to raise the question of the truth in the ‘sacred story’ the keepers of the faith do not enter into debate with them. They ignore them, or denounce them as blasphemous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7539736514451496078?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7539736514451496078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7539736514451496078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7539736514451496078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7539736514451496078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/05/problem-is.html' title='The problem is....'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5921111122917723091</id><published>2011-03-28T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:32:25.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts exactly</title><content type='html'>I love this comment from &lt;i&gt;Clusterfuck Nation&lt;/i&gt; this morning.  It's how I feel, EXACTLY.  The comments were made on the topic of James Howard Kunstler's review of Charles Ferguson's documentary, &lt;i&gt;Inside Job&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jim, I tend to agree with you that our B-schools produce a lot of blinkered thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shameless academic mandarins caught on camera trying to weasel out of their greed-driven misdeeds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, last week I had lunch with a prominent academic economist. He shocked everyone at the table with his belief that our economic system, since long before the Crash, has been based on hallucinations and that the "recovery" is as fragile as a 100-year-old dowager with a bad cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not sleep the week after the Japan catastrophe. He also believes that it will only take one such event to lead to a new and deeper Crash, including an American default. It does not make the papers, he noted, that the Fed is quietly buying back Chinese-held US debt so keep America from collapsing. China has lost faith in the idea that American debt is worth a thing, he claimed. We just don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to watch two indicators: the value of the dollar vs. a market-basket of other currencies, and the price of oil, to see where the nation is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he understands and accepts the premises of Peak Oil. Maybe we'll get a new breed of economists in a future who understand scarcity and help others understand it. If we have universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch this guy stunned his listeners (but not me) by saying it's over, essentially. His students don't want to believe him when he tells them "the US will have to default on its debt. There is no way to repay it through either tax hikes or spending cuts. We are screwed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Millennials had best learn some 19th century skills and stop texting on their smart phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only disagree with you on one count: we may, in time, see Bernanke and his ilk less as cowards and shills and more as sad and doomed figures who knew the lumpenproletariat were not ready for the hard truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these financial kingpins in government will be recalled, in whatever histories we write in 200 years, as desperate men who tried to prop up a doomed system, based upon promises and emptiness, that took them down with it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5921111122917723091?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5921111122917723091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5921111122917723091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5921111122917723091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5921111122917723091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My thoughts exactly'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7526914833682367474</id><published>2011-03-07T18:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:02:28.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfgang Gartner....cool video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UOuxTQpxawc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7526914833682367474?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7526914833682367474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7526914833682367474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7526914833682367474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7526914833682367474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/wolfgang-gartnercool-video.html' title='Wolfgang Gartner....cool video'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UOuxTQpxawc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5766750292753315541</id><published>2011-02-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:10:34.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Styles of Distorted Thinking</title><content type='html'>1. Filtering: You take the negative details and magnify them, while filtering out all positive aspects of a situation. A single detail may be picked out, and the whole event becomes colored by this detail. When you pull negative things out of context, isolated from all the good experiences around you, you make them larger and more awful than they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Polarized Thinking: The hallmark of this distortion is an insistence on dichotomous choices. Things are black or white, good or bad. You tend to perceive everything at the extremes, with very little room for a middle ground. The greatest danger in polarized thinking is its impact on how you judge yourself. For example-You have to be perfect or you're a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Overgeneralization: You come to a general conclusion based on a single incident or piece of evidence. If something bad happens once, you expect it to happen over and over again. 'Always' and 'never' are cues that this style of thinking is being utilized. This distortion can lead to a restricted life, as you avoid future failures based on the single incident or event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mind Reading: Without their saying so, you know what people are feeling and why they act the way they do. In particular, you are able to divine how people are feeling toward you. Mind reading depends on a process called projection. You imagine that people feel the same way you do and react to things the same way you do. Therefore, you don't watch or listen carefully enough to notice that they are actually different. Mind readers jump to conclusions that are true for them, without checking whether they are true for the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Catastrophizing: You expect disaster. You notice or hear about a problem and start "what if's." What if that happens to me? What if tragedy strikes? There are no limits to a really fertile catastrophic imagination. An underlying catalyst for this style of thinking is that you do not trust in yourself and your capacity to adapt to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Personalization: This is the tendency to relate everything around you to yourself. For example, thinking that everything people do or say is some kind of reaction to you. You also compare yourself to others, trying to determine who's smarter, better looking, etc. The underlying assumption is that your worth is in question. You are therefore continually forced to test your value as a person by measuring yourself against others. If you come out better, you get a moment's relief. If you come up short, you feel diminished. The basic thinking error is that you interpret each experience, each conversation, each look as a clue to your worth and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Control Fallacies: There are two ways you can distort your sense of power and control. If you feel externally controlled, you see yourself as helpless, a victim of fate. The fallacy of internal control has you responsible for the pain and happiness of everyone around you. Feeling externally controlled keeps you stuck. You don't believe you can really affect the basic shape of your life, let alone make any difference in the world. The truth of the matter is that we are constantly making decisions, and that every decision affects our lives. On the other hand, the fallacy of internal control leaves you exhausted as you attempt to fill the needs of everyone around you, and feel responsible in doing so (and guilty when you cannot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fallacy of Fairness: You feel resentful because you think you know what's fair, but other people won't agree with you. Fairness is so conveniently defined, so temptingly self-serving, that each person gets locked into his or her own point of view. It is tempting to make assumptions about how things would change if people were only fair or really valued you. But the other person hardly ever sees it that way, and you end up causing yourself a lot of pain and an ever-growing resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Blaming: You hold other people responsible for your pain, or take the other tack and blame yourself for every problem. Blaming often involves making someone else responsible for choices and decisions that are actually our own responsibility. In blame systems, you deny your right (and responsibility) to assert your needs, say no, or go elsewhere for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Shoulds: You have a list of ironclad rules about how you and other people should act. People who break the rules anger you, and you feel guilty if you violate the rules. The rules are right and indisputable and, as a result, you are often in the position of judging and finding fault (in yourself and in others). Cue words indicating the presence of this distortion are should, ought, and must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Emotional Reasoning: You believe that what you feel must be true-automatically. If you feel stupid or boring, then you must be stupid and boring. If you feel guilty, then you must have done something wrong. The problem with emotional reasoning is that our emotions interact and correlate with our thinking process. Therefore, if you have distorted thoughts and beliefs, your emotions will reflect these distortions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fallacy of Change: You expect that other people will change to suit you if you just pressure or cajole them enough. You need to change people because your hopes for happiness seem to depend entirely on them. The truth is the only person you can really control or have much hope of changing is yourself. The underlying assumption of this thinking style is that your happiness depends on the actions of others. Your happiness actually depends on the thousands of large and small choices you make in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Global Labeling: You generalize one or two qualities (in yourself or others) into a negative global judgment. Global labeling ignores all contrary evidence, creating a view of the world that can be stereotyped and one-dimensional. Labeling yourself can have a negative and insidious impact upon your self-esteem; while labeling others can lead to snap-judgments, relationship problems, and prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Being Right: You feel continually on trial to prove that your opinions and actions are correct. Being wrong is unthinkable and you will go to any length to demonstrate your rightness. Having to be 'right' often makes you hard of hearing. You aren't interested in the possible veracity of a differing opinion, only in defending your own. Being right becomes more important than an honest and caring relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Heaven's Reward Fallacy: You expect all your sacrifice and self-denial to pay off, as if there were someone keeping score. You fell bitter when the reward doesn't come as expected. The problem is that while you are always doing the 'right thing,' if your heart really isn't in it, you are physically and emotionally depleting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*From &lt;i&gt;Thoughts &amp; Feelings&lt;/i&gt; by McKay, Davis, &amp; Fanning. New Harbinger, 1981. 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He had no arms and no legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three women, from England, Wales, and Scotland, were walking past and felt sorry for the poor man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English woman said "Have you ever had a hug?" The man said "No," so she gave him a hug and walked on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Welsh woman said, "Have you ever had a kiss?" The man said, "No," so she gave him a kiss and walked on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scottish woman came to him and said, "'ave ya ever been fucked, laddie?" &lt;br /&gt;The man broke into a big smile and said, "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Aye, ya will be when the tide comes in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7324246661138854873?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7324246661138854873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7324246661138854873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7324246661138854873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7324246661138854873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/02/scottish-compassion.html' title='Scottish Compassion'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2708073918521418618</id><published>2011-01-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:04:06.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burns Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Love In the Guise of Friendship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk not of love, it gives me pain, &lt;br /&gt;For love has been my foe; &lt;br /&gt;He bound me in an iron chain, &lt;br /&gt;And plung'd me deep in woe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friendship's pure and lasting joys, &lt;br /&gt;My heart was form'd to prove; &lt;br /&gt;There, welcome win and wear the prize, &lt;br /&gt;But never talk of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship much can make me blest, &lt;br /&gt;O why that bliss destroy? &lt;br /&gt;Why urge the only, one request &lt;br /&gt;You know I will deny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thought, if Love must harbour there, &lt;br /&gt;Conceal it in that thought; &lt;br /&gt;Nor cause me from my bosom tear &lt;br /&gt;The very friend I sought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tragic Fragment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All devil as I am-a damned wretch,&lt;br /&gt;A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;&lt;br /&gt;And with sincere but unavailing sighs&lt;br /&gt;I view the helpless children of distress:&lt;br /&gt;With tears indignant I behold the oppressor&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction,&lt;br /&gt;Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime. -&lt;br /&gt;Ev'n you, ye hapless crew! I pity you;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, whom the seeming good think sin to pity;&lt;br /&gt;Ye poor, despised, abandoned vagabonds,&lt;br /&gt;Whom Vice, as usual, has turn'd o'er to ruin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! but for friends and interposing Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;I had been driven forth like you forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;The most detested, worthless wretch among you!&lt;br /&gt;O injured God! Thy goodness has endow'd me&lt;br /&gt;With talents passing most of my compeers,&lt;br /&gt;Which I in just proportion have abused-&lt;br /&gt;As far surpassing other common villains&lt;br /&gt;As Thou in natural parts has given me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2708073918521418618?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2708073918521418618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2708073918521418618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2708073918521418618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2708073918521418618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/01/burns-night.html' title='Burns Night'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-835279703122191971</id><published>2011-01-10T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:19:19.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood should be running in the streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6OQzH07u0U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6OQzH07u0U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-835279703122191971?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/835279703122191971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=835279703122191971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/835279703122191971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/835279703122191971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood-should-be-running-in-streets.html' title='Blood should be running in the streets'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7406042309223669767</id><published>2010-12-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:49:00.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Running Ditty</title><content type='html'>They say that running's good for you&lt;br /&gt;So do it every day&lt;br /&gt;It makes the sun shine in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It pushes clouds away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you run, the more you'll smile&lt;br /&gt;`til people stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;They'll ask you what the magic is...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the clothes you wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when your legs are sore,&lt;br /&gt;When you can barely move...&lt;br /&gt;Get out of bed, you sleepy head,&lt;br /&gt;And find your running groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the doctors when they say&lt;br /&gt;To listen to your body...&lt;br /&gt;For if you do, it screams and yells,&lt;br /&gt;And says "take up karate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles Tendons, they will whine,&lt;br /&gt;And Plantar says "Don't go!"&lt;br /&gt;Hips and knees will plead with you&lt;br /&gt;They're not your friend but foe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're black or falling off,&lt;br /&gt;Nails are rather dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Who needs nails? They are a waste&lt;br /&gt;of precious calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tune it out, the whole damn thing&lt;br /&gt;From toe to empty head.&lt;br /&gt;For if you listen, you'll be found&lt;br /&gt;Alone and sad in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ass will fill with fatty cells,&lt;br /&gt;Your belly it will swell,&lt;br /&gt;Your lungs will shrink,&lt;br /&gt;You'll lose your dink&lt;br /&gt;Your feet will really smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So run, run, run, You Dicks and Janes,&lt;br /&gt;Put on those shorts and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;At Seven Miles you'll find those smiles&lt;br /&gt;Have pushed away the Blues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7406042309223669767?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7406042309223669767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7406042309223669767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7406042309223669767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7406042309223669767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-running-ditty.html' title='A Little Running Ditty'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7750086977290048544</id><published>2010-12-08T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:24:23.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Memories</title><content type='html'>This will be remembered at one of the pinnacles in Vancouver's history!&amp;nbsp; What an amazing time it was; it's very hard to believe it was almost a year ago already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHCuvHYAIFI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHCuvHYAIFI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7750086977290048544?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7750086977290048544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7750086977290048544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7750086977290048544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7750086977290048544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-memories.html' title='Ah, Memories'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1779980779192713716</id><published>2010-11-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:29:02.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TDXfwdQmsDI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/OkwrYVQ-w7Y/s1600/creativevitaerc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TDXfwdQmsDI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/OkwrYVQ-w7Y/s320/creativevitaerc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4511958767819691957?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4511958767819691957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4511958767819691957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4511958767819691957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4511958767819691957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/07/creative-process.html' title='The Creative Process'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TDXfwdQmsDI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/OkwrYVQ-w7Y/s72-c/creativevitaerc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7628934118716049461</id><published>2010-07-01T12:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:55:54.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie in full</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.npr.org/v2/?i=128109135&amp;#38;m=128115091&amp;#38;t=audio" height="386" wmode="opaque" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" base="http://www.npr.org" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7628934118716049461?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7628934118716049461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7628934118716049461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7628934118716049461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7628934118716049461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/07/kylie-in-full.html' title='Kylie in full'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5986034259073639377</id><published>2010-06-24T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:00:26.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Moral Depravity of Capitalism in 20 Tweets</title><content type='html'>I've thought a lot about it &amp;amp; have concluded that market capitalism is actually conducive to evil. It's not just a talking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The system requires winners AND losers. It is- by design- zero sum. This creates two serious moral problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 1st moral dilemma of capitalism is that it demands that its adherents not only have stake in their own wins, but in your losses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That is the seedy underbelly of competition. Winning at any cost. Depriving my opponent of whatever I must, even dignity or life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The other moral dilemma of capitalism creates &amp;amp; perpetuates what is basically a form of mental illness in people with consciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No person of conscience can enjoy the spoils of wealth/capitalism without some guilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. But that same person also realizes it is impossible to see that everyone shares in the wealth of the system. There MUST be losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So the natural instinct in a painful situation that seems impossible to change is to go into denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We disconnect from the humanity of other people. We withdraw into our own small worlds and justify it as fair or right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And we console ourselves by saying if others were as righteous as us, they would have what we do. They must deserve suffering! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This entire endeavor puts our souls in peril. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Capitalism has serious potential to do damage to our capacity for empathy and compassion. It's a dehumanizing system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I believe our addiction to the system of capitalism requires us to imagine it can bring us happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the point of desiring excessive wealth, if not that we think it generates happiness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. But because of dynamic already described, with each increment of happiness bought, another piece of one's humanity is sacrificed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In other words, it is impossible for a person of moral conscience to become happier through the accumulation of wealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. So this means 1 of 2 things. Either we're a civilization lacking in conscience or we're a civilization lacking in true happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's especially ironic is that the language of capitalism is conflated with the language of liberty and empowerment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. But capitalism is actually a very oppressive system. Either you're denied dignity and liberty by being a "loser" in the system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Or you're asked to deny your own human instincts of compassion and empathy for other people by being a "winner" in the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Either way, by participating in the system, you've given up some of self-sovereignty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series first tweeted by Cynthia Boaz on June 21, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cynthia-boaz/on-the-moral-depravity-of_b_622997.html"&gt;The Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow Cynthia Boaz on Twitter: www.twitter.com/cynthiaboaz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;This is Cynthia's critique.  Here are some other thoughts and comments by others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For me, it's important that you do come up with an alternative, Doc, as it would help me to understand exactly what you mean by the immorality of capitalism because I don't see that capitalism is, in itself, immoral. I think it's like a lot of other systems; it can be practiced morally or immorally. &lt;br /&gt;- Competition is also not, in itself, immoral. Every time you play a game with someone there is competition to win and there is a winner and a loser. As long as everyone plays fair, that's not only immoral but is the essence of playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;- Competition in capitalism is a good thing as long as it's fair competition. Fair competition in capitalism induces capitalists to provide the best possible product or service at the lowest possible price so that the consumer will purchase from them. I don't see anything inherently immoral about that. &lt;br /&gt;- One of the first hurdles we come up against in addressing an inequitable system is facing up to our privilege. It's a fundamental difference between progressives and conservatives. No one likes to be reminded of their privilege — whether it’s white privilege, heterosexual privilege, male privilege, or class privilege — because acknowledging that privilege commutes responsibility for that privilege, and the day-by-day, moment-to-moment decision to perpetuate that privilege or know — while knowing the consequences it imposes on others.&lt;br /&gt;- Whether we asked for our privilege or not — acknowledging it, if we don’t want to be responsible for perpetuating it and the injustice it perpetuates, means changing how we are in the world, day-by-day and moment-to-moment.&lt;br /&gt;- If you can rationalize your privilege, and rationalize related inequities on the flip-side, then you don’t have to change how you are in the world; because all is right with the world, no matter how bad it is for somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;- In fact, your privilege — whether it stems from your race, gender, sexual orientation, economic status, etc. — doesn’t even exist. The whole world is suddenly a meritocracy. What you have, you deserve, basically because you have it. And the “have-nots”? Well, if they deserved it, they’d have it. &lt;br /&gt;- Power is conducive to evil. It's not a capitalism-only thing. - I don't think it's necessary (nor considered requisite fairness) for you to devise an alternative, with your alternative being dumping yourself into the GOP or Tea Party. I think critiquing a system for it's own sake is worthy and important, and helps people understand what they are participating in. The analysis is necessary before any consideration can be given to an alternative, and that alternative is certainly not your responsibility (it's ALL of our responsibilities). Frankly, I feel that when the response to this piece is solely to challenge you to state your alternative, that is a clear sign of a person who is not willing to face or consider what you've unveiled. It's a deflection. I think it's a great piece, and I can relate to the growing despondency over our capitalist system I detect in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thoughts...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5986034259073639377?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5986034259073639377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5986034259073639377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5986034259073639377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5986034259073639377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-moral-depravity-of-capitalism-in-20.html' title='On the Moral Depravity of Capitalism in 20 Tweets'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2089505353189235016</id><published>2010-06-24T05:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:13:12.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Show Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TCNLzu8hBQI/AAAAAAAAEsA/3cuJOURFX6A/s1600/g20-pittsburgh1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TCNLzu8hBQI/AAAAAAAAEsA/3cuJOURFX6A/s320/g20-pittsburgh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This G8/G20 boondoggle is infuriating.&amp;nbsp; There are fences all the way up to Huntsville, a police state in downtown Toronto, and a ridiculously ugly $57,000 kiddies swimming pool for the media on the shore of Lake Ontario.&amp;nbsp; The billion dollar price tag for this charade is insane.&amp;nbsp; The politicians deem it a necessity...we have to have these meetings for the world's super-elite, and put the cost of it on the working classes.&amp;nbsp; Make a fuss about it and the Cons will ignore you, as they always do.&amp;nbsp; How do we know whether it's going to be worth it or not yet?&amp;nbsp; Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper figured that having the G20 meeting in downtown Toronto would showcase Canada's financial prowess, even though all the bankers and investors are taking the next couple of days off because Bay Street is now a militarized zone and they fear for their lives from the yet-to-appear throngs of insane, violent protestors.&amp;nbsp; I hope that they do show up and deaths occur...if only to justify the (holy shit!) billion dollar price tag.&amp;nbsp; Harper is a fucking idiot....what the hell were he and his strategists thinking?&amp;nbsp; Not about much other than themselves, once again, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all happening in &lt;i&gt;this shithole&lt;/i&gt; of a city.&amp;nbsp; I've been here two weeks too long already.&amp;nbsp; I keep giving southern Ontario extra chances to change my mind on what a crappy place it is, but this trip is another FAIL.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get somewhere?&amp;nbsp; Well, just hop in a fucking car and sit in some fucking traffic in this ugly city.&amp;nbsp; The people are all self-absorbed, stressed, rude, and high-strung.&amp;nbsp; Anyone I know here who is decent is not from here.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else will have a 'conversation' with you, but the entire chat is truly spent enduring Ontarians talk about themselves, their awesome lives living in a shithole, and how the rest of Canada including where you are from is worth ridicule since it isn't here.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Is it possible you people can talk more about yourselves, please?&amp;nbsp; My ears aren't bleeding enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the old, "You're from Manitoba?&amp;nbsp; Oh I'm so sorry." bullshit line more than once here, or "You're from the West Coast, oh &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; couldn't live there; it rains all the time".&amp;nbsp; Yeah, shut up you Ontario asshole. It's all a joke to you and the universe that revolves around your ego, isn't it?&amp;nbsp; Screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get people to look me in the eye as they pass by, no luck yet.&amp;nbsp; And don't get me started on this disgusting humidity, still more tornadoes, and even an earthquake to top things off. I'm counting the minutes until I get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember now why I always go to Montreal and not Toronto when I end up in the East.&amp;nbsp; It's because people are actually real there and they honestly care about other people.&amp;nbsp; And they don't incessantly talk just about themselves all the time.&amp;nbsp; It's obvious the Ontario factor rots everyone's brains here, including the politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I reiterate the solution to the spiralling G8/G20 expense 'crisis', why doesn't the cabal of greedy old white men just collectively buy an island nation in the middle of the Pacific and have their meetings there whenever they feel they're warranted?&amp;nbsp; They can build their Dr. Evil lair there and blow smoke up each other's asses as much as they want, out of the public eye, away from protestors, and with as much security as they feel their inflated egos need.&amp;nbsp; Leave the rest of us alone like you do the other 363 days a year, you fucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2089505353189235016?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2089505353189235016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2089505353189235016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2089505353189235016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2089505353189235016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gong-show-rant.html' title='Gong Show Rant'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/TCNLzu8hBQI/AAAAAAAAEsA/3cuJOURFX6A/s72-c/g20-pittsburgh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8660151457222500687</id><published>2010-06-16T09:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:48:43.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BU2B (Brought Up To Believe) - Rush</title><content type='html'>(written by Neil Peart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up to believe &lt;br /&gt;The universe has a plan &lt;br /&gt;We are only human &lt;br /&gt;It’s not ours to understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe has a plan &lt;br /&gt;All is for the best &lt;br /&gt;Some will be rewarded &lt;br /&gt;And the devil take the rest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is for the best &lt;br /&gt;Believe in what we’re told &lt;br /&gt;Blind men in the market &lt;br /&gt;Buying what we’re sold &lt;br /&gt;Believe in what we’re told &lt;br /&gt;Until our final breath &lt;br /&gt;While our loving Watchmaker &lt;br /&gt;Loves us all to death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of cut and thrust &lt;br /&gt;I was always taught to trust &lt;br /&gt;In a world where all must fail &lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s justice will prevail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy and pain that we receive &lt;br /&gt;Each comes with its own cost &lt;br /&gt;The price of what we’re winning &lt;br /&gt;Is the same as what we’ve lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until our final breath &lt;br /&gt;The joy and pain that we receive &lt;br /&gt;Must be what we deserve &lt;br /&gt;I was brought up to believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8660151457222500687?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8660151457222500687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8660151457222500687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8660151457222500687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8660151457222500687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/06/bu2b-brought-up-to-believe-rush.html' title='BU2B (Brought Up To Believe) - Rush'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8478651197690715083</id><published>2010-05-10T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:07:51.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver Sun Run May 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S-gvHb_RDLI/AAAAAAAAEr4/6Rlh1ZWAoT8/s1600/3006437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S-gvHb_RDLI/AAAAAAAAEr4/6Rlh1ZWAoT8/s320/3006437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S-gvDuo7nhI/AAAAAAAAErw/2CMaxYsMaec/s1600/3006593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S-gvDuo7nhI/AAAAAAAAErw/2CMaxYsMaec/s320/3006593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;51,000 runners participated in yesterday's 10K race on a beautiful Vancouver day.&amp;nbsp; The winner was done in 29:02!!!&amp;nbsp; Pics are courtesy the Vancouver Sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8478651197690715083?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8478651197690715083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8478651197690715083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8478651197690715083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8478651197690715083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/05/vancouver-sun-run-may-9-2010.html' title='Vancouver Sun Run May 9, 2010'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S-gvHb_RDLI/AAAAAAAAEr4/6Rlh1ZWAoT8/s72-c/3006437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-104596797351221506</id><published>2010-05-08T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:18:25.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant to say was...how can we possibly express our profound gratitude to the person who was the first to hold us, the first to feed  us, and the first to make us feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance we watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to  everyone else seem so routine. But for us, the tasks you lovingly  completed year after year built and reinforced the foundation, the  structure that made our world a safe and comfortable place to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we are and all that we have can be traced back to you.  Whatever accomplishments we have made along the way would not have  occurred without you first believing in us. And you, you were the  person who always believed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with our family, we are amazed at the number of times we hear your  words flow form our mouths. This ventriloquistic phenomenon was at  first most irritating, but now warms us as we have come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time parts us, we pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch our face and whisper into our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your warms and gentle presence in our lives...for this, we will always be most thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mother, you inspire us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This is a letter I got a copy of from Murad that I wanted to pass on to my mother and all the mothers out there.  Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-104596797351221506?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/104596797351221506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=104596797351221506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/104596797351221506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/104596797351221506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-mom_20.html' title='Dear Mom'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1788177246204967176</id><published>2010-04-20T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:54:37.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;more of Murad's papers I had today in piles of stuff I'm going through now that it's tax time.&amp;nbsp; There are two poems here, one to Mothers that I'll post in May and the other to those who've died that I've posted below.&amp;nbsp; I had borrowed them from Murad to copy; it seems so ironic that they gave him strength several years ago when his mother died and they've surfaced in my possession now.&amp;nbsp; Ugh -- All these people we've already lost this year, it's such a challenge to cope with their disappearance from our lives.  I look forward to seeing them all again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Those I Love and Those Who Loved Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am gone, release me, let me go&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to see and do.&lt;br /&gt;You must not tie yourself to me with tears;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy that we had these precious years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave to you my love, you can only guess,&lt;br /&gt;How much you gave me in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the love you each have shown,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time I travelled on alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grieve a while for me if grieve you must,&lt;br /&gt;Then let your grief be comforted by trust.&lt;br /&gt;It's only for a while that we must part,&lt;br /&gt;So bless the memories within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be far away, for life goes on;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me, call and I will come,&lt;br /&gt;Though you can't see me or touch me, I'll be near,&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen with your heart, you will hear&lt;br /&gt;All of my love around you soft and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when you must come this way alone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll greet you with a smile and say welcome home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1788177246204967176?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1788177246204967176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1788177246204967176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1788177246204967176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1788177246204967176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-those-i-love.html' title='To Those I Love'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3677073401048089462</id><published>2010-04-08T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:28:14.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death is nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have only slipped away into the next room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am I and you are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever we were to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we are still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call me by my old familiar name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speak to me in the easy way you always used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put no difference into your tone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laugh as we always laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the little jokes we always enjoyed together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play, smile, think of me, pray for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let my name be ever the household word that it always was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it be spoken without effort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the ghost of a shadow in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life means all that it ever meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is the same as it ever was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is absolute unbroken continuity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is death but a negligible accident?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why should I be out of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I am out of sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am waiting for you for an interval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere very near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just around the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is past; nothing is lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One brief moment and all will be as it was before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3677073401048089462?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3677073401048089462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3677073401048089462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3677073401048089462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3677073401048089462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-is-nothing-at-all.html' title='Death is nothing at all'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-6588583556764983454</id><published>2010-03-26T11:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:14:20.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say No to Socialism</title><content type='html'>A day in the life of a Tea Partier/Teabagger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory. I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads built by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to send via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to a house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the local police department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and post on freerepublic.com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;These people are uninformed and dangerous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stolen from the web somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-6588583556764983454?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6588583556764983454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=6588583556764983454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6588583556764983454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6588583556764983454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-say-no-to-socialism.html' title='Just Say No to Socialism'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2386124998858807971</id><published>2010-03-11T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:41:37.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super funny</title><content type='html'>Erica Sigurdson is the woman who comments on the 'gaybashers' who fill the Davie Village streets in the summertime.  "This is our neighborhood, this is how we live.  We don't go to Surrey and read!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Erica Sigurdson, on being a Mom in Vancouver.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't have kids myself because I don't own enough yoga gear, that's the uniform for moms in this city - head-to-toe Lululemon - while buying organic baby food - because you have to have a free-range baby - and speaking sign language to their babies, all the while pushing their kids in strollers the size of Smart Cars.  How fast are you running with a baby that you need mountain bike tires and brakes?  Whenever I see a handbrake on a stroller, I lose my mind.  Why do you need a handbrake?  You get that you're pushing it - right? It doesn't even make sense.  We all know what happens when we slam on the brakes.  Let's say you're running around the Seawall with your baby and something dangerous happens and you try to stop by slamming on the brakes - you'd actually flip over the stroller, and the last thing you would see as you went down is your baby, flying into the Burrard Inlet signing "Help!".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2386124998858807971?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2386124998858807971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2386124998858807971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2386124998858807971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2386124998858807971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-funny.html' title='Super funny'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4952270613301023607</id><published>2010-03-08T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:05:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief</title><content type='html'>After initial SHOCK wears off, comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denial&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;bargaining&lt;br /&gt;depression&lt;br /&gt;acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now?  Probably wavering somewhere between depression and acceptance, depending on the day, my mood and what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to end up with a positive outcome, that Murad left me in better condition than when he first met me.  I'm trying to work through the grief ensuring that positive ends come from difficult, sad means.  I really want to respect his life by ensuring that the lessons I got from the way he did things and what he believed are activated and pursued by integrating them into my life as part of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone we meet comes into our lives for a reason and has some effect on us (and/or us on them).  We are meant to integrate these effects into our behaviour, personality and discourse in order that we continue to work towards our ultimate being and understanding of who we are and what our purpose is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4952270613301023607?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4952270613301023607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4952270613301023607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4952270613301023607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4952270613301023607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3628321007811859768</id><published>2010-03-03T11:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:25:02.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hummer, symbol of machismo, may be headed to graveyard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wayne Drash, CNN&lt;br /&gt;March 3, 2010 1:03 p.m. EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta, Georgia (CNN) -- Love it or hate it, the Hummer came to symbolize American might over the years -- tires the size of Texas, a chrome grill that looked primed to eat up wimpy cars in its path, and its drivers with egos to match their mammoth-mobiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the iconic vehicle -- a symbol for macho men like Arnold Schwarzenegger and ridiculed worldwide by environmentalists -- is headed toward the auto graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Motors last week announced the likely end of the Hummer after a deal with a Chinese automaker fell through. The news thrilled many who have protested the guzzler for years: Good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Hummer owners, the reaction remains mixed. Most mourn the impending death of their beloved behemoths but celebrate the fact that the Hummer won't be outsourced to China: &lt;em&gt;Whose harebrained idea was that anyway?! Ain't no Hummer meant to be made in China!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owners are hoping for a last-minute buyer to emerge before the Hummer joins the maligned Pinto in the scrapyard. GM has said it is trying to salvage the Hummer, setting May 1 as a deadline for other possible deals to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta la vista, Hummer A single sticky note, left on Russ Builta's 2005 Hummer, sums up the emotion stirred by the super-sized SUVs. "You are polluting our air and abusing our national resources," the unsigned note said. "And all because of greed and selfishness. You should be very ashamed of yourself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Builta, who served in the Marine Corps, still gets mad: "It was not even on recycled paper!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Builta installed a supercharger that gave his Hummer a whopping 600 horsepower. When he really mashed the pedal, it got 1 mile per gallon. "It would just move," he told CNN iReport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the HMMWV rolled off the AM General assembly line in Indiana on January 2, 1985, it represented a new breed of American military might and toughness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992, production of the civilian Hummer began, instantly creating a fraternity among owners of the SUV-on-growth hormone. They exchange photos of their trucks, chat over the Internet and plan for their next muddin' sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at tree huggers who give them the finger as they cruise down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to see it die," says iReporter Michael Tawdy of Tennessee, who owns a 2006 H3. "You can go anywhere you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my yin and yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hummer even shares its name with a sexual term. How many cars can stake that claim? And the vehicle became fodder for late-night comedians and Internet jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might be driving a Hummer," says one joke on a Web site devoted to the vehicle, "if you can't reach far enough to slap the person sitting in the passenger seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass-roots social justice group CodePink created an anti-Hummer campaign during the height of the Bush administration, including a Top Ten Reasons Not To Buy A Hummer. At the top of the list: "The Gas Mileage Alone Will Kill You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Paniaha of North Carolina gets speechless when talking about his chrome-and-gray-mobile. "I love my Hummer," he told iReport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one photo, he's leaning against his mud-caked Hummer, which looks like it just wallowed in a pigpen. "Trust me, these tree huggers in their Priuses. ... If a Prius hits me, I won't get hurt. They will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Winbush isn't your ordinary Hummer owner. A lover of his giant SUV, he also owns -- are you ready for this? -- a Toyota Prius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People think I'm kidding when I say I have both cars, but I do," said Winbush, an author and the director of the Institute for Urban Research at Morgan State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you combine my carbon footprint ... I don't feel real guilty about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resident of Baltimore, Maryland, he uses the Hummer to get through the East Coast's brutal winters. During last month's storm, which left the region under a couple of feet of snow, he helped get doctors and nurses to and from a hospital, thanks to his Hummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When winter ends, his machismo-meter goes down. He grabs his man purse and hops into his Prius. "My son calls it the nerd-mobile," he said. "I've had more people razz me about the Prius than I have the Hummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my yin and yang. I think they balance each other out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi Angotti of Texas is just the opposite. She wouldn't be caught dead in a Prius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the Texas chapter of Club Hummer Offroad, she's been driving her solar-flare metallic orange Hummer for three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I use it what it was built for -- off-roading and adventures -- and it has never let me down," she said. "I have met a great group of guys and girls, and we're like a big family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owners now have one more thing in common: They're sporting a likely collector's item. But Builta's the exception. He got rid of his Hummer. And he still misses it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3628321007811859768?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3628321007811859768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3628321007811859768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3628321007811859768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3628321007811859768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7002445368860924884</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:25:31.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S3mngfMAv3I/AAAAAAAAEaA/FacklOfn_TA/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438562201596116850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S3mngfMAv3I/AAAAAAAAEaA/FacklOfn_TA/s320/broken-heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite all the elation of Canada winning two medals yesterday and the gold that breaks the Canadian home-soil curse, I ended up spending a lot of hours just wandering around the Olympic sites and the seawall in reflection, not really motivated to join in on the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to see all the guys around the city heading home with bouquets of flowers knowing that I was the odd guy out...alone at Valentine's day, not by choice. I would sort of look like an outlier datapoint in a Venn Diagram...not in the 'couple' circle, but not in the 'single' one either; somewhere in a bubble not really connected to either of the two main groups. Sunday, Feb. 14 was the official one-month date since Murad died. Things are still very hard. I am distressed at how up-and-down I feel from day to day. There is no consistency in how I feel from hour to hour. I had a wonderful night out with our friends on Saturday night, but on Sunday I was moody and distant again. It's very weird. It's very easy for me to get myself out of social situations these days, which is very atypical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get into the excitement and spirit of the Olympic events yesterday. Once they started tooting all the patriotic 'I Believe' stuff after Bilodeau's win, I became upset even more since I knew how excited Murad was about the Olympics and how passionate he was about cheering for Canada. He had the full ensemble of Vancouver 2010 gear from the Olympic Superstore (only made crazier by his HBC discount!) and we were planning on attending lots of events together. Every time I see someone wearing his 2010 hat or the red 2010 t-shirt, it makes me think of him. We were going to be 'blue and green' wherever we went over the next couple of weeks. I wanted so much to go to some Olympic events with him and even though I have had the opportunity now to go to a few ticketed events, it just doesn't seem the same to go without him and I have, so far, turned down any offers to buy tickets to anything. It was the same as the Palm Springs trip...I was physically there, but not mentally. Nothing seems to feel as good as it should because Murad isn't there and I know how much more special each situation would be if he was. I keep imagining how much more happy I would be sharing all these experiences with him; a situation, or an event that is going on, and that with him not being there, the situation is muted, less colorful, less joyous. I guess this is all very normal, but it sure isn't very fun and it's not very consistent which makes it even more frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the couples yesterday walking the Seawall holding hands, arm in arm, in the restaurant windows....to express any emotional currency to anyone these days does not interest me...my self-confidence has been shattered as has my propensity to express anything emotional through that lack of confidence. Out of obligation I feel that I have to divest in certain situations, but I so don't really care that much right now to actually put a lot of effort into it. It really sucks as I love my friends and I love meeting new people, normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at Sunset Beach very close to Murad's apartment and sat on the logs on the beach for a while in the dark. I was within view of the beautifully-lit trees at the corner of Beach and Bidwell, which was one of our favorite spots, and under the floodlights of Vectorial Elevation. The water in English Bay was very calm. It was a nice spot to sit and think about the past two months and how they have changed my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually things will brighten. I mean, they have to, right? I know that right now I'm dwelling on things that were and might have been and not thinking about how things are. The shock is gone but the disbelief isn't. In time I will accept this new reality. In time I will get my bearings back and start getting comfortable approaching life as 'just me' again. I keep thinking that this has to happen soon for my own sanity, but it isn't happening quickly, and I have to accept that it takes some time to process all this through my tiny brain. I will be able to move on once I fully appreciate that Murad is no longer a part of my physical and emotional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I start to honestly think about this, it really feels like I'm starting all over again. I don't like this very much. It's like I might have just as well moved to Vancouver right now as opposed to almost ten months ago since I feels like I've undergone a reboot of my entire system over the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to Murad's gravesite after work again today to spend a few minutes with my Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone that had someone to celebrate Valentine's Day or the wins for Canada with did so to the fullest extent of love, passion, and emotion they could share with that person or group of people. It can all change so quickly; suddenly all that you take for granted and enjoy so much is gone and you're left standing dumbfounded amongst a bunch of shattered pieces of your life. 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defining Canada&lt;br /&gt;you might list some statistics&lt;br /&gt;you might mention our tallest building&lt;br /&gt;or biggest lake&lt;br /&gt;you might shake a tree in the fall&lt;br /&gt;and call a red leaf Canada&lt;br /&gt;you might rattle off some celebrities&lt;br /&gt;might mention Buffy Sainte-Marie&lt;br /&gt;might even mention the fact that we’ve got a few&lt;br /&gt;Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;or that we made these crazy things&lt;br /&gt;like zippers&lt;br /&gt;electric cars&lt;br /&gt;and washing machines&lt;br /&gt;when defining Canada&lt;br /&gt;it seems the world’s anthem has been&lt;br /&gt;” been there done that”&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that’s where we used to be at&lt;br /&gt;it’s true&lt;br /&gt;we’ve done and we’ve been&lt;br /&gt;we’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;all the great themes get swallowed up by the machine&lt;br /&gt;and turned into theme parks&lt;br /&gt;but when defining Canada&lt;br /&gt;don’t forget to mention that we have set sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not just fishing stories&lt;br /&gt;about the one that got away&lt;br /&gt;we do more than sit around and say “eh?”&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the home of the Rocket and the Great One&lt;br /&gt;who inspired little number nines&lt;br /&gt;and little number ninety-nines&lt;br /&gt;but we’re more than just hockey and fishing lines&lt;br /&gt;off of the rocky coast of the Maritimes&lt;br /&gt;and some say what defines us&lt;br /&gt;is something as simple as please and thank you&lt;br /&gt;and as for you’re welcome&lt;br /&gt;well we say that too&lt;br /&gt;but we are more&lt;br /&gt;than genteel or civilized&lt;br /&gt;we are an idea in the process&lt;br /&gt;of being realized&lt;br /&gt;we are young&lt;br /&gt;we are cultures strung together&lt;br /&gt;then woven into a tapestry&lt;br /&gt;and the design&lt;br /&gt;is what makes us more&lt;br /&gt;than the sum total of our history&lt;br /&gt;we are an experiment going right for a change&lt;br /&gt;with influences that range from a to zed&lt;br /&gt;and yes we say zed instead of zee&lt;br /&gt;we are the colours of Chinatown and the coffee of Little Italy&lt;br /&gt;we dream so big that there are those&lt;br /&gt;who would call our ambition an industry&lt;br /&gt;because we are more than sticky maple syrup and clean snow&lt;br /&gt;we do more than grow wheat and brew beer&lt;br /&gt;we are vineyards of good year after good year&lt;br /&gt;we reforest what we clear&lt;br /&gt;because we believe in generations beyond our own&lt;br /&gt;knowing now that so many of us&lt;br /&gt;have grown past what used to be&lt;br /&gt;we can stand here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with all the hope people have&lt;br /&gt;when they say things like “someday”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we’ll be great&lt;br /&gt;someday we’ll be this&lt;br /&gt;or that&lt;br /&gt;someday we’ll be at a point&lt;br /&gt;when someday was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and all of our aspirations will pay the way&lt;br /&gt;for those who on that day&lt;br /&gt;look towards tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and still they say someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will reach the goals we set&lt;br /&gt;and we will get interest on our inspiration&lt;br /&gt;because we are more than a nation of whale watchers and lumberjacks&lt;br /&gt;more than backpacks and hiking trails&lt;br /&gt;we are hammers and nails building bridges&lt;br /&gt;towards those who are willing to walk across&lt;br /&gt;we are the lost-and-found for all those who might find themselves at a loss&lt;br /&gt;we are not the see-through gloss or glamour&lt;br /&gt;of those who clamour for the failings of others&lt;br /&gt;we are fathers brothers sisters and mothers&lt;br /&gt;uncles and nephews aunts and nieces&lt;br /&gt;we are cousins&lt;br /&gt;we are found missing puzzle pieces&lt;br /&gt;we are families with room at the table for newcomers&lt;br /&gt;we are more than summers and winters&lt;br /&gt;more than on and off seasons&lt;br /&gt;we are the reasons people have for wanting to stay&lt;br /&gt;because we are more than what we say or do&lt;br /&gt;we live to get past what we go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and learn who we are&lt;br /&gt;we are students&lt;br /&gt;students who study the studiousness of studying&lt;br /&gt;so we know what as well as why&lt;br /&gt;we don’t have all the answers&lt;br /&gt;but we try&lt;br /&gt;and the effort is what makes us more&lt;br /&gt;we don’t all know what it is in life we’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;so keep exploring&lt;br /&gt;go far and wide&lt;br /&gt;or go inside but go deep&lt;br /&gt;go deep&lt;br /&gt;as if James Cameron was filming a sequel to The Abyss&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly there was this location scout&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure some way out&lt;br /&gt;to get inside you&lt;br /&gt;because you’ve been through hell and high water&lt;br /&gt;and you went deep&lt;br /&gt;keep exploring&lt;br /&gt;because we are more&lt;br /&gt;than a laundry list of things to do and places to see&lt;br /&gt;we are more than hills to ski&lt;br /&gt;or countryside ponds to skate&lt;br /&gt;we are the abandoned hesitation of all those who can’t wait&lt;br /&gt;we are first-rate greasy-spoon diners and healthy-living cafes&lt;br /&gt;a country that is all the ways you choose to live&lt;br /&gt;a land that can give you variety&lt;br /&gt;because we are choices&lt;br /&gt;we are millions upon millions of voices shouting&lt;br /&gt;” keep exploring… we are more”&lt;br /&gt;we are the surprise the world has in store for you&lt;br /&gt;it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada is the “what” in “what’s new?”&lt;br /&gt;so don’t say “been there done that”&lt;br /&gt;unless you’ve sat on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;while chalk artists draw still lifes&lt;br /&gt;on the concrete of a kid in the street&lt;br /&gt;beatboxing to Neil Young for fun&lt;br /&gt;don’t say you’ve been there done that&lt;br /&gt;unless you’ve been here doing it&lt;br /&gt;let this country be your first-aid kit&lt;br /&gt;for all the times you get sick of the same old same old&lt;br /&gt;let us be the story told to your friends&lt;br /&gt;and when that story ends&lt;br /&gt;leave chapters for the next time you’ll come back&lt;br /&gt;next time pack for all the things&lt;br /&gt;you didn’t pack for the first time&lt;br /&gt;but don’t let your luggage define your travels&lt;br /&gt;each life unravels differently&lt;br /&gt;and experiences are what make up&lt;br /&gt;the colours of our tapestry&lt;br /&gt;we are the true north&lt;br /&gt;strong and free&lt;br /&gt;and what’s more&lt;br /&gt;is that we didn’t just say it&lt;br /&gt;we made it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—–&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1631376782827727414?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1631376782827727414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1631376782827727414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1631376782827727414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1631376782827727414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-more.html' title='We Are More'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5345431928114083046</id><published>2010-02-03T23:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:02:42.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Sands</title><content type='html'>This morning was difficult.  I got to YVR at around 6:45 late late late and Westjet had already closed the gate for my flight to Palm Springs.  The check-in staff managed to get me through but I don't think they expected me to make the flight since I had to get through security and U.S. Customs and the flight was to begin boarding at 7:10.  Another testament to not bringing any carry-on crap...I was at the gate at around 7:20.  The flight was in the air at 7:50.  YVR is getting streamlined for some reason; good for them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got choked up a few times on the flight.  The original reason for a large part of this trip was planned as a recuperation trip for Murad once he got out of the hospital.  We had planned to hang out by the pool, check out the Palm Springs gondola and the shopping centers in Palm Springs and Palm Desert and some of the other sites such as Andreas Canyon and the Wind turbine tours.  I had a picture we took of us in our seats on our flight to Chicago in November that brought me to tears again.  It just seems to surreal to be doing this trip without him.  Now it's just a trip alone for me to try and catch a grip on my life again and lick my wounds.  I can't put into words how much I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a book called "Life After Loss" that my friend Neall gave me and quite often passages in it will choke me up.  Today I came upon part of the grief healing exercises where it suggests writing letters to your lost one at particular intervals over the first year of grieving and to read the letters regularly until you can do it without breaking down.  I think this is a great idea and will be an exercise I will begin attempting tomorrow.  I know most of what I want to say to him, but I want to be sure that I don't miss anything...I'm looking at this as being a one-time deal, as if he's only going to be able to hear me read it to him only once, therefore it needs to be as complete as possible.  I am planning more thoughtful (and not so sleep-deprived) hours at the pool tomorrow so this will be a good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am also planning on going to the El Paseo shopping district.  Tomorrow afternoon is the El Paseo Art Walk, I think it might be interesting to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will be a complete pool deck day before the Los Angeles crew shows up for the weekend in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something that's bothering me.  I went to Murad's gravesite last Friday evening before coming downtown after work.  The week after the funeral I had put two beautiful roses on his grave along with a picture of him with some writing on the back.  On Friday, one of the roses was gone.  It didn't blow away; there are other flowers there.  I'm not sure what to make of this and I'm trying to not let it bother me but it does cross my mind again from time to time.   There was no indication with what I left there who might have written the notes and put the picture and roses there, so I'm not sure why someone would take one of the roses?  First I thought that someone else in the cemetery needed a flower, thus took one from Murad's grave since there were two there, but that sounds kinda stupid.  Then I thought maybe someone thought having two there was 'inappropriate', thus removed one.  Maybe it was offensive to have two there?  I'm not sure.  I don't really understand this, but it kinda bugs me.  I think it's sort of insensitive, like someone is judging someone else's grieving process.  Sorry, I just needed to rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to bed.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5345431928114083046?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5345431928114083046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5345431928114083046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5345431928114083046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5345431928114083046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/02/warm-sands.html' title='Warm Sands'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8590794687734550371</id><published>2010-01-30T13:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:45:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ongoing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S2SqwWzfLGI/AAAAAAAAET0/lrkHdyh5Mx0/s1600-h/20100115+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S2SqwWzfLGI/AAAAAAAAET0/lrkHdyh5Mx0/s400/20100115+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432654798247636066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm throwing out the last of the bereavement floral arrangements...an action that's yanking me back into tears again.  I'm making one last combo arrangement out of all the hardy survivors that still look lively that will probably last another week or so.  One happy thing though is that I've saved and dried every rose Murad gave me.  I now have a full container of pre-pot pourri fodder that will give me another subtle reminder of what I loved and lost everytime I walk into my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8590794687734550371?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8590794687734550371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8590794687734550371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8590794687734550371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8590794687734550371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ongoing.html' title='Ongoing'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S2SqwWzfLGI/AAAAAAAAET0/lrkHdyh5Mx0/s72-c/20100115+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5837455906768331743</id><published>2010-01-28T14:09:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:43:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perception of perspectives</title><content type='html'>It's weird how a few days can change everything in your life.  Sunday January 10th was one of the best days in recent memory.  Wednesday January 13th was the worst day of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Sunday, Murad was feeling down both physically and emotionally, so I gladly spent a relaxing day snoozing and cuddling with him in his hospital bed, giving him a massage, watching movies and talking.  It was a wonderful day that made us both happy. He had lost his appetite again so fed me his hospital food when it came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His condition didn't change much on Monday, but on Tuesday Murad turned yellow as his liver started to shut down and the medical staff suddenly became a lot more alarmed about his condition.  He began to get disoriented (originally attributed to his dosages of Delotid painkillers and the effects of his non-functioning liver).  I spent the night with him in his room on Tuesday night, but was so distraught by his pain and wandering around the room plus the stress of still trying to make appearances at work, I had to leave the hospital in tears around 4am in order to get a few hours of sleep.  I was back at his side at 8am, alarmed that things had taken such a sudden turn for the worse.  It was at this time we discovered he was no longer producing urine, and his kidneys we no longer functioning. I decided not to go into work until his catheter was replaced (they were trying to eliminate the possibility that something had become blocked) and his bone marrow biopsy was done.  His sister Anissa was back from Miami so she sat with him during the afternoon while I went into work around 2pm for a few hours in the afternoon.  I was back at the hospital by 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 5pm to midnight on Wednesday, I could only watch as my lover fell apart before my eyes, powerless and angry that I could do nothing for him but hug him, hold his hands, caress his head and try to comfort him.  At the time I couldn't conceive that this would be our last day together.  In the evening he was in so much distress, all I could do was support him while he tried to stand up and sit down to relieve his pain.  We had several long long hugs.  I was very upset that he had broken into a cold sweat and was becoming more visibly distressed by the hour while trying to swat off the lab rats who were showing up in the hospital room what seemed every 15 minutes for more blood samples from a body that had no more blood to give.  I didn't realize it at the time but I think he knew he didn't have much time and was hugging me goodbye.  Just before he was wheeled down to ICU we gave each other one last long look.  It was going to be the last time I ever saw him as living Murad, the person I loved. He was no longer able to communicate verbally but we could tell what the other was thinking by what the eyes were saying.  He was very scared, so was I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to figure out what Murad was thinking at that moment - was he scared because he knew he was going to die?  Was he scared because the future was uncertain?  Was he distressed, mentally impaired, or overly disoriented by that time?  As someone pointed out to me later, maybe he was scared because he realized he was going to lose me and everything else that had meaning to him in this world?  Maybe all of these crossed his mind at the same time which would seem a reasonable assumption.  The speculation will haunt me forever without any answers, obviously, but I will never ever forget that final look in his eyes as he looked at me for the last time.  It was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors came out of ICU around 2am and told us that Murad had basically quit breathing on his own.  There was a strong possibility of brain and heart damage.  When we got into ICU to see him at 2:30am, he was completely hooked up to machines and unconscious.  His open eyes had broken blood vessels in them, and there was one tear rolling down his face...something I remember vividly.  The machines were breathing for him, his body would shudder with each inhalation/exhalation cycle of the respirator.  I went into complete shock after realization of the gravity of the situation hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, the day he died, was physically more upsetting than mentally.  I was so distraught and sleep-deprived by Thursday morning that when the call came from the SPH social worker at 8:30am stating that Murad had only hours or minutes to live, I already knew he wasn't going to survive the day.  Reality hit me as I collapsed into a pile or tears on my apartment couch while trying to get ready to head to the hospital for one last day. I made the difficult call to Doug and Ian to meet me at ICU as soon as they could.  I had wanted to spend the night in the ICU waiting room but the family convinced me to go home since there was nothing more I could do for him.  We still dropped his belongings at his apartment on the way home at 3am; I was still convinced that I would be going back there to pick them up for him soon once he was out of ICU again.  I was still prepared to be by his side no matter what shape he was in once he got out of this situation.  How quickly the perspective changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't under the influence of any drugs at this time but was unconscious.  His eyes were closed.  We took turns talking to him.  I rubbed and scratched his head over and over again.  He was so cold.  His sister Tasnim sang to him after she arrived in the morning, and his falling heartrate sped up for a period of time after she would sing to him.  Bastions of family members shuffled by his bedside paying their last respects to him.  I'm not sure how much of all of this he was able to sense.  Many still prayed for a miracle.  I was willing to try &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; to save Murad, so I prayed along with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad died at 3:35pm while the family and I were in conference with the ICU medical staff.  His blood pressure had fallen so low there was no way his body was going to be able to maintain itself.  He was so full of toxins from his faltering kidneys and liver the dialysis machine he was hooked up to couldn't keep up.  His father and sister had only arrived at the hospital less than an hour before.  Doug and Ian were at his bedside when his heart stopped.  They told him that none of us wanted to see him go, but if he was ready that would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sort of in a fog ever since.  It's been two weeks since he died and a week ago yesterday was the funeral.  I've been out to the cemetery three times in the past week (it's only a 15 minute walk from my office), and helping to clean out his apartment four of the last seven nights.  It was difficult to move all of his stuff out and do the final checkout on his apartment....last night was the last time I'll ever be at his place.  But I am glad that his friends got to claim the best of his clothing and belongings....his fabulousness will transcend his physical self when others are spotted wearing his bold styles and marvellous footwear!  I'm also glad that almost all of his furniture will be used by a new immigrant family from Kenya to set themselves up in Vancouver.  I managed to hold onto some of his boldest outfits -- the ones that personify Murad most elegantly, IMO, in addition to a few of his favorite pieces of art.  Unfortunately we never got to find a good home for his bed and futon, we simply ran out of time.  Hmm, running out of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed over the past few days I haven't cried as much as a week ago and I'm starting to feel a bit more level.  I still feel such a huge chunk missing from my whole and I haven't quite figured out how to even go about starting to mend it, and I also haven't had much energy or incentive to do much else than drag my ass into work this week and spend the evenings at home on the couch, just thinking and looking at pictures.  I've felt the need to talk to others but not the initiative to pick up the phone.  Why would I burden people with no vested interest with such upsetting conversation?  Why would anyone want to listen?  Why would I want to repeat myself over and over again?  Typical thought from last week...."I can't call anyone right now, it's 1am and I'm collapsed on the couch but everyone's asleep."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't someone call?  Guh.  What's the point?  I've barely replied back to anyone.  There were so many that called and wrote; I just couldn't muster the energy to respond.  A week or so ago, all the people that tried to contact me was overwhelming and I couldn't cope with it.  Now, no one's trying to contact me and I feel completely alone.  This death thing is very strange and complicated, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been sick basically since the beginning of December and I know at the time I was angry, frustrated and upset that the holidays, my birthday, and New Years were going to be ruined because Murad was in the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of his pain and stress, he hosted an amazing birthday party for me on December 18th, the same evening the blood vessels in his skin irritated and rashed and only three days before he was admitted into the hospital for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my imminent selfishness I was angry that he was going to be in the hospital for the holidays -- all those great plans quashed for this year.  Of course, I put on my best face and spent as much time at the hospital as I could.  I know this situation completely and utterly sucked for him and in addition to being physically sick, he was also mentally stressed and I wanted to make him feel as comfortable as possible.  He kept apologizing again and again and again to me for what he was putting me through....I can't even imagine how he felt, despite my reassurances that nothing mattered more than him recovering and getting the hell out of the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with him was all that mattered despite the impact it might have on me.  There were moments when I felt I couldn't cope with the burden of caring for him in the hospital as his entire family was in Florida for the holidays.  At one point I asked him to have someone cut their holiday short and come back to help with what was going on.  I went back the next day and apologized for being so selfish.  He and I could do this together.  If only I knew then what I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's eve, despondent that I was going to be spending my birthday and the New Year's celebration with Murad at the hospital, I came into the ward in the evening after work to discover two dozen red roses there that Murad had arranged to have delivered to the hospital for me.  His niece had arranged the drop off but had forgotten to bring a card to attach to the vase.  Murad, in his typical creative form, fashioned something to write on by using a strip of medical tape to attach to the vase.  On it, he wrote, "Bubu you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.  Happy birthday. Love your Mumu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this being a horrible couple of months, my perspective of the hospital time has changed a lot after everything has unfolded the way it did.  Instead of looking at at those three weeks in the hospital as a regrettable experience, I am now looking at it as a very special moment in time, a unique opportunity to spend uninterrupted time with this remarkable man that I fell in love with.  It was during the holidays; nothing was open, there was no one around, there were no distractions.  There were several days between Christmas Eve and New Years when Murad was very unwell and in ICU (25th-28th) that I spent 16 or 17 hours at the hospital with him each day.  I will remember those days forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through some of the stuff I'm reading (god knows my friends that have lost lovers or spouses have been an essential source of help for me to date), I've realized that grieving is the last act of love we have to give those who have died. It seems so final and dramatic, and certainly all that has happened is, I guess, both.  I've been very sad the past couple of weeks, but I know that I will/must grieve positively because it is the best and only acceptable way for me to honor an amazing man who gave me so much in so short a time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going through a his stuff at his apartment with his sister and niece a week ago, I looked through a bunch of his old photos from the 90s and earlier part of this decade and fascinated at his life.  I said to his sister Nafisa, "I'm so jealous that you got to witness Murad's life...I only knew of his last year and I wish that I knew the whole man.  We met so late.  I only wish I had had more time."&lt;br /&gt;She replied by saying, "You know what Reid?  We're jealous of you.  You got share his life with him for a short time, spending the past six months with him and the last three weeks in the hospital with him.  You got to share his final days, something that the rest of us wish we had but only you had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafisa's response gave me a moment of clarity.  We can wish and hope all we want, but all that really matters is the now.  Things can change in an instant and if you don't say and do the things you want to say and do today, you may not get the opportunity tomorrow.  Funny how perspectives can change so quickly, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to shut myself off from the world that continues outside unabated but it's hard.  For the first time in my life, I opened myself up completely to someone.  For different reasons, I believe we were both at a point in our lives where we were open to any experiences and possibilities, and were prepared to make ourselves vulnerable in order to find love.  It is something that I'd never done to such a degree before and it was quite the experience.  Who knew you had to make your self susceptible in order to let someone in?  What a concept!  I am devastated by the fact that I exposed myself so fully to someone in such a short time, completely assured that we would have all the time in the world to grow on our knowledge of ourselves and the lessons we would learn...and then he disappeared forever.  Now that's all gone.  I still can't believe it.  It doesn't seem real.  It certainly doesn't feel the least bit fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I am trying to approach this in a more constructive way.  Even though I only had six months with Murad, the lessons he taught me about love, life and the strength and fragility of both are things that I will have with me for the rest of my life.  I am working to integrate these into my being...the worst thing I could do is to ignore or forget these things and live life as if I never learned a these important lessons from this wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe it was fate that I met Murad - we had things to teach each other, and we had an intense love to share with each other.  We were both open up to the possibilities at the right time.  It was a marvellous six months that I will treasure forever.  I will eventually get over the fact that it's gone now and respect the experience for what it was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5837455906768331743?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5837455906768331743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5837455906768331743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5837455906768331743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5837455906768331743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/perception-of-perspectives.html' title='The perception of perspectives'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1482611723170041208</id><published>2010-01-21T14:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:01:23.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of Murad</title><content type='html'>My heart is broken that our time together was cut short but I thank the higher power that the Friday night in July when I met Murad we were in the right place at the same time.  He gave me so much passion and love in only six months.  The intensity of our relationship was overwhelming at times but always left me wanting more.  I believed we had lots of time to channel our energy into something incredible and I hesitated at times at the start to jump in completely.  I think Murad knew his time here was limited therefore tried to live and love as much as he could as often as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was profoundly loved and he knows he was too.  Not just from me, but from everyone he touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 'heated debate' was always ended with Murad saying, "this is a package deal, take it or leave it".  I was amazed how unapologetic he was for who he was and what he was passionate about.  It is one of the things I loved about him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad was a bright light in a dark room - you had to squint to look at him directly, he was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; shiny - and he illuminated everything and everyone around him in a wonderful glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I had the fortune to connect with a soulmate.  I was even luckier that he was one of the oldest souls one could ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of interest, I googled the key signs of an old soul.  How many of these described Murad?  I think pretty much all of them.&lt;br /&gt;*giving and caring, often putting others first.&lt;br /&gt;*having a difficult romantic life often with much pain and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;*more than likely to have a soulmate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;*things just seeming to happen to him and around him, often becoming very dramatic through the seemingly extreme reactions of others.&lt;br /&gt;*events repeating themselves.&lt;br /&gt;*having trouble connecting with family.&lt;br /&gt;*somehow knowing he's different.&lt;br /&gt;*having some psychic intuition and just 'knowing things'.&lt;br /&gt;*finding that he has deeper emotions and passions than most people.&lt;br /&gt;*people having extreme reactions to him - some just adoring him and some seeming to dislike him yet he behaves the same to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;*having an inner creative passion.&lt;br /&gt;*suffering lots of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;*often being perceived wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;*feeling he doesn't have much free will, like life is being controlled by some outside force.&lt;br /&gt;*often feeling 'stuck' like events keep on happening time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of all of our souls through their many lives is one of growth and learning, from a young soul focused on material things, power, ego and the 'now', to the old soul's higher levels of compassion, truth, destiny, caring, and fairness.  Murad's soul was certainly an experienced one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason soulmates have to part is so that the less developed one catches up with spiritual awakening, connection to his real soul age, and to reconnect with their soulmate to continue the journey at the same level sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad taught me so much; how to be vulnerable, how to be resilient, how to be loved, how happiness can be achieved by making those around you happy as well, how to accept that many things are out of our control.  He was the oldest of souls.  I was so fortunate to have met my soulmatein this existence albeit briefly, have a crazy exchange of new experiences, knowledge and lessons in preparation for the next time we meet.  I've never felt so loved in my life and I've never loved anyone so much before.  It was destiny that we met and had this incredible journey together.  I know he's out there somewhere making other souls look beautiful, surrounding himself with joy and colour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the higher power bless you MuMu.  I will never forget you, the lessons you taught me, the experiences and emotions you opened me up to, and I look forward to the next time we see each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1482611723170041208?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1482611723170041208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1482611723170041208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1482611723170041208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1482611723170041208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/celebration-of-murad.html' title='Celebration of Murad'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2541718924808190275</id><published>2010-01-18T11:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:04:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murad-ali Hassam Oct. 2 1966 - Jan. 14 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S1DvUUVZ4yI/AAAAAAAAETE/Q_QUHDFZMjM/s1600-h/IMGP2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S1DvUUVZ4yI/AAAAAAAAETE/Q_QUHDFZMjM/s400/IMGP2317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427100683316355874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MuMu didn't make it out of ICU and passed on Thursday afternoon.  As most of you know he was in the hospital since December 22nd but had been appearing to improve until a sudden downturn in his condition at the end of the past weekend increased in severity and graveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a shock and frustrating that our storybook together which just got started will now not get written but I feel so blessed to have met such a remarkable man who impacted my life in so many ways for such a brief intense period.  I take solace in knowing he's not in pain anymore and reunited with his mom which he wanted more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have such a wonderful network of family and friends.  You truly know what matters in life during times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be offline for awhile.  Thank you everyone for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2541718924808190275?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2541718924808190275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2541718924808190275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2541718924808190275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2541718924808190275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/murad-hassam-1966-2010.html' title='Murad-ali Hassam Oct. 2 1966 - Jan. 14 2010'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/S1DvUUVZ4yI/AAAAAAAAETE/Q_QUHDFZMjM/s72-c/IMGP2317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-9997674694485816</id><published>2010-01-05T14:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:19:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Naked airport scanners to be installed in 11 airports within two months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jim Bronskill, The Canadian Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTTAWA - The government plans to install dozens of scanners that can see through the clothes of travellers in airports across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport Minister John Baird will announce plans today to install the machines in 11 airports within two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An insider has told The Canadian Press that a total of about 45 scanners, which cost $200,000 apiece, will eventually be in place around Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the machines will turn up in cities including Toronto, Montreal, Ottawa and Vancouver, the source said on condition of anonymity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move follows an apparent attempt by a Nigerian man to blow up a jetliner over Michigan by igniting explosives sewn into his underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system, tested in British Columbia at the Kelowna airport, can enable a screening officer to see whether someone is carrying explosives or other dangerous items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week officials said there were no plans to speed up consideration of the long-discussed scanners in light of the near-disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the government, under pressure to respond to the dramatic U.S. incident, has decided to make the multimillion-dollar purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal has stirred controversy because the scanner produces a three-dimensional outline of a person's naked body - prompting some to denounce the process as a virtual strip search. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system received the blessing of the federal privacy czar in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the plan approved by the privacy chief, the officer would view the image in a separate room and never see the actual traveller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people singled out for extra screening would be scanned, and they would have the option of getting a physical pat-down instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Bernier, the assistant federal privacy commissioner, told a conference the holographic image generated by the scanner makes it difficult to identify the traveller's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You would not know who it is, even if you knew the person was in line," she said at the annual meeting of the Canadian Association for Security and Intelligence Studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the image would be deleted the moment the person leaves the screening portal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In our view, these privacy safeguards meet the test for the proper reconciliation of public safety and privacy," Bernier said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scanners are already in use at airports in cities including Amsterdam, Moscow and Phoenix. They are also found in the high-security "green zone" of Baghdad and at some U.S. courthouses and prisons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernier added that the Canadian Air Transport Security Authority had done thorough threat assessments that revealed a need to search passengers for weapons that might elude a conventional metal detector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The privacy commissioner's office recommends a public education campaign to explain the machines, and says minors would be scanned only with the consent of guardians accompanying them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air security authority says the low-level radio frequency wave emitted by the body scanner meets Canadian health-and-safety standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'm not so concerned about the privacy issues as the cost.  So this will tag an additional $10 million or so onto the Airport Fees, in addition to whatever fuel surcharges we will endure in 2010.  So, when is even marginally acceptable train service going to provide us with a viable option to air travel?  We're stuck over a barrel, again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-9997674694485816?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/9997674694485816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=9997674694485816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/9997674694485816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/9997674694485816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-train.html' title='Take the Train'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1311008842076244150</id><published>2010-01-04T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:17:24.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economy of Nothing</title><content type='html'>Service economy...what a crock.  What does that mean exactly?  How can you call your economy a legitimate one when you produce nothing of value?  Service generation.  What are you servicing, who are you servicing?  How are they getting these goods and services that you are servicing?  It's all about debt and globalization.  We used to have the stratification and industrial base here, local and tangible, but now all the heavy lifting has been sent to China and India.  What are we left with here?  &lt;em&gt;The industry of debt creation and management&lt;/em&gt;.  Strange ideas, strange days.  Everyone's okay with all of this bullshit, that's what perplexes me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the labor economists at Harvard and BLS certainly are stuck inside their respective boxes. NPR reports the new jobs for the new decade:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122123729&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 according to these dim bulbs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Registered nurses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Home health aids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Customer service representatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Food preparation and serving workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Personal and home care aides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Retail salespersons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Office clerks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Accountants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nursing aides, orderlies and attendants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Postsecondary teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to make things, nobody growing anything.  It's all very surreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1311008842076244150?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1311008842076244150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1311008842076244150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1311008842076244150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1311008842076244150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/economy-of-nothing.html' title='The Economy of Nothing'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2973130135803563749</id><published>2010-01-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:24:56.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New World Order | Front Porch Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=7782."&gt;New World Order | Front Porch Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2973130135803563749?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.frontporchrepublic.com/?p=7782.' title='New World Order | Front Porch Republic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2973130135803563749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2973130135803563749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2973130135803563749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2973130135803563749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-world-order-front-porch-republic.html' title='New World Order | Front Porch Republic'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7887226624058747195</id><published>2009-12-23T13:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:25:47.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penance</title><content type='html'>It is disturbing how this year and decade has been ending on such a sour note for so many people.  My partner was admitted into the hospital yesterday and will be spending Christmas there.  I left the hospital yesterday evening and was running to our apartments picking stuff up and dropping stuff off when I ran into our friends D and I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a quick bit of sushi with them and gave them the update on what has been going on.  They had several incredibly disturbing stories from the weekend they had to share as well.  D is convinced that The Higher Power is kicking us all in the ass right now as penance for our excess, selfishness and lack of stewardship over the past ten years.  I can only hope that we will act more mature in the next ten and 2019 ends on a high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having a blue Christmas, stay positive and appreciate the wonderful things in you have in your life.  They are fragile and precious; just realize how things can flip topsy-turvy on you in a moment and those things can be gone.  Nothing is more important than family and friends.  Let them know at this time how special and impactful they are on your life.  Appreciate all that you've accomplished and the things you've been able to do and experience that so many other people in the world have never nor ever will have the opportunity to do, see and feel.  We're so very blessed in the developed world and most of the time don't even stop to marvel at how bloody lucky we are that we were born to the right people at the right place at the right time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for my M.  I love him so much and my only wish for Christmas is for him to get better soon and come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7887226624058747195?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7887226624058747195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7887226624058747195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7887226624058747195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7887226624058747195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/12/penance.html' title='Penance'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5785378079759435498</id><published>2009-12-18T12:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:38:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!  It's the "Top 10 Best/Worst (insert topic) of (insert year)" time again!!</title><content type='html'>Gods, how I hate the incessant need to do end-of-year compilations of the 'best of' by so-called 'experts' in so-called 'disciplines'.  Especially in the arts.  I mean, how big of an attention-whore are you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a loser and I watch movies/game/listen to music 25 hours a day, therefore I have a duty to inform you, oh, of the untalented, film-school dropout/carpal tunnel/tone-deaf horde, what was the best and worst of this year.  I am divine, I am god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- umm, it's quite likely your opinion has always sucked, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on...movies, music, performing arts, quotations, celebrity scandals, world events, political moments, sports, and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what?  You have tastes and opinions, I have taste and opinions.  You may or may not agree with me and I may or may not agree with you.  Leave it at that, and shut up. I'll continue to enjoy my personal best of/worst of without an influence from you and your ilk, with this egotistical need to tell me what's right/wrong with what I like and what interests me.  You're an idiot and insulting to my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's my top 10 of 2009.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5785378079759435498?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5785378079759435498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5785378079759435498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5785378079759435498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5785378079759435498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-no-its-top-10-bestworst-of-time.html' title='Oh no!  It&apos;s the &quot;Top 10 Best/Worst (insert topic) of (insert year)&quot; time again!!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5104633699503532225</id><published>2009-12-15T13:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:39:00.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOMED! DOOOOOMED!</title><content type='html'>What a joke.  Meh, we had a good run...hopefully the next iteration of dominant species on the planet has a more intelligent go of it....in another 50 million years or so when the oil reserves are replenished with the remnants of industrial human society -- oh, the irony! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Recent polls have shown that belief in global warming is waning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, Cardiff University found an increasing number of Britons are becoming more sceptical about climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It found that 29 per cent believe the threat has been exaggerated – compared to just 15 per cent five years ago. One in five are hardened sceptics who believe manmade global warming is a myth. In the U.S. polls have shown that nearly half of Americans no longer believe in global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 57 per cent of Americans agree that world temperatures are rising, while just one in three believes humans are causing climate change, the survey carried out by the Pew Research Centre based in Washington showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Kohut, director of the think tank, said: ‘The priority given to environmental concerns and other issues is down because of the economy and the focus on other things.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying bets nothing definitive will come out of Copenhagen, which means it'll be another 10 or 15 years before the collective get together again for two weeks of chattering, wining and dining.  Canada couldn't even come close to keeping gas levels at Kyoto Protocol-agreed levels (we're, like, 26% above 1990 levels or something when we are supposed to be at -5% levels or something???).  There has been no dispute in the belief among climate science and bio-systems academic circles for a decade now that anthropomorphic climate change is real and that temperatures are rising. Yet, here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bunch of maroons...we deserve everything we get.  As with everyone else, I'm planning to burn up as much as I possibly can now before it's unaffordable and I have to start growing gardens of food by hand again.  Sooner it's gone the better...let's get this shitshow on the road.  Laissez les bons temps rouler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5104633699503532225?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5104633699503532225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5104633699503532225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5104633699503532225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5104633699503532225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/12/doomed-dooooomed.html' title='DOOMED! DOOOOOMED!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3042932430678421876</id><published>2009-12-08T10:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:41:16.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ClimateGate and perspectives on scientific method, Or, What, me worry???</title><content type='html'>Exerpt from &lt;a href="http://kunstler.com/blog/2009/12/climate-oil-war-and-money.html"&gt;"Climate, Oil, War and Money"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Against a greater welter and flow of incoherence jerking the nation this way and that way en route to collapse comes "ClimateGate," the latest excuse for screaming knuckleheads to defend what has already been lost. It is also yet another distraction from the emergency agenda that the United States faces - namely the urgent re-scaling, re-localizing, and de-globalizing of our daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;     What seems to be at stake for the knuckleheads is their identity, their idea of what it means to be an American, which boils down to being an organism so specially blessed and entitled that it is excused from paying attention to reality. There were no doubt plenty of counterparts among the Mayans when the weather changed and their crops failed, and certainly the Romans had their share of identity psychotics who doubted reality even when Alaric the Visigoth was hoisting off their household treasure."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response by cougar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabrication involved in ClimateGate is that there is a ClimateGate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about the process of deciding what papers would be included in the IPCC report, and on what grounds they might not be. Some were marked for non-inclusion because they would be taken out of context by the deny-o-sphere to damage the IPCC report as a whole. The papers were eventually included anyway but that there was ever a discussion on the topic is illustrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate scientists have been badly burned by the professional deny-o-sphere and the corporate and government demagogues they serve. Climate scientists are now gun-shy. They see their work and their reputations dragged over broken glass for the profit of a few. It happened with the tobacco "debate" and it's happening again with climate research, and we all know how this movie ends and nobody likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate scientists would need to be insane to *happily* continue to leave themselves open to random and baseless attacks simply because their observations and recommendations run contrary to the will of the majority. They continue to do so only because they are compelled. That compulsion ought to count for something, but clearly it does not, and they will continue to be slaughtered in the press for simply saying what is true within the context of climate research and their growing understanding of how the universe operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On honest reflection it might be that science is even dead, killed at the altar of corporate profits and mindless BAU, and has been for a long time. If so, then so be it. I say this as a scientist myself. If my practice is destroyed, I can do other things. Actually I can survive just fine as I have many fine skills outside investigations and data analysis. The goal of science always was to inform the interactions between humankind and the universe, but if that is no longer valued and is seen even as suspect or fraudulent... then we can probably do without it. Perhaps we have learned all we will ever know about the universe and anything more is too much information. The world used to be simpler and people lived and died (and suffered) without knowing why things were the way they were. Maybe that was a good thing. When troubles mount the people can turn to religion and mob violence -- as always they did before -- and over time reduce to a period reminiscent of the Middle Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably fine, and in any case may be inevitable. I don't think I can allow myself to have a problem with that if that is how the majority of the people want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but destroying climate science won't automagically restore gasoline supplies at $.17 a gallon. Everyone needs to understand that going back means having less, or even having nothing. But in fairness most won't know where the oil disappeared to, why the climate is changing, why they have less security this year than least year (every single year) or why much of anything else is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they'll be happier for not knowing. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't pretend to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cougar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response from Keithishere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have gone from morons to knuckleheads but I'm thinking JK's clueless is the most appropriate moniker of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the old time faithful who would be proud to wear a 'peaker' T-shirt but I would seriously think twice about taking the effort to put one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares because there is no benefit in accepting reality. People believe what they want to and in what benefits them. They don't care about what is really true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring about truth and caring about others outside ones own tribe are acquired skills. It really is too much to expect clueless knucklehead morons to accept reality unless it feels good to them or something else is in it for them. To expect more from uneducated cheese-puff munching masses and their cheerleaders is irrational and ignores human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the sky falling all we wish, it won't matter to a knucklehead until he/she gets hit on the head with a big chunk of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is out there and has been for years now. History is proving that people won't look for or accept inconvenient truths until they have suffered personal negative consequences. This is a truth that playing out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate change is an inconvenient truth but it pales next to the inconvenient truth of resource depletion and it's inevitable consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knuckleheads won't accept reality until a die-off is well under way. But it won't matter then if climate change is true or not. All a good knucklehead will be caring about are selfish needs and survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be so inconvenient but its not a matter of clarification explanation or persuasion. You can lead a knucklehead to the waters of knowledge but you can't make him think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were not so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3042932430678421876?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3042932430678421876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3042932430678421876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3042932430678421876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3042932430678421876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/12/climategate-and-perspectives-on.html' title='ClimateGate and perspectives on scientific method, Or, What, me worry???'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5388514431138675391</id><published>2009-12-07T10:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:30:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemmings</title><content type='html'>As much as I'd like to rant right now about my first two weeks dealing with Translink and public transit in general, I'd like to rant instead about the lemmings that use the system every day.  Despite all intentions to maintain a civil society, some units in the machine will do anything (or maybe that should be 'do nothing'?) to ensure we can demonstrate having no intelligence whatsoever as a group.  There is no better place for us to collectively look like morons more than on public transit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Broadway-Commercial interchange on the Skytrain system is wicked enough just the way it is...a complete bottleneck, however the eastbound Millennium Line train causes even more problems when it doesn't come.  Twice in the past week, the service has knocked out a couple of trains heading eastbound.  Of course, the ones that did come from VCC-Clark were only double cars.  By that time, the crowd has ballooned in size to double what it should be as the train comes on its 15-minute interval so everyone is sardined in the cabs once loaded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, several test trains came through and announcements on the intercom very clearly stated that the next trains were out of service trains and shouldn't be boarded.  What happens?  The trains arrive, and EVERYONE clamours on!  Once on, the soothing intercom voice says once again, "this is an out of service train, please get off".  Everyone gets off again, completely packed against the yellow security lines waiting for the next operational train.  Then one comes, and the Voice of Reason comes on the intercom again, "there is another train immediately after this one", and should have continued, "...so there is no reason for everyone to pack on the first train".  No matter, everyone packs on the train anyways, apparently overjoyed about the prospect of rubbing up against all the other lemmings packed into the cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful example of our lemmingness.  And it was almost as fun as my transit party at the corner of Hastings and Willingdon on Friday evening, but that's another rant for another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5388514431138675391?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5388514431138675391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5388514431138675391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5388514431138675391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5388514431138675391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/12/lemmings.html' title='Lemmings'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-109627873641173616</id><published>2009-11-23T14:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:02:22.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theoretical Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"IF YOU LOCK THREE ECONOMISTS IN THE BASEMENT, THEY WON'T WORRY ABOUT STARVING - BECAUSE THEY THEY KNOW THEIR GRUMBLING BELLIES WILL CAUSE SANDWICHES TO APPEAR."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chris Martenson, 2009 ASPO Conference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-109627873641173616?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/109627873641173616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=109627873641173616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/109627873641173616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/109627873641173616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/11/theoretical-truth.html' title='The Theoretical Truth'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8382454889567094079</id><published>2009-10-24T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:10:08.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Everyone In Canada Lives In An Igloo</title><content type='html'>Now that Vancouver has won the chance to host the 2010 Winter Olympics, these are some questions people from all over the world are asking. Believe it or not these questions about Canada were posted on an International Tourism Website. Obviously the answers are a joke; but the questions were really asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:I have never seen it warm on Canadian TV, so how do the plants grow?(England)&lt;br /&gt;A. We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around and watch them die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Will I be able to see Polar Bears in the street? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends on how much you've been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto-can I follow the Railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, it's only Four thousand miles, take lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Canada? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there any ATM's (cash machines) in Canada? Can you send me a list of them&lt;br /&gt;in Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton and Halifax? (England)&lt;br /&gt;A: What, did your last slave die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Canada? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Ca-na-da is that big&lt;br /&gt;country to your North...oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in&lt;br /&gt;Calgary. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Which direction is North in Canada? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees Contact us when you get here and we'll&lt;br /&gt;send the rest of the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I bring cutlery into Canada?(England)&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-t ri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Vancouver and in Calgary,&lt;br /&gt;straight after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have perfume in Canada? (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, WE don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Where can I&lt;br /&gt;sell it in Canada?(USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in British Columbia where the female population&lt;br /&gt;is smaller than the male population? (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Canada? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Only at Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Toronto and is milk available all year round?(Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of Vegan hunter/gathers. Milk is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Canada, but I forget its name. It's a&lt;br /&gt;kind of big horse with horns. (USA )&lt;br /&gt;A: It's called a Moose. They are tall and very violent, eating the brains of anyone&lt;br /&gt;walking close to them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine&lt;br /&gt;before you go out walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but you will have to learn it first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Love this collection. Thanks Mali Na! ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8382454889567094079?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8382454889567094079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8382454889567094079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8382454889567094079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8382454889567094079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-everyone-in-canada-lives-in.html' title='Because Everyone In Canada Lives In An Igloo'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2847384492994348549</id><published>2009-09-16T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:31:34.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crapola!</title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I posted here - for multiple reasons (or excuses) - including, um, summer, boys, travel, focusing on the other blogs and Facebook instead, summer, boys, travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skitted home for a week at the end of June for my mom and dad's 40th wedding anniversary just as the heat wave was warming up in BC, jumped to Montreal for August long weekend just as the heat wave peaked and British Columbia was seemingly entirely on fire, and just got back from a long weekend in Los Angeles visiting friends during a party weekend event over yet-another-missed-in-Vancouver long weekend.  In between all that I've been trying to work, look for new work, meet people in my new city, and host a lot of old friends coming through Vancouver on vacation from points east.  All in all it's been a crazy busy summer and not-so-surprisingly it has sort of blown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping up pretty good cycling and running form this summer, doing lots of climbing in North Vancouver.  The cycling highlight of the summer was definitely the climb day up Mount Baker in Washington State.  Hard to believe that the track cycling season here starts in a couple of weeks.  It boils down to a very different racing schedule than what I've become accustomed to over the past decade.  I'm really looking forward to racing indoors over the winter though....should be a lot of fun to meet an entirely new group of people....well, not entirely new.  There are a lot of ex-Alberta pats out on the wet coast, so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying to Toronto over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend to catch the Kylie Minogue concert.  I've been a huge fan since the 80s and almost herniated when I found out she was &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; touring North America for the first time.  Despite her relative low-letter-list status here, she still has lots of die-hard fans here and they have filled most of the dates on her six-city tour.  There are still tickets available for Toronto though, so it is not sold out yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only by accident that I decided to go to Toronto.  Other options were L.A., Las Vegas and Chicago, but none of the dates really fell anywhere that I would be able to integrate a minimal number of vacation days in order to get a reasonable number of days away.  Toronto was the option that looked best.  It was only after I bought the concert and flight tickets and talked to friends in Montreal that I realized it was also Thanksgiving long weekend...which also means....Black &amp; Blue weekend in Montreal!  Yipe!  Too much suddenly going on.  I ran into my friend Paul from Toronto while in Montreal and he informed me about the tentative itinerary for the long weekend, which I anxiously wanted to be a part of.  Hopefully that all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Canada had a kickass seat sale on a couple of months ago where I managed to get the flights from Vancouver to Toronto and return for $380.....super cheap.  At the same time I booked my flight back to Calgary for family Xmas in November for $230.  Super cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the American destinations did not come across as cheap.  I had to pay more for the Vancouver - Los Angeles flights than I wanted to (with disgusting flight times and transfers as a result of still trying to book as cheap a flight as possible).  For the Chicago trip in November, I decided just to use Aeroplan miles.  $80 instead of $750, yeah I can dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on the travel agendy for 2009?  Time will tell.  I already have some obligations to get down to Seattle and Portland ASAP, Palm Springs at the beginning of February, Phoenix and Houston/Rio Grande Valley around the same time, Chicago in the spring, in addition to the big Tour of Germany (Frankfurt-Cologne-Dusseldorf-Amsterdam-Hamburg-Berlin-Prague-Vienna-Munich-Frankfurt) I would like to do coinciding with the Gay Games in August next year.  Of course this all hinges on where exactly I'll be working in 2010.  My current role is done at the end of October and I am sort of hoping not to get a renewal so I can get a package and embark on a new path with a new organization.  I guess we'll what happens soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the job market isn't looking that stellar at that time, I'm planning to do some skill upgrading in January/February for Sharepoint/MOSS 2007 Administration, and maybe, just maybe, keep my options open to be available for the Winter Olympics in February/March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I'm dating a wonderful guy.  We're spending inordinate amounts of time trying to figure each other out, which is leading to a lot of days of exhaustion, but smiles on our faces.  We'll see how this all develops, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, just wanted to put some filler in here.  Not sure when I'll next post, but FB is where I am most of the time now.  Plus some of my other blogs garner a lot more traffic and interest from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2847384492994348549?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2847384492994348549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2847384492994348549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2847384492994348549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2847384492994348549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-crapola.html' title='Holy crapola!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-451575195979949609</id><published>2009-07-30T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:18:55.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ugh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vancouver registers hottest day on record as BC is hit with heat wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Canadian Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANCOUVER, B.C. - The city of Vancouver has registered its hottest day on record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment Canada says a temperature of 33.8 C was recorded at Vancouver airport on Wednesday, shattering the previous high of 33.3 C that was set in 1960. "A very strong ridge of high pressure is currently dominating all of B.C.," said Gary Dickinson, a meteorologist with Environment Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ridge of high pressure also brought up from the south very warm air, which was responsible for the record-breaking temperatures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dickinson says Vancouver wasn't the only city to record its hottest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abbotsford beat their all-time record as well. The previous record was 37.9 C and they reached 38.0 C," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of municipalities throughout the province set daily records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria reached 35.0 C, besting the old mark of 31.1 C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Alberni hit 40.0 C, with the previous record being 37.8 C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bella Coola reached 41.2 C, bettering the previous high of 34.3 C that was set in 1898.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickinson says the sweltering weather is something British Columbians, some of whom are uncharacteristically hoping for rain, will have to get used to over the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ridge of high pressure responsible for the warm temperatures will continue to hold over the province for the remainder of the week and going into the weekend," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The temperatures will gradually cool over the course of the weekend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high temperatures have brought with them an air quality advisory for Metro Vancouver and the Fraser Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-451575195979949609?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/451575195979949609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=451575195979949609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/451575195979949609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/451575195979949609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html' title='*Ugh*'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5311054583429256502</id><published>2009-07-27T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:36:40.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, they're just that way"</title><content type='html'>Here's a strange Canadian phenomenon that needs discussing - Torontonianism.  It's the strange affliction any native or former Torontonians have with their intense need and desire to frame the reference of &lt;em&gt;ANY&lt;/em&gt; topic of conversation into such a way that Toronto is involved and whatever it is you're discussing happens more profoundly there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent example of this was on Saturday evening.  The lightning storms were sweeping into the Lower Mainland.  The conversation obviously went to the rarity of lightning storms on the West Coast, however the former Torontonian of the group &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to pipe up how much more intense the storms are in Toronto.  I had to channel all the power in me to bite my lip.  First of all, this guy's been in Vancouver for 15 years -- give up the Torontonianism already!  Secondly, has he ever seen Prairie storms before?  Oh yeah, right, no. Toronto is the only place in the country that gets intense summer storms, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to start up a foundation that will help all these hapless Torontonians to break their addiction to Toronto.  It's there and by christ it's awesome!  We get it, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5311054583429256502?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5311054583429256502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5311054583429256502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5311054583429256502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5311054583429256502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-theyre-just-that-way.html' title='&quot;Oh, they&apos;re just that way&quot;'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2082616497715632027</id><published>2009-07-23T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:15:11.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of Light: Night One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdcCbpoI/AAAAAAAADyM/y6CBbb1EL8I/s1600-h/col1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdcCbpoI/AAAAAAAADyM/y6CBbb1EL8I/s400/col1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689793755063938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdWcv52I/AAAAAAAADyE/dZNJN3S4G98/s1600-h/col3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdWcv52I/AAAAAAAADyE/dZNJN3S4G98/s400/col3-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689792254830434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crowds cheer fireworks wizardry at Celebration of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By David Karp, Vancouver Sun&lt;br /&gt;July 23, 2009 8:31 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANCOUVER — Spectators whistled and cheered, aiming their cellphones and digital cameras at the sky as Canada launched this year’s fireworks competition with a spectacular burst of colour and pyrotechnics over English Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s awesome — bright colours — it’s mesmerizing. It just gives you a good feeling,” said Cathy Cardoza, who was visiting from San Francisco. “It’s longer and fuller [than Fourth of July] fireworks in San Francisco. There is more fullness in these fireworks. It’s not just one at a time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, she said: “It made our vacation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enormous crowd turned out for the show, and Davie Street was jammed with people trying to work their way toward the beach just before it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada, which is trying for a third straight victory in the annual HSBC Celebration of Light event, put on a Wizard of Oz-themed show titled No Place Like Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music accompanying the show was from the Wizard of Oz, with the finale song Somewhere Over the Rainbow, accompanied by a spectacular rainbow of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, the president of Winnipeg’s Archangel Fireworks Inc., which put on Canada’s show, said he was saving the best for the 12-second finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The finale’s a nice size this year,” said Kelly Guille. “I don’t really want to ruin it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the show: “I’m shooting to the Wizard of Oz original soundtrack, trying to evoke the emotion of the story in the scenes of the fireworks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guille said he has been preparing for the show since November. It took 12 people three days just to set up the 25-minute performance, which included roughly 3,000 fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people staked out spots on the beach hours before the fireworks began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them was Vancouverite Darren Childs, a fireworks aficionado who has missed only three performances since the annual Vancouver event began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childs, who uses a wheelchair, arrived at 5 p.m. to claim a place by the inukshuk on English Bay, bypassing his normal spot in the wheelchair seating area on top of the English Bay bathhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I kind of like it because you are part of the people,” said Childs. “It’s a lot more fun being part of the festivities right on the beach.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next fireworks event is Saturday, when South Africa puts on a show, followed by the United Kingdom next Wednesday and China on Aug. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dkarp@vancouversun.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdoWoemI/AAAAAAAADyU/Ve0LfzRbfZc/s1600-h/col4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdoWoemI/AAAAAAAADyU/Ve0LfzRbfZc/s400/col4-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361689797061016162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2082616497715632027?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2082616497715632027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2082616497715632027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2082616497715632027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2082616497715632027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebration-of-light-night-one.html' title='Celebration of Light: Night One'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SmiMdcCbpoI/AAAAAAAADyM/y6CBbb1EL8I/s72-c/col1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1840667853703339696</id><published>2009-07-20T16:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:01:59.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>The vid for Basement Jaxx' new single, "Raindrops" is out now.  I love it.  Erotic art-- music made into moving images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8B12rOkKGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8B12rOkKGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1840667853703339696?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1840667853703339696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1840667853703339696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1840667853703339696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1840667853703339696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4006572266030728696</id><published>2009-07-17T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:13:56.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it came up in conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The worst interview and resume mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tara Weiss, &lt;a href="http://ca.finance.yahoo.com/personal-finance/article/forbes/967/the-worst-interview-and-resume-mistakes"&gt;Forbes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes into an interview with a promising advertising sales representative, the candidate's cellphone rang. Instead of being embarrassed that he forgot to shut it off, he asked the recruiter, Debra Wheatman, "Do you mind if I grab this for one quick sec?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he answered the phone spoke volumes about him. His résumé went straight into the trash. It didn't matter how qualified he was; Wheatman wasn't hiring someone who valued a cellphone call over a job opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was flabbergasted," she says. Wheatman was an in-house recruiter at Condé Nast when this awkward incident occurred. She is now a career counsellor for the job Web site Vault.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering your phone during a job interview is obviously inappropriate. But there are many much more subtle mistakes job seekers make on their résumés and during interviews. With so much competition for jobs, don't let one of these faux pas hurt your chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your résumé is your first chance to make a positive impression. Make sure there aren't any typos, grammatical errors or spelling mistakes in it. You must do more than just spell check it. Print it out. It's easier to detect errors on paper than after your eyes glaze over from staring at a computer screen. Also, have a friend or mentor proofread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One version of your résumé won't be right for all the jobs you apply for. It's better to tailor it to a handful of openings that directly relate to your experience rather than to write one and spam dozens of hiring managers with it. Also, use the keywords that appear in the job ad to describe your skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The biggest mistake people make on a résumé is they think everything they've ever done needs to be in there," says Rich Thompson, vice president of training and development for the staffing firm Adecco Group North America. "The résumé is the bait to get you the interview."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managers are more likely to take that bait if you describe your accomplishments instead of listing your daily responsibilities. This will set you apart from the competition. Quantify those accomplishments when possible. Describe what you made, saved and achieved for the firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get the interview, dress professionally. Men should wear a suit and tie and women a nice top with either slacks or a skirt. It doesn't matter if the company's typical attire is business casual. "You're there to make an impression," Debra Wheatman says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing frustrates recruiters more than when a candidate doesn't know enough about their company. Before the interview, learn all you can about the company's products, services and competition. Check out the press room on the firm's Web site to see what the latest news is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this information will come in handy when the hiring manager asks why you want the job. That's the perfect opportunity to explain how you'll be an ideal fit for the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan McGrail, human resources manager at the footwear company New Balance, sees many avoidable mistakes when she conducts interviews. Among the most common: asking about vacation policy before you've landed the job, long answers that never really address the question, trying to dominate the interview and failing to show respect for all interviewers and company personnel, like the receptionist and security person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the silliest errors she's seen: A job candidate wore a competitor's sneakers to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McGrail recommends being prepared to discuss specifics. For example, many managers will ask questions like, "Tell me about a time when you had to overcome a challenge on the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always come prepared with questions. Wheatman recommends asking, "Can you tell me about the characteristics of a person who held this job who was very successful? What about someone who held the job before who wasn't successful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many interviewees get tongue-tied when asked the open-ended question, "Tell me about yourself." "People often start babbling," Wheatman says. "It's meant to get you to open up and talk about something not on your résumé."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recommends discussing something interesting you've done that illustrates your character. Typical good options: having recently trained for and run a marathon or recent volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for salary, don't discuss it until you've been offered the job. If you toss out a number before the interview, it may be higher than they wanted and you'll take yourself out of the running. Show them during the interview why they can't live without you. Then they'll be more likely to give you the pay you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many recruiters create an uncomfortable situation by asking what your current salary is. That shouldn't have a bearing on what you'll make in your next job. The company should pay you the market rate for your unique skills set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this comes up, respond by explaining that you're really excited about this opportunity and you're sure you can arrive at a salary you both feel comfortable with. If that doesn't work, Wheatman suggests, ask how much the position is budgeted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the power of a good interview. "We find the overwhelming percentage of people who get the job are not necessarily the ones most qualified," Thompson says. "They're the ones who do the best in the interview."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't forget to shut off your cellphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4006572266030728696?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4006572266030728696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4006572266030728696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4006572266030728696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4006572266030728696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/since-it-came-up-in-conversation.html' title='Since it came up in conversation...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1272925875676163662</id><published>2009-07-08T10:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:51:17.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craiglist post from the Bike Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A few things from the bike shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2009-05-27, 4:05PM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo Seattle, the sun is out! Let's discuss a few things before you fumble with swapping the unused ski rack for the unused bike rack on the Subaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, you've noticed the sun is out, and hey!- maybe it would be cool to to some bike riding. Let's keep in mind that the sun came out of all 600,000 of us, so for the most part, you're not the only one who noticed. Please remember that when you walk into my shop on a bright, sunny Saturday morning. It will save you from looking like a complete twat that huffs "Why are there so many people here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we all on the same page now about it being sunny outside? Have we all figured out that we're not the only clever people that feel sunny days are good for bike riding? Great. I want to kiss all of you on your forehead for sharing this moment with me. Put your vitamin D starved fingers in mine, and we'll move on together to some pointers that will make life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME POINTERS FOR THE PHONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know what size of bike you need. The only thing that I can tell over the phone is that you sound fat. I don't care how tall you are. I don't care how long your inseam is. Don't complain to me that you don't want to come ALL THE WAY down to the bike shop to get fitted for a bike. I have two hundred bikes in my inventory. I will find one that fits you. Whether you come from the north or the south, my shop is downhill. Pretend you're going to smell a fart, ball up, and roll your fat ass down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't get high and call me. Write it down, call me later. When I have four phone lines ringing, and a herdlet&lt;br /&gt;of people waiting for help, I can't deal with you sitting there "uuuuhhh"-ing and "uuummm"-ing while your brain tries to put together some cheeto-xbox-fixie conundrum. We didn't get disconnected, I left you on hold to figure your shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really do need to see your bike to know what is wrong with it. You've already figured out that when you car makes a noise, the mechanic needs to see it. When your TV goes blank, a technician needs to see it. I can tell you, if there is one thing I've learned from you fucking squirrels, it's that "doesn't shift right" means your bike could need a slight cable adjustment, or you might just need to stop backing into it with the Subaru. Bring it in, I'll let you know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, I don't know how much a good bike costs. For some, spending $500 dollars is a kingly sum. For others, $500 won't buy you one good wheel. You really need to have an idea of what you want, because every one of you raccoons "doesn't want to spend too much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU INVENTIVE TYPES AND DO-IT-YOURSELFERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just because you think is should exist, doesn't mean that it does. I know that to you, a 14 inch quill stem makes perfect sense, but what makes more sense is buying a bike that fits you, not trying to make your mountain bike that was too small for you to begin with into a comfort bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If some twat on some message board somewhere says that you can use the lockring from your bottom bracket as a lockring for a fixie conversion doesn't mean that A: you can, or B: you should. Please listen to me on this stuff, I really do have your best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love that you have the enthusiasm to build yourself a recumbent in the off season. That does not mean however, that I share your enthusiasm; ergo I won't do the "final tweaks" for you. You figure out why that Sram shifter and that Shimano rear derailleur don't work together. While we're at it, you recumbent people scare me a little. Don't bring that lumbering fucking thing anywhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DEDICATION TO ALL THE HIPSTER DUCHEBAGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you shitheads had any money, you wouldn't NEED a vintage Poo-zhow to get laid. Go have an ironic mustache growing contest in front of American Apparel, so that I can continue selling $300 bikes to fatties, which is what keeps the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being made in the 80's may make something cool, but that doesn't automatically make something good. The reason that no one has ridden that "vintage" Murray is because it's shit. It was shit in the 80's, a trend it carried proudly through the 90's, and rallied with into the '00's. What I mean to say is, no, I can't make it work better. It's still shit, even with more air in the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU'RE GONNA BUY A BIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for you! Biking is awesome. It's easy, it's fun, it's good for you. I want you to bike, I really do. To that end, I am here to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your co-worker that's "really into biking" knows fuck all. Stop asking for his advice. He could care less about you having the right bike. He wants to validate his bike purchase(s) through you. He also wants to sleep with you, and wear matching bike shorts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're not a triathlete. You're not. If you were, you wouldn't be here, and we both know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're not a racer. If you were, I'd know you already, and you wouldn't be here, and we both know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So you want a bike that you can ride to work, goes really fast, is good for that triathlon you're doing this summer (snicker), is good on trails and mud, and costs less than $300. Yeah. Listen, I want a car that can go 200 miles an hour, tow a boat, has room for five adults, is easy to parallel park but can carry plywood, gets 60mpg, and only costs $3,000. I also want a unicorn to blow me. What are we even talking about here? Oh yeah. Listen, bikes can be fast, light, cheap and comfortable. Pick two, and we're all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOUR KIDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kids are amazing. Sure are. No one else has kids as smart, able, funny or as good looking as you. Nope. Never see THAT around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea how long you kid will be able to use this bike. As it seems to me, your precious is a little retarded, and can't even use the damn thing now. More likely, your budding genius is going to leave the bike in the driveway where you will Subaru the bike to death LONG before the nose picker outgrows the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop being so jumpy. I am not a molester. You people REALLY watch too much TV. When I hold the back of the bike while your kid is on it, it's not because I get a thrill from *almost* having my hand on kid butt, it's because kids are unpredictable, and generally take off whenever possible, usually not in the direction you think they might go. Listen, if I were going to do anything bad to your kids, I'd feed them to sharks, because sharks are FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps, and have fun this summer riding your kick-ass bike! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Ross posted this one on FB.  Priceless!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1272925875676163662?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1272925875676163662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1272925875676163662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1272925875676163662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1272925875676163662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/craiglist-post-from-bike-shop.html' title='Craiglist post from the Bike Shop'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4468235967525614122</id><published>2009-06-24T13:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:11:35.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip it around</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCzbNkyXO50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCzbNkyXO50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4468235967525614122?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4468235967525614122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4468235967525614122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4468235967525614122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4468235967525614122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/06/flip-it-around.html' title='Flip it around'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-248901071667041744</id><published>2009-06-22T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:58:42.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Superclubs suck</title><content type='html'>Friday night Jer and I went to Celebrities to catch the Sneaky Sound System show.  We got there early (9:45) got our entry stamps and then went over to Numbers for a few drinks.  We got back to Celebrities around 11:00 when the lineup was getting genuine, walked in and danced for a couple of hours.  The place was packed, but where was the band?  Jer was so tired he went home.  I escorted him then went back to the bar.  The band finally came on at about 1:10.  WTF?  People were leaving already.  This late start was ridiculous.  It was a $160 evening and I didn't get anything out of it (except some time with Jer which made it worthwhile!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll do this type of thing again.  Both Celebrities and the Odyssey (where we went Saturday night as Doug was in town) were...meh.  I'll stick with the locations I find at least a bit rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soccer Team T-Dance at Soho on Sunday was a blast!  I'll definitely hit those events regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-248901071667041744?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/248901071667041744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=248901071667041744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/248901071667041744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/248901071667041744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-superclubs-suck.html' title='Why Superclubs suck'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3078614597211105339</id><published>2009-06-10T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:29:02.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manitoba</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days.  Eventually, Michael the Archangel found Him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have You been?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look Michael, look what I've made!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archangel Michael looked puzzled and asked, "What is it?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a planet," replied God, and I've put life on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call it Earth, and it's going to be a place of great balance. &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;"Balance?"  inquired Michael, still confused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God  explained,  pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, Northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth,  while southern Europe is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hotspot. And over there I've placed a continent of white people, while over here is a continent of black people," God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a large land mass and said, "What's that one?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," said God.  "That's Manitoba, the most glorious place on earth.  There are beautiful lakes, rivers, skies, sunsets and rolling hills.  The people from Manitoba are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous, and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will  be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers  of peace."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the dingbats I'm putting around them in Alberta, Saskatchewan, Ontario &amp; Quebec...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3078614597211105339?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3078614597211105339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3078614597211105339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3078614597211105339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3078614597211105339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/06/manitoba.html' title='Manitoba'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2831469604946524484</id><published>2009-06-02T19:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:37:58.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, GM</title><content type='html'>by Michael Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this on the morning of the end of the once-mighty General Motors. By high noon, the President of the United States will have made it official: General Motors, as we know it, has been totaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in GM's birthplace, Flint, Michigan, I am surrounded by friends and family who are filled with anxiety about what will happen to them and to the town. Forty percent of the homes and businesses in the city have been abandoned. Imagine what it would be like if you lived in a city where almost every other house is empty. What would be your state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with sad irony that the company which invented "planned obsolescence" -- the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one -- has now made itself obsolete. It refused to build automobiles that the public wanted, cars that got great gas mileage, were as safe as they could be, and were exceedingly comfortable to drive. Oh -- and that wouldn't start falling apart after two years. GM stubbornly fought environmental and safety regulations. Its executives arrogantly ignored the "inferior" Japanese and German cars, cars which would become the gold standard for automobile buyers. And it was hell-bent on punishing its unionized workforce, lopping off thousands of workers for no good reason other than to "improve" the short-term bottom line of the corporation. Beginning in the 1980s, when GM was posting record profits, it moved countless jobs to Mexico and elsewhere, thus destroying the lives of tens of thousands of hard-working Americans. The glaring stupidity of this policy was that, when they eliminated the income of so many middle class families, who did they think was going to be able to afford to buy their cars? History will record this blunder in the same way it now writes about the French building the Maginot Line or how the Romans cluelessly poisoned their own water system with lethal lead in its pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company's body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with -- dare I say it -- joy. It is not the joy of revenge against a corporation that ruined my hometown and brought misery, divorce, alcoholism, homelessness, physical and mental debilitation, and drug addiction to the people I grew up with. Nor do I, obviously, claim any joy in knowing that 21,000 more GM workers will be told that they, too, are without a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you and I and the rest of America now own a car company! I know, I know -- who on earth wants to run a car company? Who among us wants $50 billion of our tax dollars thrown down the rat hole of still trying to save GM? Let's be clear about this: The only way to save GM is to kill GM. Saving our precious industrial infrastructure, though, is another matter and must be a top priority. If we allow the shutting down and tearing down of our auto plants, we will sorely wish we still had them when we realize that those factories could have built the alternative energy systems we now desperately need. And when we realize that the best way to transport ourselves is on light rail and bullet trains and cleaner buses, how will we do this if we've allowed our industrial capacity and its skilled workforce to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, as GM is "reorganized" by the federal government and the bankruptcy court, here is the plan I am asking President Obama to implement for the good of the workers, the GM communities, and the nation as a whole. Twenty years ago when I made "Roger &amp; Me," I tried to warn people about what was ahead for General Motors. Had the power structure and the punditocracy listened, maybe much of this could have been avoided. Based on my track record, I request an honest and sincere consideration of the following suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just as President Roosevelt did after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the President must tell the nation that we are at war and we must immediately convert our auto factories to factories that build mass transit vehicles and alternative energy devices. Within months in Flint in 1942, GM halted all car production and immediately used the assembly lines to build planes, tanks and machine guns. The conversion took no time at all. Everyone pitched in. The fascists were defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in a different kind of war -- a war that we have conducted against the ecosystem and has been conducted by our very own corporate leaders. This current war has two fronts. One is headquartered in Detroit. The products built in the factories of GM, Ford and Chrysler are some of the greatest weapons of mass destruction responsible for global warming and the melting of our polar icecaps. The things we call "cars" may have been fun to drive, but they are like a million daggers into the heart of Mother Nature. To continue to build them would only lead to the ruin of our species and much of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other front in this war is being waged by the oil companies against you and me. They are committed to fleecing us whenever they can, and they have been reckless stewards of the finite amount of oil that is located under the surface of the earth. They know they are sucking it bone dry. And like the lumber tycoons of the early 20th century who didn't give a damn about future generations as they tore down every forest they could get their hands on, these oil barons are not telling the public what they know to be true -- that there are only a few more decades of useable oil on this planet. And as the end days of oil approach us, get ready for some very desperate people willing to kill and be killed just to get their hands on a gallon can of gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama, now that he has taken control of GM, needs to convert the factories to new and needed uses immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't put another $30 billion into the coffers of GM to build cars. Instead, use that money to keep the current workforce -- and most of those who have been laid off -- employed so that they can build the new modes of 21st century transportation. Let them start the conversion work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Announce that we will have bullet trains criss-crossing this country in the next five years. Japan is celebrating the 45th anniversary of its first bullet train this year. Now they have dozens of them. Average speed: 165 mph. Average time a train is late: under 30 seconds. They have had these high speed trains for nearly five decades -- and we don't even have one! The fact that the technology already exists for us to go from New York to L.A. in 17 hours by train, and that we haven't used it, is criminal. Let's hire the unemployed to build the new high speed lines all over the country. Chicago to Detroit in less than two hours. Miami to DC in under 7 hours. Denver to Dallas in five and a half. This can be done and done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Initiate a program to put light rail mass transit lines in all our large and medium-sized cities. Build those trains in the GM factories. And hire local people everywhere to install and run this system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For people in rural areas not served by the train lines, have the GM plants produce energy efficient clean buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the time being, have some factories build hybrid or all-electric cars (and batteries). It will take a few years for people to get used to the new ways to transport ourselves, so if we're going to have automobiles, let's have kinder, gentler ones. We can be building these next month (do not believe anyone who tells you it will take years to retool the factories -- that simply isn't true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Transform some of the empty GM factories to facilities that build windmills, solar panels and other means of alternate forms of energy. We need tens of millions of solar panels right now. And there is an eager and skilled workforce who can build them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Provide tax incentives for those who travel by hybrid car or bus or train. Also, credits for those who convert their home to alternative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To help pay for this, impose a two-dollar tax on every gallon of gasoline. This will get people to switch to more energy saving cars or to use the new rail lines and rail cars the former autoworkers have built for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a start. Please, please, please don't save GM so that a smaller version of it will simply do nothing more than build Chevys or Cadillacs. This is not a long-term solution. Don't throw bad money into a company whose tailpipe is malfunctioning, causing a strange odor to fill the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 years ago this year, the founders of General Motors convinced the world to give up their horses and saddles and buggy whips to try a new form of transportation. Now it is time for us to say goodbye to the internal combustion engine. It seemed to serve us well for so long. We enjoyed the car hops at the A&amp;W. We made out in the front -- and the back -- seat. We watched movies on large outdoor screens, went to the races at NASCAR tracks across the country, and saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time through the window down Hwy. 1. And now it's over. It's a new day and a new century. The President -- and the UAW -- must seize this moment and create a big batch of lemonade from this very sour and sad lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the last surviving person from the Titanic disaster passed away. She escaped certain death that night and went on to live another 97 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we survive our own Titanic in all the Flint Michigans of this country. 60% of GM is ours. I think we can do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Michael Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2831469604946524484?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2831469604946524484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2831469604946524484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2831469604946524484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2831469604946524484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-gm.html' title='Goodbye, GM'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7143825771526646570</id><published>2009-05-29T10:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:10:06.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon-to-be crazy person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SiAIV_m8IGI/AAAAAAAADrk/54Bd2e_ckNs/s1600-h/susan-boyle-b4-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SiAIV_m8IGI/AAAAAAAADrk/54Bd2e_ckNs/s400/susan-boyle-b4-after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278332006441058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UK frets over Susan Boyle's talent-show finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By RAPHAEL G. SATTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON (AP) — Britain and the YouTube-watching world is fretting over the pressure being piled on a Scottish songstress as her final test approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Boyle's big finale in a TV talent show contest won't come until Saturday. But the country is buzzing with concern over whether the 48-year-old church volunteer's nerves will rob her of the victory many feel she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Britain's Got Talent," the venue for Boyle's unlikely success, did nothing to dampen the hysteria, with one judge going on national television to say Boyle was so upset by the superheated media coverage she had packed her bags and threatened to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Friday her spokeswoman confirmed the final would go ahead as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle became a favorite to win the competition almost immediately after her first appearance, early last month. Her frumpy appearance drew looks of disbelief from the television audience, but her voice silenced the doubters — and turned her into an Internet star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life story — she cared for her widowed mother for years and said she'd never been kissed — also helped win over the world's media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle has not performed since Sunday, when she made it through to the finals. But that hasn't kept her off Britain's front pages: "Boyling Point," was the Daily Mirror's headline Friday. "Susan Axe Threat," claimed The Sun. "Fears For TV Talent Star Susan," the Daily Express warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerns have been sparked by reports of erratic behavior. Boyle lost her cool after being harassed by a pair of journalists outside her London hotel Wednesday, her spokeswoman said, speaking on condition of anonymity because she represents all the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, a media report claimed that witnesses saw Boyle make an obscene gesture at a hotel television set when judge Piers Morgan lavished praise on fellow contestant Shaheen Jafargholi, 12, during another semifinal broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, himself a former tabloid editor, took to the airwaves and the Internet to defend the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Susan Boyle has never experienced anything like this and is like a frightened rabbit in headlights," Morgan wrote on his blog Thursday. "I am calling today for everyone to just give her a break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others in the media raised concerns that Boyle, who had learning difficulties when she was younger and was bullied by other children, was in for a ride too rough for her to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wilson, who served as a psychologist on "Big Brother" — a British reality television series routinely accused of being exploitative and crass — said "Britain's Got Talent" made the other show look saintly by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle was "a psychological lamb to the slaughter," he wrote in The Daily Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyle's spokeswoman said the newly minted star was getting the support she needed from the show's producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Morgan, writing on his blog Friday, assured readers that Boyle was "one tough lady who has had to fight since the day she was born, and there is no way she's going to quit now as some of the papers seem to be suggesting, trust me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7143825771526646570?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7143825771526646570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7143825771526646570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7143825771526646570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7143825771526646570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/soon-to-be-crazy-person.html' title='Soon-to-be crazy person'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SiAIV_m8IGI/AAAAAAAADrk/54Bd2e_ckNs/s72-c/susan-boyle-b4-after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3608838835901641027</id><published>2009-05-28T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:42:01.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kylie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/Sf8OXELrQNI/AAAAAAAADhQ/VNcgdjs52os/s1600-h/kylie_minogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/Sf8OXELrQNI/AAAAAAAADhQ/VNcgdjs52os/s400/kylie_minogue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996273252450514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Kylie Minogue's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnTrZYHK_II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LnTrZYHK_II&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3608838835901641027?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3608838835901641027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3608838835901641027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3608838835901641027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3608838835901641027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-kylie.html' title='Happy Birthday Kylie!!!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/Sf8OXELrQNI/AAAAAAAADhQ/VNcgdjs52os/s72-c/kylie_minogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3522642972493641808</id><published>2009-05-20T06:01:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:16:34.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I meant to say was...how can we possibly express our profound gratitiude to the person who was the first to hold us, the first to feed us, and the first to make us feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance we watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine.&amp;nbsp; But for us, the tasks you lovingly completed year after year built and reinforced the foundation, the structure that made our world a safe and comfortable place to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we are and all that we have can be traced back to you.&amp;nbsp; Whatever accomplishments we have made along the way would not have occurred without you first believing in us.&amp;nbsp; And you, you were the person who always believed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with our family, we are amazed at the number of times we hear your words flow form our mouths.&amp;nbsp; This ventriloquistic phenomenon was at first most irritating, but now warms us as we have come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time parts us, we pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch our face and whisper into our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your warms and gentle presence in our lives...for this, we will alwasy be most thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mother, you inspire us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;This is a letter I got a copy of from Murad that I wanted to pass on to my mother and all the mothers out there.&amp;nbsp; Happy Mother's Day, mom!&amp;nbsp; I love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3522642972493641808?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3522642972493641808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3522642972493641808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3522642972493641808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3522642972493641808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5547793852853753582</id><published>2009-05-07T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:50:21.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SgL1G315cQI/AAAAAAAADhg/e29-8zwgceI/s1600-h/kylie070909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SgL1G315cQI/AAAAAAAADhg/e29-8zwgceI/s400/kylie070909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333094407178121474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KYLIE ANNOUNCES HER FIRST EVER NORTH AMERICAN TOUR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.05.2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kylie's North American fans will finally get a chance to experience the pop superstar live in concert when her 6-city tour kicks off in Oakland (San Francisco Bay Area) on September 30th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of her extraordinary 20-year-career, Kylie has undertaken 8 sold-out world tours including last year's KylieX2008 tour which traveled to 21 countries throughout Europe, South America, Dubai, Asia, New Zealand and Australia, generating an estimated $70,000,000 in ticket sales. Kylie&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be more excited about her first ever tour through North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've wanted to tour in America and Canada for years," admits Kylie, "I know that fans have been waiting a long time for this and I'm thrilled that the opportunity has finally arrived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie's eagerly-awaited North American concert debut is being produced by Los Angeles-based concert promotion firm Bill Silva Presents (BSP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kylie has such a successful career outside of North America that it has taken quite a while to find a window in her schedule for the U.S. and Canada," said Silva. "Her amazing fans in North America will be well rewarded for their patience when they experience her show and its entire spectacle. We are confident in the tour's success, and hope that Kylie will make this the first of many tours to our shores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets will go on sale in each market on the weekend of May 15, however early access to tickets in the U.S. will be available to American Express Cardmembers beginning this Thursday, May 7, through Ticketmaster. Members of Kylie's mailing list via her official website www.Kylie.com will receive an&lt;br /&gt;exclusive email that contains information of special ticket pre-sale offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Minogue North American Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu 30th Sep Fox Theatre - Oakland (San Francisco Bay Area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 3rd Oct The Pearl 'Palms Resort &amp; Casino' - Las Vegas, NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 4th Oct Hollywood Bowl - Los Angeles, CA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 7th Oct The Congress Theater - Chicago, IL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 9th Oct Air Canada Centre - Toronto, ON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun 11th Oct Hammerstein Ballroom - NYC, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Eek!  I have to find a way to get tickets, flight and accoms somewhere to see her.  One of my 'must-do-before-I-die' things to do is see Kylie live before she's too old.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5547793852853753582?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5547793852853753582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5547793852853753582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5547793852853753582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5547793852853753582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SgL1G315cQI/AAAAAAAADhg/e29-8zwgceI/s72-c/kylie070909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2189817900601849731</id><published>2009-05-04T09:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:40:52.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>I made it into Vancouver around 5:30pm on Saturday.  I left Calgary around 6:30 PDT so I made decent time.  I can't thank my Calgary friends that helped me load up the van enough.  The way Myles, Tim and Craig layered everything in the cube allowed for me to pull things out like layers of an onion.  While Greg, Ryan and I brought stuff down from the apartment on Friday night the guys got that put together.  1.5 hours to load, 3 hours to unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything was in the 600 sq. ft. apartment I realized that I had brought a lot of extra shit I wish I could rid myself of, however as I've been unpacking the amount of stuff really isn't too bad.  There's a lot of stuff like photo albums, pictures, music and special books that you just can't easily part with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shopping day: new TV, new wall unit (for all the CDs, DVDs, cassettes, etc. etc. that I was obliged to bring even though I didn't really want to).  The Visa was burning through charges so quickly today the Fraud Detection group gave me a call in the middle of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I'll take the rest of the week to complete the transformation enough that I will no longer need to be obsessive-compulsive about everything.  I can't wait until next weekend when I'll finally be able to debut!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the Frontrunners run on Wednesday night.  It looks like it's supposed to rain all week off and on, so that will be a good initiation to the southern coast climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Almost back to regular posting; it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2189817900601849731?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2189817900601849731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2189817900601849731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2189817900601849731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2189817900601849731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2997605982004480368</id><published>2009-04-29T06:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:14:13.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Well, the final inspection of the penthouse was completed yesterday and we passed with flying colors.  Three solid days of cleaning really do pay off!  It's pretty surreal to see the old apartment completely emptied and no longer ours.  It was a great pad, and I'll miss it dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with that behind us, the attention is now focused on getting everything of Joe's unpacked in his new apartment and me getting everything properly packed for the trip on Saturday.  I've been living out of towers of boxes in his spare room while sleeping on the couch.  Telus finally transferred the phone line service to the new place this morning so I'm back on the Internet and don't have to go into the office today!  Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my kitchen stuff packed last night plus the remainder of the clothes.  Now there is the matter of errant open boxes of crap that were thrown together plus looking for things that I know exist but I'm not sure are packed.  A few of those things might have to wait until I'm back in Calgary in November for Christmas and can drop by Joe's place to pick up or drop off whatever (that includes you, Xmas decorations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of honest packing, tracking down people to take a few remaining donatable things, and that should be it.  I hope to be free Thursday night to have one last evening at the Ship &amp; Anchor and then pack the U-Haul truck on Friday.  Right now, it's only me so if anyone wants to help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next report - most likely from Vancouver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my thoughts these days are with my friends Jerome and Bruce in Montreal who had a condo fire on Monday morning.  Jer just happened to be getting up for work early in the morning and noticed the fire in the back of the condo.  Within five minutes the entire back wall was in flames.  Had Jerome not been awake, it's quite possible neither of them would be with us today.  A lot of Jerome's art collection was destroyed, but fortunately all of Bruce's snakes survived.  Terrible, terrible news, but luckily the boys are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2997605982004480368?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2997605982004480368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2997605982004480368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2997605982004480368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2997605982004480368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-251637463427772401</id><published>2009-04-28T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:58:36.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sheena!</title><content type='html'>The big 5-0 on April 27th.  Happy birthday Sheena!  You're still looking great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This live video from maybe ~1995 (only guessing by the hairstyle...I'm so gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQkXmTxvlvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQkXmTxvlvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special 2008 concert in Santiago, Chile, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw-dNs26rMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw-dNs26rMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-251637463427772401?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/251637463427772401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=251637463427772401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/251637463427772401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/251637463427772401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-sheena.html' title='Happy Birthday Sheena!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2963858405415214348</id><published>2009-04-17T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:34:24.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is "Wrong"&lt;/strong&gt; (This is floating around Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Newt Gingrich’s many marriages would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Go, America, Go!  Don't spin your wheels in one spot (that's religion's job).  Leave the old paradigms behind and move ahead with the rest of the socially progressive nations of the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2963858405415214348?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2963858405415214348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2963858405415214348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2963858405415214348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2963858405415214348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-reasons.html' title='10 Reasons'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3964050895466624005</id><published>2009-04-15T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:32:21.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>My move date has moved up another two weeks for complex reasons I won't get into here.  Now the planned move date is May 2nd.  I have two weeks to collect my life and my stuff and get it packed and moved to Vancouver!  Yipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to do...I probably won't post here again until I get settled in my new rockin' apartment in the West End.  Wish me luck.  I'll post as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3964050895466624005?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3964050895466624005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3964050895466624005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3964050895466624005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3964050895466624005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-630998570522661625</id><published>2009-04-07T11:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:49:07.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brüno</title><content type='html'>The trailer for the new movie came out this week. It looks like its going to be just as hilarious as &lt;em&gt;Borat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2607739"&gt;Bruno goes to Alabama (Ali G)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=2607739,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=2607739,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer is &lt;a href="http://www.thebrunomovie.com/bruno-movie-trailer/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Embed doesn't seem to be working correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-630998570522661625?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/630998570522661625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=630998570522661625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/630998570522661625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/630998570522661625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/bruno.html' title='Br&amp;#252;no'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5591323395544389318</id><published>2009-03-31T10:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:16:55.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Dream</title><content type='html'>Here is an exerpt from Liz Reap Carlson's blog, lizreapcarlson.wordpress.com.  There are so many gems of information and inspiration in here, I just had to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SdJB2dcdDPI/AAAAAAAADe8/zuk2_IIH1q0/s1600-h/6a00e54f86af5688330105368f4d2e970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SdJB2dcdDPI/AAAAAAAADe8/zuk2_IIH1q0/s400/6a00e54f86af5688330105368f4d2e970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386513750691058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it’s not technically a photo. It’s a GPS file my coach captured while racing at the 7-Eleven Velodrome in Colorado Springs. He superimposed it over a Google Earth map. If you look closely, you can see where he rode on and off the track, burned laps around the warm-up circle and covered every inch of the track throughout his night of racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ben’s notes, after warm-up he raced the Scratch race, Match Sprint and motor-paced points race with his Garmin Forerunner in his jersey, tracking a typical day at the velodrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracks me up every time I look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because in my past life I was an editor at Backpacker magazine. My peers and former colleagues swap GPS maps of their treks through tropical rainforests and up mountain peaks like personal trading cards. I’ve gone on such adventures and even photographed a few for Backpacker, Mountain Bike and Runner’s World magazines. Long before GPS became a training tool and I became a track racer, my bike took me to places I’d never been. I’ve spent vacation time riding and even racing through tropical rainforests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never in a million years did I think a neon blue oval would so aptly capture how I spend my time and the route I cover weekly, often daily, by bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve found myself in warm-up a few times, staring at the wheel in front of me, watching my speed tick from 32 to 36 to 40kph, around turns one, two, three, then four, again, wondering “How did it come to this?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I gave riding a bike with no brakes on a banked cement oval a try. Ten years later, here I am . . . still riding in circles, trying to perfect the chemistry that equates to performance and keeps me coming back for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a saying in velodrome circles (no pun intended) that there’s no hiding on the track. That goes beyond fitness and race preparation to how you carry yourself both on and off the bike. My sports doc calls the track ‘racing in a fishbowl,’ which isn’t far from the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the road, where you can wander aimlessly, anonymously for hours—track training is a discipline of accountability. There’s structure to the time you spend there. A session typically starts with warm-up before moving on to big gear starts, 2K repeats, a 20-minute tempo effort behind the motor or reaction drills on the whistle. There’s both an art and science to what you do any given day. The outcome depends largely on that mix, how it’s applied and how much you commit in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the track because I like the discipline. I always learn something new and it’s a challenge. Like the racing—the lessons come at you fast and furious. One minute, you’re exhilarated, the next, humbled to the core. There’s no hiding on the track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as with all sports, the magic is buried within the madness. To take stock of my circular route the past two years, I wanted to recap a few things I’ve learned. Feel free to share your own. Some of these may not be new, but at this time of year, it’s good to be reminded. Here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re never too old to learn a new discipline or take sport to another level. You can always get better and improve; there are that many variables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you train with a group, get to practice early, make sure your equipment is tuned up and ready to go. If you’re always late, get comfortable with training alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training alone isn’t so bad. Sometimes it’s better than training with a group. It helps you focus on what you’re doing, and teaches you to rely on yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good training partners can make you. Bad ones can break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, chasing people who are better than you is the best way to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always go harder than you think you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to prepare for racing is to race. Following wheels will teach you how to follow wheels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning is a cultivated skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-belief and self-doubt are equally powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injuries happen. The best thing you can do is work at recovery as hard as you commit to training. Rest, stretch, and cross-train. The worst thing you can do is get frustrated and give up. Be patient, bodies heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to improve, read a lot or hire a coach. There are always people who know more than you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good coach will invest as much in you as you are willing to invest in yourself. They can make the difference between sitting in, being a factor and setting personal bests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be naïve. There are also coaches who are just as happy to take your money, so ask your questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coach won’t shoot the hole for you. You have to do that one yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money will not make you a better bike racer. But, money can open up opportunities that can lead to your becoming a better bike racer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep making the same move, you’re asking to be passed at the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training and racing is about applied stress, recovery and adaptation. Nothing happens overnight. You have to allow time to adapt both mentally and physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder to heal from a mental injury than a physical one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people give up before they reach their potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do something in training, you’ll do it in racing. This applies to both good and bad habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put together a successful season one thought, one workout, one meal and one night's sleep at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my strengths and weaknesses better than anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is better. Think less. Do more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body is an amazing thing. The more you know about it and how it works, the better you’ll be at sport and at life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep good notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a million reasons to ride or race bikes, all of which are right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a fine line between passion and crazy and it takes both to succeed in this sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liz Reap Carlson is a nationally ranked track sprinter and member of the Verducci-Breakaway UCI Track Trade team. Follow along on her personal blog at lizreapcarlson.wordpress.com&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5591323395544389318?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5591323395544389318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5591323395544389318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5591323395544389318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5591323395544389318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-dream.html' title='Living the Dream'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SdJB2dcdDPI/AAAAAAAADe8/zuk2_IIH1q0/s72-c/6a00e54f86af5688330105368f4d2e970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4632870392745757451</id><published>2009-03-24T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:14:43.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I just had a conversation today with my deployment manager at my company and it looks like there should be no barriers to making a hasty departure from Calgary and setting up shop in Vancouver.  It is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; preferable to move out there while still working and getting a paycheck than having my contract date expire while still here trying to find work out there remotely.  Everyone seems to be in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting!  My head is still spinning; this is happening way more quickly than I had anticipated and now it looks like as soon as I get back from Vancouver after Easter I will have an apartment secured for May 1 and can begin packing in earnest immediately.  I still have a LOT of work to do; particularly what to take with me, what to give to Joe, what to store, what to throw away.  My intent is only to have enough stuff with me to pack into a minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, does this bring back memories of my move to Alberta 15 years ago.  I reduced my entire life up to that point into what I could pack into my car.  I  headed west from Manitoba not really knowing what I was going to end up doing or where I was going to be living.  15 years later, I look back with great appreciation on all the experiences I've gained during my existence in Alberta.  I can't believe some of the things I've done and accomplished nor can I emote strongly enough the bonds I feel to the friends I've made and the communities I've belonged to.  It's all going to be sorely missed.  Then again, I think Vancouver is a natural choice for me; I'm not too far away from friends and family, and a destination for many heading West.  Everyone out there is excited for me and already welcoming me with open arms!  I can only hope that all my friends and family in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta will continue to come out to the coast and stop by for a visit.  You're always welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to move on; time to get some new inspiration, direction, and energy in my life.  Once again, I'm not completely sure what experiences I will find or what I may end up doing out there, but I look at it as the continuation of a journey.  I wish I knew what I was looking for, but I don't, so I must continue to search for it.  I need to leave some things behind, take the best things with me and apply this over a new location and lifestyle.  The adventures that await thrill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on the apartment hunt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4632870392745757451?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4632870392745757451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4632870392745757451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4632870392745757451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4632870392745757451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1565150456257492649</id><published>2009-03-23T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:37:34.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernews!</title><content type='html'>Here is a great take on Twitter...hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN2HAroA12w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1565150456257492649?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1565150456257492649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1565150456257492649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1565150456257492649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1565150456257492649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/supernews.html' title='Supernews!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1144606820036564004</id><published>2009-03-18T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:59:14.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHRC-dL6fI/AAAAAAAADbs/uHM0BCz1DCE/s1600-h/126298-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHRC-dL6fI/AAAAAAAADbs/uHM0BCz1DCE/s400/126298-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314758884329253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 3 at Snatch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1144606820036564004?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1144606820036564004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1144606820036564004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1144606820036564004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1144606820036564004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/eeeek.html' title='Eeeek!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHRC-dL6fI/AAAAAAAADbs/uHM0BCz1DCE/s72-c/126298-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-6393069985262341215</id><published>2009-03-18T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:58:03.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sten 'Stonebridge' Hallstrom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHP17a5faI/AAAAAAAADbk/_iyB3l4Mv60/s1600-h/126015-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHP17a5faI/AAAAAAAADbk/_iyB3l4Mv60/s400/126015-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314757560664423842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night at the Tangerine Supper Club!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-6393069985262341215?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6393069985262341215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=6393069985262341215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6393069985262341215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6393069985262341215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sten-stonebridge-hallstrom.html' title='Sten &apos;Stonebridge&apos; Hallstrom'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ScHP17a5faI/AAAAAAAADbk/_iyB3l4Mv60/s72-c/126015-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4790998454634751859</id><published>2009-03-13T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:12:34.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The One-Straw Revolution</title><content type='html'>Quotes from Masanobu Fukuoka (1913-2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The more people do, the more society develops, the more problems arise. The increasing desolation of nature, the exhaustion of resources, the uneasiness and disintegration of the human spirit, all have been brought about by humanity's trying to accomplish something. Originally there was no reason to progress, and nothing that had to be done. We have come to the point at which there is no other way than to bring about a 'movement' not to bring anything about."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--excerpt from &lt;em&gt;The One Straw Revolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...if modern agriculture continues to follow the path it's on now, it's finished. The food-growing situation may seem to be in good shape today, but that's just an illusion based on the current availability of petroleum fuels. All the wheat, corn, and other crops that are produced on big American farms may be alive and growing, but they're not products of real nature or real agriculture. They're manufactured rather than grown. The earth isn't producing those things... petroleum is!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;em&gt;Mother Earth News&lt;/em&gt; interview, 1982&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4790998454634751859?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4790998454634751859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4790998454634751859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4790998454634751859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4790998454634751859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-straw-revolution.html' title='The One-Straw Revolution'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5662540335130248241</id><published>2009-03-13T08:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:07:24.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Cramer We Berate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SbpzEXh8c8I/AAAAAAAADbE/Wg2CENNKV1U/s1600-h/0312stewart188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SbpzEXh8c8I/AAAAAAAADbE/Wg2CENNKV1U/s320/0312stewart188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312685229309981634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, was Jon Stewart good last night!  I am SO impressed how Jon prepared for the show; he seized the opportunity while Jim Cramer was there to basically express how people are feeling towards the financial architects of the massive ponzi scheme that has created the mess we're in.  Cramer was unfortunately the whipping boy of this tirade, but he's most likely the best representative of this entire fraudulent system.  Jon realized this and did a very good job of 'blowing off some steam' and definitely making some valid points to which Cramer had a hard time coming back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved his closing comment: "I hope this was as uncomfortable for you to watch as it was to make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is lots of commentary on the evening all over the place if you Google it.  Clips are available on &lt;a href="http://www.thecomedynetwork.ca"&gt;The Comedy Network&lt;/a&gt; in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5662540335130248241?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5662540335130248241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5662540335130248241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5662540335130248241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5662540335130248241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-cramer-we-berate.html' title='In Cramer We Berate'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SbpzEXh8c8I/AAAAAAAADbE/Wg2CENNKV1U/s72-c/0312stewart188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7025564703099498306</id><published>2009-03-03T11:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:19:14.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimano Di2</title><content type='html'>Here's the first look at the Di2, out in retail locations in the next few weeks.  For how much $$$?  You know it's going to be a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://video.bicycling.com/embed/content/5CSLK71Y8H2SCS57" width="420" height="385" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7025564703099498306?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7025564703099498306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7025564703099498306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7025564703099498306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7025564703099498306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/shimano-di2.html' title='Shimano Di2'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-8316768429202256898</id><published>2009-02-23T12:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:52:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Hockey Sticks</title><content type='html'>Oh exponential growth, how you blow our minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDEe0Ai6lTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDEe0Ai6lTM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first (and most likely last) time I reference Glenn Beck on this blog, since the guy drives me nuts most of the time, but he's right to be very alarmed and ensure that as many people hear what he's saying as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If charts like this one and the one produced by Al Gore for the increase of CO2 levels in the atmosphere don't scare the bejesus out of you, then maybe the fact that there are many other exponential growth 'hockey sticks' all occurring at the same time (that would be right now) will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in uncharted territory, folks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://universaljellyfish.blogspot.com"&gt;Universal Jellyfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1970s, World Bank economist Herman Daly wrote &lt;em&gt;Steady-State Economics&lt;/em&gt; to outline the future of ecological economics. Daly makes a distinction between 'sustainable growth', which is 'impossible', and 'sustainable development', which is natural. "The larger system is the biosphere and the subsystem is the human economy," says Daly. "We can develop qualitatively, but we cannot grow beyond the biosphere's limits."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are dying of consumption," says Peter Dauvergne, sustainability advisor at UBC and author of &lt;em&gt;The Shadows of Consumption&lt;/em&gt;. "The unequal globalisation of the costs of consumption is putting ecosystems and billions of people at risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To honestly achieve a "sustainable" economy, humanity must step through a paradigm shift, as profound as the transition in the sixteenth century when Copernicus showed that the Earth is not the centre of the universe. Likewise, ecology teaches us that humanity is not the centre of life on the planet. Just as the Pope's henchmen refused to look through Galileo's telescope, some economists avoid looking out the window to see what keeps humanity alive: photosynthesis, precious materials, and concentrated energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner or later," as ecologist David Abram puts it, "technological civilisation must accept the invitation of gravity and settle back … into the rhythms of a more-than-human Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;“The greatest shortcoming of the human race is the inability to understand the exponential function.” - Dr. Albert Bartlett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-8316768429202256898?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8316768429202256898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=8316768429202256898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8316768429202256898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/8316768429202256898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-of-hockey-sticks.html' title='Lots of Hockey Sticks'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4236360654792597660</id><published>2009-02-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:09:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Knew - Chris Lake feat. Nastala</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07-gOUSX1Ug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07-gOUSX1Ug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fantastic tune from Chris Lake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4236360654792597660?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4236360654792597660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4236360654792597660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4236360654792597660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4236360654792597660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-knew-chris-lake-feat-nastala.html' title='If You Knew - Chris Lake feat. Nastala'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-7343734618499955360</id><published>2009-01-31T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:12:30.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Course</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting around to watching Chris Martenson's "Crash Course".  It's fascinating and horrifying all at the same time.  A must see for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I0WuQ5-t3xM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I0WuQ5-t3xM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-7343734618499955360?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7343734618499955360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=7343734618499955360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7343734618499955360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/7343734618499955360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/crash-course.html' title='Crash Course'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2604649041881817722</id><published>2009-01-31T13:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:10:07.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Container Ship</title><content type='html'>Amazing video of the building of the world's largest container ship (Emma Maersk) in the Maersk shipyards in Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17bK_UflhT4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17bK_UflhT4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2604649041881817722?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2604649041881817722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2604649041881817722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2604649041881817722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2604649041881817722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/building-container-ship.html' title='Building a Container Ship'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-6890929468784942285</id><published>2009-01-30T12:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:57:45.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggard and his Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/js/2.0/video/evp/module.js?loc=dom&amp;vid=/video/us/2009/01/30/lkl.haggard.sexual.pref.cnn" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Embedded video from &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video"&gt;CNN Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you know what flavor of therapists he's been going to.  "Heterosexual with complications"?  Pul-leaze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of sad.  He's really dug himself into a deep deep hole and will probably be haunted by his denials and self-identified demons for the rest of his life.  Too bad his religion says his natural urges are evil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting that he says he's read that religions are superstitions (presumably he's read Richard Dawkins) and this strengthened his faith.  I hope he finds his true path and direction, and I really hope he can eventually be comfortable with who he really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-6890929468784942285?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6890929468784942285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=6890929468784942285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6890929468784942285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6890929468784942285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/haggard-and-his-demons.html' title='Haggard and his Demons'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-832302219856449729</id><published>2009-01-28T14:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:57:36.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Nieces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SYDUyoBuRHI/AAAAAAAADT8/pN6fV5z7Iw4/s1600-h/n605795490_2461468_184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SYDUyoBuRHI/AAAAAAAADT8/pN6fV5z7Iw4/s400/n605795490_2461468_184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296467127990895730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time visiting with them this weekend.  It's sad to think that if I move to Vancouver this fall I would miss out on them growing up when seeing them evolve and discover is such a positive awesome thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-832302219856449729?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/832302219856449729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=832302219856449729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/832302219856449729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/832302219856449729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-my-nieces.html' title='I Love My Nieces!'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SYDUyoBuRHI/AAAAAAAADT8/pN6fV5z7Iw4/s72-c/n605795490_2461468_184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5847583018977742388</id><published>2009-01-22T15:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:17:00.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Culture of Canadian Frugality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Low debt load will help us weather recession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't save us from recession, but it will certainly reduce the pain. Canada's low debt burden - among governments, businesses and households alike - gives the country a crucial advantage as it heads into what threatens to be a long haul. Backed up by stability in the banking system that has become the envy of many countries, the Canadian advantage is solid enough that even the global recession and financial crisis can't destroy it. “The advantage is fundamental. It's not cyclical,” said Sherry Cooper, chief economist at BMO Nesbitt Burns. “Nobody can take away the fact that Canadians are far less burdened,” both compared with other countries, especially the US, and compared with their own past. At the heart of the global recession is the fact that the US government, financial institutions, households and companies lived way beyond their means for a long time. The effects of too much debt are being felt everywhere. But since Canada's governments, financial institutions, households and companies aren't facing the same high debt problems, the country doesn't have to fix those problems to muddle through. “So much of what is happening in the United States is because of the credit freeze. There's no comparison here. Canada is in a far better condition,” Cooper said. The Canadian economy can't go so far as to claim it's not being “bothered” by the global recession. After all, it is contracting, too. The pain is mounting in many industries, and the ranks of the unemployed are growing. Recovery is a long way off. But Canada's reduced exposure to the unseemly debt loads at the heart of the crisis will stand us in good stead, economists say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious Canadian advantage is government debt load. After fighting down the deficit in the 1990s, the federal government has been able to pay off more than $100B in debt in the past decade, and most provinces have vastly improved their books as well. Not so in the rest of the world. The US deficit has ballooned and Japan's is enormous. While most European countries have kept their debts under control, Canada's total debt burden is still lower. As Ottawa and the provinces ready themselves to spend billions in an attempt to mitigate the recession, Canada can well afford to do so. “The debt [burden] gives us lots of room to manoeuvre. This is the time to raise it,” said Andrew Sharpe, executive director of the Centre for the Study of Living Standards. “We've built up this big advantage, so let's use it. But wisely.” The Canadian banking sector has also gained international recognition for its ingrained conservatism. While major banks around the world have toppled and have required government bailouts, Canadian banks remain somewhat profitable and well capitalized. Unlike their global competitors, they are still lending, and are able to raise money in financial markets, albeit at steep prices. The corporate sector, as a whole, has been equally thrifty and conservative. Debt levels are low, and companies generally have high cash balances at the ready - useful for plugging holes due to sudden collapses in revenue that could well hit in the next few quarters. As corporate income surged over the past few years, economists were worried that Canadian companies weren't putting their newfound bounty to good use, by leveraging it for further expansion. Now, the companies' tight fists seem to be paying off. Canadian consumers have shown a similar conservative attitude toward debt. While US homeowners were using their houses as ABMs, and buying homes with spurious loans, Canada also experienced a housing boom and embraced the US practice of borrowing against our houses to finance consumption. But mortgages here were not nearly as high risk. Housing prices are now falling, but not to the extent as in the US or Britain.&lt;br /&gt;(Globe and Mail 090122)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Canada has always been the voice of moderation and reason, internally and internationally.  What in our culture makes this such a fundamental virtue of being Canadian?  First of all, we're not as rich as some others and know that saving for a rainy day is something still somewhat admirable.  We also plan ahead...the fact that if you're caught unprepared in our climate, you could potentially die does not go unheeded; in fact, I think it is deeply embedded in our collective psyche.  I think that's where the frugality comes from.  We may not be the life of the party acting like there's no tomorrow when times are good, but we also avoid the worst of the hangover when reality comes crashing down on us the following day, and have enough of our faculties to properly clean up the mess because we planned ahead a little bit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5847583018977742388?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5847583018977742388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5847583018977742388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5847583018977742388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5847583018977742388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/culture-of-canadian-frugality.html' title='The Culture of Canadian Frugality...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1751038796768823822</id><published>2009-01-21T12:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:58:57.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of the Poisoned West</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tar sands smog seen worsening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollution will continue to plague Alberta's oil sands despite plans to pipe harmful greenhouse gases deep underground, according to documents obtained by the Toronto Star. Part of the task of cleaning up the oil sands involves capturing carbon dioxide emissions and storing them in geological reservoirs in western Canada. But chemicals linked to acid rain, respiratory problems and ozone depletion could escape into the atmosphere at an even faster rate, thanks to an estimated tripling of production from one million barrels a day in 2007 to 3.4 million barrels a day in 2017. That could occur despite proposed national caps on air contaminants. By capturing about 200 megatonnes a year of carbon dioxide, sequestration (as carbon dioxide storage is known) is expected to reduce greenhouse gas emissions by almost 80% in 2017, says an Environment Canada study obtained under the Access to Information Act. But, the study notes, "there are emissions of CO2 and air contaminants resulting from the generation of the energy required by (carbon capture and storage) facilities. The CO2 emissions offset the volumes captured by the facilities, while the air contaminant emissions add to the load on the environment." The June 2008 study predicts emissions of sulphur dioxide, the main ingredient in acid rain, will rise by up to 34% by 2017. Nitrous oxides - responsible for ozone layer depletion - will rise by up to 24%. Ozone depletion is linked to higher rates of skin cancer, among other health problems. Tiny particulate matter is set to jump by more than 60% in the oil sands and could lead to hazy skies and aggravate existing lung and heart problems. "It is dirty oil for any number of reasons, and it's not just carbon dioxide, " said Rick Smith, executive director of Environmental Defence, which has researched the links between oil sands production and health problems. "It's very clear that we need to turn our attention to those other types of pollutants or else it's going to be a disaster in the future." &lt;br /&gt;(Toronto Star 090121)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1751038796768823822?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1751038796768823822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1751038796768823822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1751038796768823822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1751038796768823822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-of-poisoned-west.html' title='Heart of the Poisoned West'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5703531630499988491</id><published>2009-01-21T12:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:58:44.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak Demand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Slump raises spectre of peak oil demand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil demand may never return to growth in the US, Europe and parts of Asia, easing the strain on long-term supplies and prices as emerging countries burn ever more fuel. The surge in oil to a record near US$150 a barrel last year heightened concern the world will run out of crude and supply will start to dwindle--a theory known as "peak oil." Now a deepening recession and oil price collapse have raised the issue of whether demand, not supply, is nearing its peak. US February crude, which expired Tuesday, settled up $2.23 at $38.74 a barrel, while March crude fell $1.73 to $40.84 a barrel. London Brent fell 88 cents to settle at $43.62. "There is a reasonable likelihood that OECD oil demand has peaked," said Peter Davies, former chief economist at BP who was in charge of preparing BP's annual Statistical Review of World Energy, a standard reference work. Among OECD economies, the US had sustained robust oil demand growth due to an expanding economy and less focus on conservation, while western Europe and Japan were posting declines. US patterns could be about to change as the recession erodes consumption. By the time rich countries return to economic growth, their efforts to use less oil and slow the impact of global warming could be taking hold. However, the peaking of OECD demand will not choke off growth in oil consumption worldwide for the foreseeable future as emerging economies expand and billions of people seek to improve their living standards. "The West no longer rules the world," said a senior oil executive who requested anonymity. "Whatever the OECD is doing, it will not prevent worldwide energy consumption from growing, due to emerging country growth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Gary Dirks, president of BP for Asia-Pacific, said it is impossible to tell how much deeper oil prices will fall this year as demand for energy shrinks for at least the next 12 months. He also warned that decisions to delay investment in "diverse" energy sources because of the current global economic downturn will create a "black hole" in international energy supplies in years to come. "Big energy projects take 10 years. If we see a pause in investment today, we will not see the impact for 10 years," said Dirks at the Asian Financial Forum in Hong Kong. His comments echo fears expressed by the International Energy Agency, which said last year long-term energy supplies are insufficient. The IEA estimated $26-trillion will have to be invested between now and 2030 to avoid a crisis. Even that level of investment might not be high enough, Dirks said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, Deutsche Bank said in a report that the crude-oil market needs more speculators to help stabilize prices six months after the traders were blamed for pushing the commodity up to its record highs last year. A lack of liquidity is distorting prices, particularly for near-term delivery, amid an oversupply of oil at Cushing, OK, said analysts led by Paul Sankey in New York in the Deutsche Bank report dated yesterday. This is sending the "wrong" price signals to refiners and producers. "We clearly have a fundamentally imbalanced market, with far too much crude, that needs to be resolved," the analysts said. "We need more market activity to correct these issues, but for technical, political and financial reasons, the liquidity of the market has dried up and the long-term price of oil is partly distorted." Analysts added, "We are now in an over-supplied bust cycle, and we need lower prices either to encourage demand or decrease supply. Production cuts by the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries haven't helped enough because lower oil prices haven't spurred an increase in demand." &lt;br /&gt;(National Post, Calgary Herald 090121)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5703531630499988491?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5703531630499988491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5703531630499988491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5703531630499988491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5703531630499988491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/peak-demand.html' title='Peak Demand?'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3472689267216842016</id><published>2009-01-21T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:43:36.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>Argh!  Of course, after a painful decision to finally buy my flights for the spring, Air Canada comes out with a sale three days later.  I could've saved $100 on the flight to Vancouver!  Grr....I'm going Westjet for the first time in, like, ten years and had to pay higher prices because their 'by demand' pricing was continuously going up after I missed the preliminary sale (at about the same price the AC tickets are going for today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3472689267216842016?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3472689267216842016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3472689267216842016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3472689267216842016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3472689267216842016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-1890945732800247513</id><published>2009-01-15T20:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:50:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gcf_ys8D4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gcf_ys8D4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Kass sucking on some yellow snow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-1890945732800247513?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1890945732800247513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=1890945732800247513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1890945732800247513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/1890945732800247513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/messed-up.html' title='Messed Up'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4285874553086777114</id><published>2009-01-06T14:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:39:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind - the next frontier</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Revolution In The Air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hornung is on a one-man mission to turn Canada into a wind-energy superpower. The head of the Canadian Wind Energy Association, Hornung says he doesn't see why Canada can't follow in the footsteps of European countries that generate a substantial slice of their electricity from wind: 20% in Denmark, 13% in Spain, and just under 10% in Germany. Hornung wants Canada to set a national target of having 20% of its electricity from wind power by 2025, or about the same amount now generated from nuclear plants. "It's not a goal that's unrealistic, at least from the perspective of what other jurisdictions are thinking about," he says. It may not be unrealistic, but it's a definite stretch from where Canada is now. Despite having a huge land mass and some of the world's best sites for turning the energy in wind into electricity - particularly along the Atlantic, Pacific and Great Lakes coastlines and on the Prairies - Canada has been a laggard when it comes to installing wind turbines. Last year, it reached a relatively modest milestone, as wind power met 1% of the country's electricity demand for the first time. But despite wind's minute contribution to Canada's energy mix, it may be poised for a breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sign that a dramatic expansion could be in the offing is that whenever provinces put out tenders for new wind farms, they're swamped by offers to build them. One reason wind's moment may have come is environmental, because it's an electricity source that doesn't release large amounts of greenhouse gases. Wind farms, if used to offset fossil fuels, offer huge long-term emission reductions. Wind is also an ideal electricity source for a country such as Canada with many hydroelectric dams. The reason: Wind is highly variable, creating the need for backup power sources flexible enough to be turned on and off as needed to meet demand. It's hard to ramp up and down a nuclear reactor or a coal-fired plant, but far easier to change the rate at which electricity is made at a dam. The two power sources also complement each other because wind output is greatest in winter, when wind speeds are faster in Canada, and the air - because it is cold - is most dense, allowing turbines to wring out extra watts. This wintertime gain is a benefit for a utility with hydro capacity because reservoirs are at their seasonal ebb due to low river flows. Despite wind's obvious greenhouse-emission benefits, the power source isn't completely free of environmental controversy. Many influential national environmental groups, such as the David Suzuki Foundation, are vocal supporters. Yet community groups often object to wind turbines, worried about such issues as risks for birds and bats. Many opponents also object to the aesthetics of the massive turbines, with their blades the length of jet wings and towers the height of office buildings. &lt;br /&gt;(Globe and Mail 090106)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Canada really needs to take a leading role in alternative energy.  There's no reason why we can't or won't other than lack of leadership at the top to commit to it.  We have so much potential, it seems ridiculous that we continue to use traditional energy sources that are running out and getting more expensive when there is so much potential on the other side!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4285874553086777114?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4285874553086777114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4285874553086777114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4285874553086777114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4285874553086777114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wind-next-frontier.html' title='Wind - the next frontier'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-770668371780401789</id><published>2009-01-06T00:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:17:28.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terabytes</title><content type='html'>It's almost inconceivable -- that today I obtained my first terabyte of hard disk data storage.  I needed to get an external drive to move all my music onto and was planning on getting 500GB but found a good deal on a 750GB unit.  In addition to the 250GB hard drive on the computer (which was full and initiated the purchase in the first place), that makes for a whole lotta data potential.  My first home Windows PC in 1995 had 1.6GB -- humungous for that time.  I couldn't believe I'd ever be able to fill it when I bought it.  A terabyte back then was for supercomputers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never ceases to amaze me how everything grows and evolves and becomes powerful and interactive.  I'm such an old fart already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-770668371780401789?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/770668371780401789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=770668371780401789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/770668371780401789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/770668371780401789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/terabytes.html' title='Terabytes'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2320577526998821523</id><published>2009-01-03T12:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:56:50.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Good As It Gets</title><content type='html'>My fantasy come true...well, except for the potential criminality part.  This guy sure seized opportunity when it was presented to him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67h1EWiADDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67h1EWiADDA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2320577526998821523?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2320577526998821523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2320577526998821523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2320577526998821523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2320577526998821523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As Good As It Gets'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3026479619520191268</id><published>2008-12-29T12:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:15:22.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is in the air - Can you sense it?  Can you believe it?  Can you do it?</title><content type='html'>Well, another frantic holiday season is coming and going, and the dark clouds of larger issues remain despite all attempts at overconsumption, distraction and amusement.  It's been interesting to have conversations with a wide variety of people over the past few weeks hypothesizing on what's in store for us as individuals, regions, nations, and cultures in 2009 and onward.  Many people seem to believe that things will start recovering and that we'll be able to merrily carry on as we have for the past x years after the inconvenient bumps in the economic and ecological roads are passed and subsequently forgotten.  A tenacious minority continue to believe that we're still being fed only a small portion of the truth as to the scale and spread of the problems we're facing and that things are going to continue getting markedly worse as we go forward into the new year.  Any turnarounds that appear to be the recovery will be short-lived and temporary in the irreversible decline of our economy to a more reasonably-scaled and sustainable level, that is if the timing of everything goes right, otherwise it might end up at a level far below that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am one of many who doesn't really know what to do next.  Everyone is maintaining a 'sit-and-wait' position because indicators are giving no clear suggestion of what would be the best course to take to recover income and investments lost, retain gainful employment, effectively steward our environment and set ourselves up for an economic reality in the future that may not look like anything we have been accustomed to and have accepted as normal and real over the past half-century.  There is no will by any institutional leadership to tell the truth like it is...there is too much perceived power loss at stake therefore it is just easiest to maintain the status quo as long as possible until it is obvious that there are problems.  By that time the leaders hope they are long gone from their prominent positions that someone else has to take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that our situation is complicated and convoluted.  There is also no doubt that what we're facing collectively from an economic, ecologic, social and cultural standpoint is something as a species and civilization we've never had to deal with before -- at least not at the unprecedented scale of integrated global activity and consequence we see today.  Things just can't be contained in a nation or region anymore.  A ripple in the water in one area affects the whole pond now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've been going through an existential crisis of sorts for the past few months.  I've been reading many differing viewpoints on what we might be heading into in the future for quite a few years now (thank you INTERNET - the best thing we've invented since the bicycle) and it seems to me that many of the viewpoints that were formerly considered to be on the pessimistic side of things (and were considered doom-and-gloom nonsense at the time) are now coming to fruition.  This is why I think the more critical thinkers who are the ones that are bringing the more dour side of analysis to light are the ones that are probably confronting the truth more honestly than the talking heads who are only spokespeople for those who have the most to lose by leaving the status quo behind and finding a way forward that is more sustainable, humane and socially- and culturally-relevant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A helpful way to look at the big picture is to realize that none of what has been stated as reality is neither doom-and-gloom or dour; it's simply the way things are.  Happy or sad endings have no bearing on reality.  It's just that humans don't like bad news and we are resistant to change because it is uncomfortable and risky, and we don't like either of those things.  By denying that certain things are actually occurring or that they aren't monumentally challenging is only making matters worse because the conclusion is unrealistic; this can be very dangerous if we're at a point in time where there's no turning back or we lose control of the situation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the ecological problems we face today.  It all boils down to too many people consuming too much stuff too quickly.  This is taking an unprecedented toll on the global ecosystem because the changes are happening much too quickly for the natural systems and cycles to absorb and adapt to.  As we technologically progress, we also find ways to monitor, measure and trend the things that are happening much more accurately, thus the information we have uncovers realities about our effects on our planet and the consequences of our behaviours in the past and present that we most likely had no awareness of even a few years ago or that were downplayed at the time because an accurate understanding of the scope wasn't fully realized at the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if over-population, over-consumption and over-growth are the overriding issues effectively causing all other issues, why are we so afraid to have honest wide-scale dialogue about them?  We cling to what we deem familiar reality even if it might kill us and everything else in the process.  Talk about psychopathological addiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is hard for some people to accept theories of climate change as being realistic because they are basing their understanding of the world on things that were considered fact and proof only a few years or decades ago (or were sorely lacking in understanding) but no longer apply or are no longer accurate because techniques for substantiating proof for one theory over another have become much more accurate and plentiful enough to substantiate one belief over another.  This allows for acceptance and indoctrination of new beliefs different than what was understood as reality not very long ago.  In human scales when considering technological advance and accumulation of knowledge, 30 years is a huge period of time, but in biological, meteorological and geological scales, this is merely a blip in the passage of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is almost complete unanimity among climatologists, paleontologists and biologists (um? hello? the experts talking here?) that anthropomorphic climate change is well on the way to radically changing the surface of the planet, why are there still those that deny it is happening?  We should be far past this conversation already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural acceptance of something is also heavily based on the belief system of the people who have the power.  Since the 1970s the media, political and economic leaders have been the ones who have maintained that unregulated free markets and an unrestricted economic growth model will decide what's best for the common good of humanity and the planet.  It is only recently that we have collectively realized that maybe this model isn't perfect; that due to our growth and numbers we are reaching limits in many areas and that restrictions to growth are soon going to be inevitable.  It is only recently that we have begun to realize that the economic systems we've had in place for well over a century were designed when limits to what the planet could provide free-of-charge were inconceivable.  The entire system is built on the foundation that there are no limits (other than labour, right Adam Smith?) and somehow we're able to grow infinitely in a system that is effectively a closed one.  Flawed from the start, but designed at a time when the consequences were minimal.  And these tenets were taken as the undeniable truth.  Not so much anymore, eh?  It's hard for some people to grasp reality when the foundations have been shaken out from right underneath them.  There are some new variables that desperately need to be written into the equation now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a grassroots understanding of these fundamental flaws and that the only way to go forward is to re-vamp the rules we use to play the game, however the ones holding all the cards are the ones who are most heavily invested in ensuring that things remain the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporatism is sociopathological, psychopathological, and anti-human and the sooner we collectively realize this, the better.  We have sacrificed so much of who we are and what we have as common heritage and birthright in order to achieve a perceived sense of security, bounty, power, control, and benevolence.  The foundations for this path were laid many, many years ago.  But is it too late to clean up the mess and alter course before the planet takes care of everything in its own way in its unyielding movement towards equilibrium?  History carries on; it doesn't care whether anything in the path towards balance flourishes or flounders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Systems theory states that as a system gets more specialized and complex, it loses flexibility and resiliency in addition to becoming more entropic.  This is very poignant to what you see happening with the financial system problems and credit crunch.  The system has become more and more dependent on geopolitical stability and consistent energy supplies at low costs in order to properly function.  The oil price spike of last summer was probably the needle that poked the hole in the latest balloon, thus causing spectacular systemic deflation although the bubble occurring in the first place is the underlying issue.  For the past fifteen years our economy has gone from one bubble to the next in order to prop up and sustain a faltering system that has a definite end point just a little bit longer.  As we start over the side of undependable and fluctuating energy supplies, too many mouths to feed, and an entitled expectation of being able to get whatever we want whenever we want from a vast global production line, the system itself becomes undependable, erratic, and potentially terminal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be akin to a couple of examples -- first, a natural one -- the polar bear.  As much as I hate to see what is happening to this majestic species, they are extremely specialized and dependent on a stable ecosystem in one particular cycle of states.  With the lack of ability for much adaptation, the demise of their stable environment will be closely followed by the demise of the species itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A technological example would be our insatiable desire for miniaturization of electronics.  The parts that make up these components become more and more energy and production intensive to design, create, run, and distribute, and they have shorter and shorter lifespans because as one part fails, there is no resilience or redundancy in the system whatsoever and they suddenly become very expensive but effective paperweights or doorstops as soon as the weakest component in the unit fails.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what's wrong with that?" say the proponents.  "Just buy another one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the big argument points of the intelligentsia today.  Considering the natural world or the financial system or many of our social constructs, some believe we are far past tipping points in many areas with our only recourse to try to clean up some of the mess before everything falls apart; others believe we still have time to act to minimize the effects of our destructive ways.  The argument is ridiculous.  I don't think it really matters - either way, isn't affecting creative, thoughtful change (as opposed to panicked, reactive solutioning) modeling natural systems that have endured for eons going to be better move in the long run?  Should we not collectively accept that prudent action is better than no action at all, no matter how dire the situation has become, whether it is obvious to us or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this all from a privileged narcissistic Western viewpoint.  The people and societies of the Third World have been facing the realities of environmental and economic degradation for decades.  Very few people will associate the resource-driven and culturally-divided upheavals in Africa and the Middle East for the past few decades to the fact that the foundations of our existence as a civilization have been deteriorating for some time now.  The West has largely dictated the direction of this ship for the entire planet since the eras of colonialism and merchantilism.  The past few decades have seen the trajectory of this activity and growth start to go exponential with worldwide impacts.  It's only because the Third World (yet another Western construct) is more vulnerable and less elastic to these losses that it is happening to them first.  In the 1960s and 1970s, the nations of Africa were players in the game of international energy and economic distribution and consumption but since then they have been priced out and have been forced to fold their cards.  The Western nations forget about them because they aren't at the table anymore so they are forced to deal with the horrific after-effects on their own.  What we see happening there should be a harbinger of things to come for us soon if we don't take action to change the things that are fundamentally flawed and/or unaccounted for in our civilization.  It's only a matter of time before we will see similar problems in the 'civilized, affluent' Western societies.  We need to find a better, more equitable, more sustainable, more humanitarian, more representational way to do things going forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What truly brings value and joy to human existence?  Is it unyielding consumerism?  Unending growth and transformation of our natural ecosystems? Is it one-upmanship on everyone else?  Or is it our social connections?  The way we negotiate our relationships with the people closest to us?  The people that we love, the people that love us, the communities we are involved in that we have a desire to foster and nurture because healthy communities mean healthy people?  The natural world and all the beauty, harshness, and awe it provides us while keeping us alive?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When considering our communities and our natural environments that sustain us, we are part of them and they part of us whether we want it to be that way or not.  To make them better only makes us better.  The hollow pursuit of material gain, hoarding and collection, and concentration of wealth is a misallocated zero-sum game and certainly not one of the central things that bring us identity, meaning, joy and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot of writing to get to a few points.  I think many of us that are curious and critically analytical probably understand everything that I've just written.  We also have a uneasy feeling and an sense of realization that things just aren't right anymore.  What does that mean exactly?  What is 'right'?  Our belief that the way we've done things previously was the correct and justified way to achieve our end goals?  I think we can all agree we have a sense that the tried-and-true that has worked rather well in the past isn't going to cut it going forward.  We are constantly running faster and faster just to maintain our current position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is trying to make sense of it all on a personal level.  I've said many times that we are individually intelligent but collectively we're incredibly dense.  In that light, I've also realized that there is no comfort (to me anyways) to depend on anyone else or any other institution to attempt to get myself to a point where I feel things are on the right path again.  As I had stated earlier, I've found 2008 to be a very difficult year from an existential standpoint because I have been going through a renaissance of sorts, starting to realize that everything I understood as being acceptable and desirable in the past (and what I thought would make me happy) may be a complete ruse/deception or at least not the best way to approach life.  The system indoctrinated me into believing that achieving this or that is what defined me as successful or as a contributing citizen therefore not meeting these narrow criteria meant I was not as valuable as another person playing the same game in the same system.  It is only over the past few years that I've realized that those criteria are effectively what are the source of the problem and that what is deemed as success in our society is the opposite of (or at least conflicts with) those things that we accept bring us the most happiness and fulfillment as human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing that what brings me the most happiness are the intangibles -- maintaining my relationships with my family and my friends.  Achieving personal excellence and satisfaction in my hobbies.  Hearing the song of sparrows and bluebirds while on a bike ride in Springbank or the Bow Valley with no vehicles or subdivision building sites around.  The smell of fall while running along the Elbow River.  The deafening silence of a windless winter night and the unbelievable expanse of stars in complete darkness when visiting the family farm in Manitoba.  Crossing the finish line at a race after putting my best effort into it.  A picture-perfect summer day at a lake or park.  A song that puts shivers down my spine and makes me want to dance.  Doing work or completing commitments that are self-satisfying and I know are making a positive difference for myself, others or the world in general.  These are the things that make me happy and fulfill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems simple to achieve these things, but I think I speak for many of us when considering that the system is on an incessant path to tear them all down, we obviously have got something wrong that needs to be corrected.  To realize that everything you accepted as normal is precisely what is taking joy and fulfillment out of your life is a hard pill to swallow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I want 2009 to be a year of reckoning for me.  I've anguished over the things that are wrong in my life for so long now that my friends don't want to listen to me talk about them anymore.  It is time to put my words into action.  We're all going through the same shit and only positive changes are going to be heralded as success.  I intend to put the things that don't fulfill me or bring me happiness behind me.  This is certainly going to be a challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, set goals and make plans to achieve those goals.  This approach has worked marvellously in the past specifically in my racing history and could very well be applied to all other facets of my life.  I've noticed that over the past six months I've really lost my way, not been able to define any goals and thusly become more and more lost to the point where I am now - not sure what to do next in almost all facets of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a selfish perspective, things like my career which is based on a corporate model that does not care for my feelings or lack of enthusiasm due to its sociopathic nature need to go, but when considering that the last decade of my life has been an investment into what I'm doing now, it's a truth that certainly takes some actualization and reflection.  Can I simply leave everything I've believed in and worked towards behind me to start something new that I believe will be more fulfilling and inspiring, yet is still fraught with risks and possible failure?  Time to start gambling, taking some chances.  I know I've never felt as little commitment or pleasure in what I've been doing in my career as I do at this particular point in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To absorb all of this takes time.  I'm still a hairless ape deep down that is slow to change and the older I get the slower it gets.  The problem is that I might not have much time to change before I'm forced to change.  I'd rather have some control over the outcomes on a personal level than to have them dictated to me, and I think that's the mantra we all need to accept to affect the changes that are desperately required personally and collectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, change is a challenge but almost always results in a better outcome than theorized and certainly forces me to reflect on what I've done and what I'm about to do rather than become complacent with what I'm doing in the present and not think about the consequences of my decisions and how they might be affecting me in the present and the future.  Especially if during the whole ordeal I'm not satisfied, happy, or fulfilled.  What the hell am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The career thing scares me.  I know I need a change if only for my mental state, yet I don't know what I want to do next.  I could stay in I.T. but it would need to be in a capacity that is much more locally focused and team-oriented.  I am trying to figure things out with that perspective in mind and have yet to figure out what to do.  Eventually I will get the impetus to soul-search in earnest; I guess I just haven't gotten to that point of desperation yet.  Part of me thinks that holding on to what I'm doing now in this time of confusion and insecurity is the most prudent thing to do until something clearly signals that a shift is mandatory (I also have a sense that if things get worse, a nice layoff package would be in the equation, but there's that ridiculous sense of entitlement rearing its ugly head again!).  I also now that my distaste towards what I'm doing now is affecting a lot of other aspects of my life.  It's not just the career either, there are a lot of interconnected things in my life that require some change, modification, or complete rebuild.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get my head around the risks associated with this type of hesitant thinking too....look at how our reluctance to see early signs of environmental degradation for what they are have gotten us to our current situation.  I'd rather be (and up to now always have been) on the front-side of change when change was required because I took the signs seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level and all levels above, I don't think the writing on the wall has been more clear.  It's time to get involved with a community garden and re-learn how to grow fresh produce, time to 'consume', participate in, and support all things local and regional rather than national or global.  Time to eat less meat.  Time to consider waste as a part of the consumption cycle rather than an afterthought of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this season of reflection, there is no better time to make plans, set goals and work towards a higher level of consciousness, a better, more effective way of doing things and approaching life.  I plan to make 2009 a very important year for myself by moving myself onto a better path towards self-actualization and fulfillment shaped by the things I deem important in my life.  Instead of wallowing in self-pity and despair causing inaction, I plan to effect change rather than wait for it to happen to me against my will.  I know myself and everything around me will be better off for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you all as you pursue figuring out your own path in this time of madness.  Make 2009 the year you empowered yourself and realized there are much better ways to do things and achieve your goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3026479619520191268?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3026479619520191268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3026479619520191268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3026479619520191268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3026479619520191268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-is-in-air-can-you-sense-it-can.html' title='Change is in the air - Can you sense it?  Can you believe it?  Can you do it?'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-26163037088299444</id><published>2008-12-19T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:02:22.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocky Must Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ_n6WT-1Gs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ_n6WT-1Gs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an annoying piece of shit this is.  That's what makes it the best. alarm. clock. ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-26163037088299444?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/26163037088299444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=26163037088299444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/26163037088299444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/26163037088299444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/clocky-must-die.html' title='Clocky Must Die'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2390777535884127828</id><published>2008-12-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:14:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poignant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Senate to Middle Class: Drop Dead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, December 12th, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could have given the loan on the condition that the automakers start building only cars and mass transit that reduce our dependency on oil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could have given the loan on the condition that the automakers build cars that reduce global warming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could have given the loan on the condition that the automakers withdraw their many lawsuits against state governments in their attempts to not comply with our environmental laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could have given the loan on the condition that the management team which drove these once-great manufacturers into the ground resign and be replaced with a team who understands the transportation needs of the 21st century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they could have given the loan for any of these reasons because, in the end, to lose our manufacturing infrastructure and throw 3 million people out of work would be a catastrophe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, the Senate said, we'll give you the loan only if the factory workers take a $20 an hour cut in wages, pension and health care. That's right. After giving BILLIONS to Wall Street hucksters and criminal investment bankers -- billions with no strings attached and, as we have since learned, no oversight whatsoever -- the Senate decided it is more important to break a union, more important to throw middle class wage earners into the ranks of the working poor than to prevent the total collapse of industrial America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little more than a month to go of this madness. As I sit here in Michigan today, tens of thousands of hard working, honest, decent Americans do not believe they can make it to January 20th. The malaise here is astounding. Why must they suffer because of the mistakes of every CEO from Roger Smith to Rick Wagoner? Make management and the boards of directors and the shareholders pay for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that is heresy to the 31 Republicans who decided to blame the poor, miserable autoworkers for this mess. And our wonderful media complied with their spin on the morning news shows: "UAW Refuses to Give Concessions Killing Auto Bailout Bill." In fact the UAW has given concession after concession, reduced their benefits, agreed to get rid of the Jobs Bank and agreed to make it harder for their retirees to live from week to week. Yes! That's what we need to do! It's the Jobs Bank and the old people who have led the nation to economic ruin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even doing all that wasn't enough to satisfy the bastard Republicans. These Senate vampires wanted blood. Blue collar blood. You see, they weren't opposed to the bailout because they believed in the free market or capitalism. No, they were opposed to the bailout because they're opposed to workers making a decent wage. In their rage, they were driven to destroy the backbone of this country, not because the UAW hadn't given back enough, but because the UAW hadn't given up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that the sitting President has been looking for a way to end his reign by one magnanimous act, just like a warlord on his feast day. He will put his finger in the dyke, and the fragile mess of an auto industry will eke through the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will give the Senate enough time to demand that the bankers and investment sharks who've already swiped nearly half of the $700 billion gift a chance to make the offer of cutting their pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Michael Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2390777535884127828?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2390777535884127828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2390777535884127828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2390777535884127828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2390777535884127828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/poignant.html' title='Poignant'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-6338427889613696355</id><published>2008-12-12T12:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:56:57.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecision Oh-Eh?</title><content type='html'>If you didn't get a chance to watch the hilarious episode of the Daily Show on Monday, here is a &lt;a href="http://watch.thecomedynetwork.ca/the-daily-show-with-jon-stewart/full-episodes/december-8-2008/#clip119658"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know Celine Dion had a sister!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-6338427889613696355?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6338427889613696355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=6338427889613696355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6338427889613696355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/6338427889613696355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/indecision-oh-eh.html' title='Indecision Oh-Eh?'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-672472147412541464</id><published>2008-12-08T23:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:45:59.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Oil and Finance and the Future</title><content type='html'>I was looking back through my posts over the past year and had to laugh a bit at the amount of coverage the oil spike this summer saw vs. coverage of the financial crash and the resulting problems with that.  Neither issue has resulted in anything good and the oil spike is a big part of the trigger that started everything that has happened up until now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still convinced that we are near the max production rates of a lot of things in our civilization and our ecosystem and to add any more population or growth to the whole thing is going start to make things worse, not better.  The oil thing is going to get crazy - big ups, big downs in the price and availability until we can wean off of the stuff, somehow.  We have to really start thinking about making an effort to do things smarter.  We are capable of many great things in very creative and flexible ways; it's unfortunate that the thing that motivates us to take action collectively in the quickest fashion is fear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What baffles me most about the past six months is not that oil has come back down in price with the slowdown of the economy and the lowering of general demand, but how low how quickly the price has gone down.  Is it even possible that before the spike we were paying more than we are now?  Has the economic situation already gotten that bad this quickly that the prices are adjusting accurately, or have speculators taken control of the bottom of this price slide too?  It's all head-spinning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also true there are no winners in this current situation.  As much as I'd still like to buy a house this year with the market softening, most of my marvellous downpayment was dependent on investments that aren't so marvellous anymore.  I may be thankful that I didn't buy in the Calgary market in the past couple of years, but it's quite likely I won't be able to buy in the next two either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, I sure do lead a pretty privileged life.  There's no doubt about that.  I read a story today about life in the shanytowns of Abidjan, Ivory Coast, and how this might be a situation that is going to get more more prevalent and commonplace around the world.  Very scary and sad.  Abidjan was a place that held so much promise when times were good in the 1980s and has very quickly become an economic and environmental nightmare with the capitalists and Western civic and political leaders pulling out and leaving the local and indigenous populations to fend for themselves.  So many unemployed men with nothing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main resolution in 2009 is to change my attitude to the more positive and uplifting one.  It may or may not do anything good, but happy and optimistic is always better than sad and pessimistic, despite what reality throws and you (and what you interpret that reality to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-672472147412541464?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/672472147412541464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=672472147412541464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/672472147412541464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/672472147412541464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts-on-oil-and-finance-and-future.html' title='Thoughts on Oil and Finance and the Future'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-3352259844171704054</id><published>2008-12-08T23:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:23:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eep...the Christmas parties start this week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ST4O1pqJicI/AAAAAAAADII/MVOXn8VhpW8/s1600-h/rhan887l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ST4O1pqJicI/AAAAAAAADII/MVOXn8VhpW8/s400/rhan887l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277672128203295170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-3352259844171704054?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3352259844171704054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=3352259844171704054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3352259844171704054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/3352259844171704054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/eepthe-christmas-parties-start-this.html' title='Eep...the Christmas parties start this week...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/ST4O1pqJicI/AAAAAAAADII/MVOXn8VhpW8/s72-c/rhan887l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-4622196214052849861</id><published>2008-12-08T23:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:19:43.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>I love my Zune!  It rocks!  The software leaves a little to be desired, but you know Microsoft will eventually get that fixed up.  It doesn't like static electricity and it sometimes doesn't handle too many requests at the same time.  These cause the O/S to reboot, which only takes a few seconds. I can't believe I've already got close to 85GB full!  It's awesome and very easy to use.  So portable, so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-4622196214052849861?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4622196214052849861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=4622196214052849861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4622196214052849861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/4622196214052849861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-5612369706501696966</id><published>2008-12-08T14:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:09:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'D' Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jobs: a new storm in the economic crisis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada's job market is being slammed by the worsening US recession, and is now poised for a hit from slumping energy prices. The year-old recession in the US has entered a more serious phase that is likely to drag on for another year, as massive job losses piled up much more quickly than forecast. Over half-a-million jobs disappeared in November, the biggest drop since 1974 and the 11th month in a row for job losses that seem to be picking up speed. The deteriorating job picture is a clear sign, many economists said, that the recession will be worse than expected. "This is almost indescribably terrible," said Ian Shepherdson, chief US economist at High Frequency Economics. "The pace of job losses is accelerating alarmingly." Canada suffered its biggest monthly job losses last month since the recession of 1982 as 70,600 positions disappeared. Ontario's manufacturing sector is taking a direct blow from collapsing demand in the US, claiming about half of the November job losses. Unemployment crept up to 6.3%, still near historical lows but also half a percentage point above the beginning of year. And the US is far from the only weight on Canada's job picture. The services side of the economy, which is more isolated from US demand, also shed 38,000 jobs in the month - a sign that the sources of Canada's economic weakness are not just the US, but also a deceleration in consumer spending, business investment and the housing market, economists said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the silver lining of the current job numbers, the remarkably low unemployment rates in Alberta and Saskatchewan at 3.4% and 3.7%, is at risk. As energy prices fall, Western Canadian companies are scaling back their capital budgets and cancelling and postponing major projects, and some economists are warning that the oil and gas sector will see slumping employment as prices continue to skid. Crude oil prices fell to US$40.81 a barrel in New York yesterday, down 25% on the week and touching their lowest level since December 2004. Prices could fall below $25 if China's economy stumbles and the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries fails to sufficiently rein in production, said economists at Merrill Lynch. And Canada's manufacturing sector's woes are far from over, with more pain to come in the auto sector. General Motors of Canada will lay off 700 employees at its Oshawa, ON, car plant in February amid poor sales and a massive, North America-wide production cutback in the first quarter. On both sides of the Canada-US border, the job numbers added a new level of urgency for leaders already under pressure to take decisive action on the struggling economy. Unless the new US administration acts decisively, the recession risks becoming a more intractable depression, said Peter Morici, economist professor at the University of Maryland. "This was much worse than was expected and represents wholesale capitulation," he said of the job numbers. "The threat of a widespread depression is now real and present." The difference, he explained, is that a recession is self-correcting, while a depression is not. Policy measures can soften the blow or shorten a recession, but generally, recessions resolve themselves on their own. Depressions, on the other hand, require governments to take bold measures to fix the underlying causes. Other economists point out that in the Great Depression, unemployment in the US was running around 30%, and today is 6.7%. No US recession since the 1930s Depression has lasted longer than 16 months, but the current downtown seems destined to eclipse that. &lt;br /&gt;(Globe and Mail, National Post 081206)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;For most of us, this is looking to be the toughest period of economic duress we've ever experienced.  Even the people who have a vested interest in pretending it isn't happening are starting to admit that the worst is coming.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-5612369706501696966?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5612369706501696966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=5612369706501696966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5612369706501696966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/5612369706501696966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-word.html' title='The &apos;D&apos; Word'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14434437.post-2671213298165246555</id><published>2008-12-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:50:27.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Yer Mind Blown</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-9050474362583451279&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14434437-2671213298165246555?l=statusquomustgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2671213298165246555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14434437&amp;postID=2671213298165246555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2671213298165246555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14434437/posts/default/2671213298165246555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://statusquomustgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-yer-mind-blown.html' title='Get Yer Mind Blown'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13376297905063624827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqm0-tpJzc/SSjnXJnarnI/AAAAAAAADFw/fb26whFqv3Y/S220/20070401-184-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
