31 May 2005

Felt on Watergate

Part of being Canadian is learning more about American politics than our own. For example, we all (well most of us) know what the Watergate scandal involved and saw the famous film "All the President's Men" (Robert Redford, Dustin Hoffman). What we didn't know until now was the who the real "Deep Throat" informant was. Former FBI agent W. Mark Felt has now been cast by Vanity Fair magazine in the real-life role of Washington Post reporter Bob Woodward's source.

Check it out:

  • "I'm The Guy They Called Deep Throat"


  • Ex-FBI Official Says He Was 'Deep Throat'


  • 27 May 2005

    My new workplace / home



    Pacific Shores Resort and Spa


    Broughton Street Office

    Cabana Place


    Living in Victoria and working downtown is the best fit I've felt in a long time. Like breathing again after being underwater.

    19 May 2005

    I know how Dagny Taggart felt

    My sister and I went for a walk tonight in the pseudo-middle class neighbourhood around our basement suite. And it finally came out. She feels sorry for me because I rub people the wrong way. "Well you're a very smart person," and "You just talk really fast. You use too many big words," and "You're always talking picking stuff apart and analyzing everything." Lately one of her favourite complaints is that I'm "weird". I told her that I'm aware that my mind moves quickly. That I might not be the coolest kid on the block and certainly not the most popular. She didn't know that I can see the reality of who I am and how I come across to new acquaintances.

    I also told her that my intelligence is one of the things I like about myself. And I'm too old to have an identity crisis every time someone tells me I'm boring, fascinating, pretty, ugly, dainty, short, slender, frail, smart or shallow. I've heard it all and I just don't care. It's very refreshing to realize that you truly don't care what other people think. "But people find you to be a too much sometimes." "Intimidating?" I asked her. "Yeah, it's just too intense for some people." "Good."

    17 May 2005

    Going green on the ballot

    Well, I voted for the Green Party. Just shy of selecting "None of The Above" or officially declining my vote, I decided to choose something viable that wasn't NDP or Liberal. Once I made the decision, it was the first time I felt content since the election hype got into full swing. I knew I would vote YES on the new order of preference voting system. But I felt like I had to choose between the NDP that had broken my province and the Liberals that had eviscerated the people I'd spent years working with in social service roles. I'm not an environmentalist, but I'm definitely taking on the One Tonne Challenge (although it's not too tough since I hate driving and my bus pass is by far cheaper than the combination of gas and a downtown parking pass). And I support the Kyoto Accord, so the vote isn't totally random. Most importantly, I don't feel my vote was wasted. No more than a quiet soprano in a choir.

    14 May 2005

    STV (Single Transferable Vote) system

    Anybody interested in exactly what the referendum tied in to the next election is actually about? Here's a slightly creepy animation that explains it clear as mud.

    The Citizens' Assembly on Electoral Reform:

  • BC-STV in action


  • Why are we undertaking mass confusion?

  • STV: Vote yes


  • (On a side note, take a look at the disturbing "Say Thanks to Tony Blair" link in the sidebar of the Leader article.)

    11 May 2005

    I don't love Emily anymore

    Although the irony of a loner anti-cool persona developing a cult following is not lost on me, I'm no longer a fan of Emily the Strange. I'd forgotten about her for awhile as I've been trying to wash the punk off and fit in with downtown Victoria business people. But browsing black, white and red attire that so recently appealed to me, I can't restore the connection. I still respect her. A nemesis for barbies, brats, princesses and divas everywhere I think the little Goth girl will always have a place in my heart.

    With no real understanding of why, I just don't feel the spark and I don't feel bad about it. Initially she appealed to me because she didn't want to be my friend or help me fit in. I felt betrayed when I bought an Emily wallet and found a shiny new membership card inside - just another clique. But I forgave her. After all, every person wants to find the others they think and look like. People to group with that serve as validation that our way is the right, cool, admirable, interesting way. I just don't want to run with her crowd anymore.

    04 May 2005

    What's in your food?

    Do you read food labels? I do. And I'm not sure it's for the right reasons. I think I may be deluding myself when I dawdle in the dairy isle looking for the healthiest cheese. The more I contemplate the subject, the more I doubt that I'll be able to stave off a heart attack or diabetes with the exact right balance of preservative-ridden packaged chemicals masquerading as food. Yet, in the hopes that I have a chance of resembling a healthy person, I take a multi vitamin, exercise as often as possible and try to restrain myself from flinging the contents of my desk on the floor and running down to the bistro BBQ that wafts up from the street with the sax music.

    No, I think I read food labels for some subconscious sense of control. "If I find a fat-free yogurt that tastes like butterscotch ice cream, I'll get promoted at work and have my new book published." Yes, in addition to looking like a finger-swallowing model, managing the perfect diet can also result in a self-cleaning designer home and a brand new luxury car that never needs maintenance.

    One of the many reasons I love Adbusters is the kinship I find with people who know and dislike the fact that we are all disturbingly manipulated by advertising, marketing and commercial socialization. I'm sick of catching myself worrying about money, trends, clothes and body shape. No wonder I need to manufacture false control.