Thanks for the postcard, KatieBakes, I finally found it, and here it is in my new home.

Thanks for the postcard, KatieBakes, I finally found it, and here it is in my new home.

I don’t really love Margaret Atwood’s writing, but this is well worth listening to for a sense of feminism and the Canadian literary scene in the 1950s and ’60s. “At Coles Bookstore Fifth Business by Robertson Davies was filed in the business section.”


Wikipediaing the origins of the phrase “Friend of Dorothy”

"In the early 1980s, the Naval Investigative Service was investigating homosexuality in the Chicago area. Agents discovered that gay men sometimes referred to themselves as “friends of Dorothy.” Unaware of the historical meaning of the term, the NIS believed that a woman named Dorothy was at the center of a massive ring of homosexual military personnel. The NIS launched an enormous hunt for Dorothy, hoping to find her and convince her to reveal the names of gay servicemembers.”

Sigh.

towerofsleep:

dropouthangoutspaceout:

Elect Rich Whiteman!

This would be more effective if the downtown Conservative candidate wasn’t actually of Chinese Malaysian descent, but still pretty good.

Why does this make me so happy? Why do I laugh every time I think about it?

towerofsleep:

dropouthangoutspaceout:

Elect Rich Whiteman!

This would be more effective if the downtown Conservative candidate wasn’t actually of Chinese Malaysian descent, but still pretty good.

Why does this make me so happy? Why do I laugh every time I think about it?

Okay, I know there are far worse problems to have

but I just Iost the hi-res versions of everything I have  photographed, drawn and recorded in the past year, and it’s going to cost me $200 just to get my machine back with no info (i’m typing this on a 4 year old laptop that doesn’t work unless it’s plugged into the wall.)  I’ve lost at least 5 hoursof untranscribed interviews  that pertain to the current issue of my magazine. 

  I’m aware this is not a tragedy of epic proportions, but it’s incredibly stressful nonetheless, on a strictly personal level. “That’s why you should back up *everything*” or “why didn’t you back up *all* your files” are seriously just the most dickish things you can say to someone who has just had their hard drive and all the info on it die for NO FUCKING REASON.

I know I’m an idiot for only backing up some of my files. Please refrain from being a smughole about it, kay?

/back to crying jags.

HARD DRIVE DIED. LOST 3 TAPED INTERVIEWS AND A WHOLE BUNCH of scanned art half projects/ etc etc…. YES I KNOW I SHOULD BACK UP EVERY DAY. 

FUCK. 

I’m going to cry now and not drink a lot of beer ever though that feels like the right thing to do.

Here’s a not-very-good video to give an idea of the speed of the river.

The Yukon River breakup in Whitehorse. More photos here.

The Yukon River breakup in Whitehorse. More photos here.

lifeaquatic:

twofortheroad:

Kristie Muller

I was just reading the NYer profile of the crazy bitch who invented Spanx. She named her kid Lazer.

This is my favourite kind of New Yorker article. 20,000 words on something I previously thought was completely mundane made compelling through good writing and scrupulous attention to detail. I can’t think of anything I would rather read more right now than a NYer profile on the inventor of Spanx. It wouls satiate my competing desires to be stimulated intellectually but not have my worldview changed radically ( I have two magazines to produce this month and a move 600 km north to arrange, so really, I’m all stocked up on agnst at the moment)
Unfortunately, even though I have a physical subscription to the New Yorker, I have yet to deduce how to get access to articles on the website that require a subscription. It is definitely not intuitive (esp is the sub. is a gift, as mine is (progessive, educated mom FTW!) ), Basically, I want to read this article RIGHT NOW, but it won’t show up in my mailbox for two weeks.

Le Sigh. Le Spanx. Le zar.

lifeaquatic:

twofortheroad:

Kristie Muller

I was just reading the NYer profile of the crazy bitch who invented Spanx. She named her kid Lazer.

This is my favourite kind of New Yorker article. 20,000 words on something I previously thought was completely mundane made compelling through good writing and scrupulous attention to detail. I can’t think of anything I would rather read more right now than a NYer profile on the inventor of Spanx. It wouls satiate my competing desires to be stimulated intellectually but not have my worldview changed radically ( I have two magazines to produce this month and a move 600 km north to arrange, so really, I’m all stocked up on agnst at the moment)

Unfortunately, even though I have a physical subscription to the New Yorker, I have yet to deduce how to get access to articles on the website that require a subscription. It is definitely not intuitive (esp is the sub. is a gift, as mine is (progessive, educated mom FTW!) ), Basically, I want to read this article RIGHT NOW, but it won’t show up in my mailbox for two weeks.

Le Sigh. Le Spanx. Le zar.

(Source: twofortheroad)

Mary Hynes of CBC Radio One’s Tapestry talks to Richard F. Holloway, the former Bishop of Edinburgh for the Scottish Episcopal Church. Holloway’s progressive views caused him to resign from his position in 2000, especially in light of his 1999 book, Godless Morality: Keeping Religion out of Ethics, which makes a very convincing argument that religion often interferes with human impulses towards love and compassion. Holloway now is what most people might call an athiest, but he himself uses the term “after-religionist”.

If you don’t have time to listen to the whole thing, I transcribed some of the best bits here.