Saturday, February 21, 2004
The Soundtrack to Breaking Curfew
(feel free to add your suggestions, Morgan, Mike, I'm looking in your direction)
Fuck the Police-NWA
Let the Beatings Commence-Spazz
Breakin the Law-Judas Priest
Police Truck-Dead Kennedys
Get Up-The Coup w/Dead Prez
Sharpshooters-Dead Prez w/Talib Kweli
Fucking Invincible at 1 Am-The Swarm
Pliant-Left For Dead
Fuck the Commonwealth-The Wankin Family
Bored Youth Anthem-Seperation
Take the Fifth-(young) pioneers
Take the Fifth-Spoon
Pigs Will Pay-Propagandhi
The Mayor is a Robot-Men's Recovery Project w/Le Tigre
Resist Control-Life's Blood/Born Against/Intensity
Sound of Da Police-KRS ONE
Donger-Spazz
(feel free to add your suggestions, Morgan, Mike, I'm looking in your direction)
Fuck the Police-NWA
Let the Beatings Commence-Spazz
Breakin the Law-Judas Priest
Police Truck-Dead Kennedys
Get Up-The Coup w/Dead Prez
Sharpshooters-Dead Prez w/Talib Kweli
Fucking Invincible at 1 Am-The Swarm
Pliant-Left For Dead
Fuck the Commonwealth-The Wankin Family
Bored Youth Anthem-Seperation
Take the Fifth-(young) pioneers
Take the Fifth-Spoon
Pigs Will Pay-Propagandhi
The Mayor is a Robot-Men's Recovery Project w/Le Tigre
Resist Control-Life's Blood/Born Against/Intensity
Sound of Da Police-KRS ONE
Donger-Spazz
When I was 11, I wrote a story about pit ponies. We had just finished a section on local history and we were encouraged to write a story inspired by that section. I choose to write a fictional story about a retired pit pony that I owned. The story later got selected to appear in a book that featured a cross section of writing by students in my school district. A few years later it appeared in a zine, someone had the book and came across my story and re-printed it. Here it is again, albeit without the anatomically incorrect drawing of "my pit pony".
My Pit Pony
My pit pony's name is Dusty because of his old, dusty, brown coat. Dusty has been in the mine for a year or two or maybe more.
The first day I got Dusty I was surprised. It was my 11th birthday. Everybody said that uncle Max, who owns some horse stables, wasn't coming, but to everyone's amazement he came. With him he brought Dusty.
He told me that Dusty was bought from a mine because he was too old to work in the mines. He also said he was too old to race either. Then he said I could have him him. It was wonderful. All the kids came over to see him or feed him or ride him.
Dusty got his dusty coat from the coal falling on his back. His back is very strong from hauling all that coal. He is not healthy though.
When I first got Dusty, he was timid, scared, frightened, and confused. When he first ran he fell a few times. But since then he runs like the wind. When I first saddled him up he wouldn't keep still. Now he is used to the saddle, my weight, and the sun. He runs and jumps when he is grazing and when I saddle him up he stays still.
He coughs from time to time because there is coal in his lungs. Usually I don't take him on long or fast rides or work him had.
If he could talk he would tell me about his dark days in the mine or how he was treated.
I always ride Dusty once a day. He likes to go fast but I try to slow him down because the doctor said if he goes fast, he might be very sick. He also told me to feed him carrots and apples and I do. Sometimes I give hime a special treat and he likes that. He loves me and he knows I love him.
EXHIBIT FUCKING A, this piece of writing with it's awful sentence structure, plot holes you could drive a tank through, and complete ignorance of its own contradictions, shows why students in Nova Scotia fail achievement tests on regular basis. I shouldn't have been "rewarded" for this. However, you do have to let out a little "aahhh" when you get to the part about the coal in his lungs.
end note The next year I had a teacher who owned race horses and when they failed to place, he would threaten to send them to the glue factory.
My Pit Pony
My pit pony's name is Dusty because of his old, dusty, brown coat. Dusty has been in the mine for a year or two or maybe more.
The first day I got Dusty I was surprised. It was my 11th birthday. Everybody said that uncle Max, who owns some horse stables, wasn't coming, but to everyone's amazement he came. With him he brought Dusty.
He told me that Dusty was bought from a mine because he was too old to work in the mines. He also said he was too old to race either. Then he said I could have him him. It was wonderful. All the kids came over to see him or feed him or ride him.
Dusty got his dusty coat from the coal falling on his back. His back is very strong from hauling all that coal. He is not healthy though.
When I first got Dusty, he was timid, scared, frightened, and confused. When he first ran he fell a few times. But since then he runs like the wind. When I first saddled him up he wouldn't keep still. Now he is used to the saddle, my weight, and the sun. He runs and jumps when he is grazing and when I saddle him up he stays still.
He coughs from time to time because there is coal in his lungs. Usually I don't take him on long or fast rides or work him had.
If he could talk he would tell me about his dark days in the mine or how he was treated.
I always ride Dusty once a day. He likes to go fast but I try to slow him down because the doctor said if he goes fast, he might be very sick. He also told me to feed him carrots and apples and I do. Sometimes I give hime a special treat and he likes that. He loves me and he knows I love him.
EXHIBIT FUCKING A, this piece of writing with it's awful sentence structure, plot holes you could drive a tank through, and complete ignorance of its own contradictions, shows why students in Nova Scotia fail achievement tests on regular basis. I shouldn't have been "rewarded" for this. However, you do have to let out a little "aahhh" when you get to the part about the coal in his lungs.
end note The next year I had a teacher who owned race horses and when they failed to place, he would threaten to send them to the glue factory.
"EMO Winter Storm Update
February 19-21, 2004
(Saturday, February 21/04 * 01:00pm (13:00 p.m.) -- In the aftermath of the record snowfall conditions, HRM's Emergency Measures Organization has imposed a second night of curfew on all HRM roads for both pedestrians and motorists from 10 p.m. tonight (Saturday Feb 21/04) until 7 a.m. Sunday morning (Feb 22/04) for all persons not considered emergency or essential services personnel. Those found in violation could be subject to having their vehicle seized and/or could face a fine of up to $1,000 (the fine applies to pedestrians.) HRM has been consistently advising both pedestrians and motorists to remain off the streets and roads to allow snow and ice clearing crews a better opportunity to do their job. Crews are focused on clearing the main arterial and collector roads, transit routes and the remaining residential roads and streets that have not yet been opened. HRM thanks the public for their continuing cooperation."
In Philip's words fuck the pigs.
In other news, I most likely will never tuss again, but for those concerned, I will make sure the only medicinal ingredient will be DM, otherwise I could risk sustain some damge to my liver.
February 19-21, 2004
(Saturday, February 21/04 * 01:00pm (13:00 p.m.) -- In the aftermath of the record snowfall conditions, HRM's Emergency Measures Organization has imposed a second night of curfew on all HRM roads for both pedestrians and motorists from 10 p.m. tonight (Saturday Feb 21/04) until 7 a.m. Sunday morning (Feb 22/04) for all persons not considered emergency or essential services personnel. Those found in violation could be subject to having their vehicle seized and/or could face a fine of up to $1,000 (the fine applies to pedestrians.) HRM has been consistently advising both pedestrians and motorists to remain off the streets and roads to allow snow and ice clearing crews a better opportunity to do their job. Crews are focused on clearing the main arterial and collector roads, transit routes and the remaining residential roads and streets that have not yet been opened. HRM thanks the public for their continuing cooperation."
In Philip's words fuck the pigs.
In other news, I most likely will never tuss again, but for those concerned, I will make sure the only medicinal ingredient will be DM, otherwise I could risk sustain some damge to my liver.
Running around after curfew, hiding behind buildings, ducking behind snow banks, keeping an eye out for the police at all times...what is this Swing Kids?
I like to make fun of the idea of being an entire ethnicity for Halloween. I am sure people take that as me exaggerating things. "Surely noone dresses up as the stereotypical Chinese man servant archetype that existed in the early part of the 19th century" and then I let them know that I saw at least three people dressed that way last Halloween. The only thing that was missing was those people bowing graciously and saying "me so sorry" every time they got in someone's way.
People are typically thoughtless during Halloween. I'm not talking thoughtless like "I continue to forget close friends' birthdays" thoughtless I'm talking "I just asked someone from China if they eat rice every day" thoughtless. I guess maybe allowances should be made for the hallowen lapse in judgement, though I still profess a fondness for culling these dumbasses from the herd.
It's sort of unforgivable when people undergo these lapses of judgement in entirely different and less sympathetic situations. When you're trying to be a middle class academic in a liberal arts program like International Development Studies and you go to a university library and ask one of the people working there if they're from India, when they're actually from Pakistan, and tell them that if they do you a favour you'll make them naan bread, then you’re truly a fucking idiot. Like I said before, it's akin to asking someone who is Asian if they love eating rice.
It's like entering into a room and delivering with apblom a line like "I think every one of the more than a billion women who live in Asia are unattractive" and expecting every one to nod their heads knowingly.
This is not the same thing as forcing people to speak in an Asian accent any time they land on Oriental Avenue in Monopoly.
People are typically thoughtless during Halloween. I'm not talking thoughtless like "I continue to forget close friends' birthdays" thoughtless I'm talking "I just asked someone from China if they eat rice every day" thoughtless. I guess maybe allowances should be made for the hallowen lapse in judgement, though I still profess a fondness for culling these dumbasses from the herd.
It's sort of unforgivable when people undergo these lapses of judgement in entirely different and less sympathetic situations. When you're trying to be a middle class academic in a liberal arts program like International Development Studies and you go to a university library and ask one of the people working there if they're from India, when they're actually from Pakistan, and tell them that if they do you a favour you'll make them naan bread, then you’re truly a fucking idiot. Like I said before, it's akin to asking someone who is Asian if they love eating rice.
It's like entering into a room and delivering with apblom a line like "I think every one of the more than a billion women who live in Asia are unattractive" and expecting every one to nod their heads knowingly.
This is not the same thing as forcing people to speak in an Asian accent any time they land on Oriental Avenue in Monopoly.
