Viral Video: A Pep Talk from Kid President to You

Sometimes we all need a pep talk. This one is awesome!

Song of the Day: Heartbreaker

I sang this song in a dream last night. Now it's stuck in my head.

The Song of the Day is Heartbreaker by Mariah Carey...sigh.

Boy your love's so good
I don't want to let go
And although I know I should
I can't leave you alone
Cause you're so disarming
I'm caught up in the midst of you
And I can not resist

Song of the Day: Dammit

Free. Free is what I am.

The Song of the Day is Dammit by Blink 182

And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview

You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy 
And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay 
The charade it won't last when he's gone I won't come back

Song of the Day: Spanish Sahara

And Scene.

Now that's over, the Song of the Day is Spanish Sahara by Foals.



Leave the horror here
Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and it´s future dust

Song of the Day: Aquarius/Let the Sunshine in

The Mesoamerican Long Count calendar flips over tonight bringing a 5125 year cycle to a close. I am really, really looking forward to the Age of Aquarius...The Ages of Taurus and Pisces didn't really show human beings at their best. Let's hope that we make the leap from bipedal semi-concious ape descendant to enlightened human beings in the new cycle.

Welcome to the next Era. Try not to be a dick during it. Be the change.

The Song of the Day is Aquarius/Let the Sunshine in performed by Steve Carell and the cast of the 40 Year Old Virgin. 

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius!
Aquarius!

Song of the Day: History Repeating

I may be flawed and fucked up, but I'm not generally wrong about shit like this.

The Song of the Day is History Repeating arranged by The Propellerheads featuring the one and only Shirley Bassey


.. and I've seen it before
.. and I'll see it again
.. yes I've seen it before
.. just little bits of history repeating

Soundtrack: And...time

And...Time. from sare3 on 8tracks Radio.

Facebook Revelations # 1035

Frodo B. 

Raptors up by 8 at the half. Also, my birthday is next week. If anybody can arrange for Andrea Bargnani to be traded, I'd be extremely, extremely happy and thankful.

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Just watched some amazing bells playing at the beginning of the Hawksley Workman Show!! Wow!

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Song of the Day: Overture from the Magic Flute

There's always room for Mozart

Song of the Day: North Star

One year ago, Canada lost a luminary, a hero and a great statesman.
The legacy of Jack Layton is of Hope. Hope for a better, kinder Canada.

I give you his last words to Canadians. I give you his Hope and wish with all my heart each of you find it in yours.

“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.

The Song of the Day is North Star by the Rural Alberta Advantage. 

Then the North Star,
Guiding us home in your friend's car
Follow the North Star
It's leading you back into my heart

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Whedonesque.com

Black Widow: "This is just like Budapest all over again."
Hawkeye: "You and I remember Budapest very differently."

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Soundtrack: My Father's Daughter - Volume 4

Eight tracks including music by The Rolling Stones, David Bowie and The Who that were staples on the record player when I was growing up

My Father's Daughter - Volume 4 from sare3 on 8tracks.

Soundtrack: Back in the Day - 90's/2000's Alternative Edition

Eight Tracks featuring music by Sublime, Radiohead and Nirvana that I used to listen to while driving in cars with boys.

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Soundtrack: Back in the Day - Early 60's Edition

Eight classic tracks featuring music by The Ronettes. Aretha Franklin and Roy Orbison.

Back in the Day - Early 60's Edition from sare3 on 8tracks.

Soundtrack: Soundtrack Surfing - Volume 5

Eight great songs found on a soundtrack, with tracks from Band of Horses, Nick Drake and Rufus Wainwright.

Soundtrack Surfing - Volume 5 from sare3 on 8tracks.

Predicate

pred·i·cate  (prd-kt) v. pred·i·cat·ed, pred·i·cat·ing, pred·i·cates v.tr. 1. To base or establish (a statement or action, for example): I predicated my argument on the facts. 2. To state or affirm as an attribute or quality of something: The sermon predicated the perfectibility of humankind. 3. To carry the connotation of; imply. 4. Logic To make (a term or expression) the predicate of a proposition. 5. To proclaim or assert; declare. v.intr. To make a statement or assertion. n. (-kt) 1. Grammar One of the two main constituents of a sentence or clause, modifying the subject and including the verb, objects, or phrases governed by the verb, as opened the door in Jane opened the door or is very sleepy in The child is very sleepy. 2. Logic That part of a proposition that is affirmed or denied about the subject. For example, in the proposition We are mortal, mortal is the predicate. adj. (-kt) 1. Grammar Of or belonging to the predicate of a sentence or clause. 2. Stated or asserted; predicated. [Late Latin praedicre, praedict-, from Latin, to proclaim : prae-, pre- + dicre, to proclaim; see deik- in Indo-European roots.] predi·cation n. predi·cation·al adj. predi·cative adj. predi·cative·ly adv. The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.

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Song of the Day: Echoes

Not normal. Be more normal. That's the tune of my life. I'm not normal.
People want me to be more normal. Well, some of them that is.
How can I be more normal? How can I be anyone other than who I am?

There are some people who love me just as I am...to those who do. Thank you. You don't make me walk around feeling like I'm broken, or not good enough. I appreciate your love, just as it is. For those of you want me to be more normal, or who have yet to meet me and be disappointed that I'm not? Get over it.

The Song of the Day is Echoes by The Rapture

Life makes echoes
If you see them
Life makes echoes

Three Great Movies About: Being Called by God

Today's Three Great Movies About are all darkly Catholic films that look into matters of faith, spirituality and Holy Mother Church.

Stigmata


 I saw this one in the theatre back in the day. I sat beside a very nice religious girl who spent the entire movie gripping my seat. When I watch it again now I still get startled by the graphic sequences of terror that featuring Patricia Arquette's Frankie becoming afflicted with the stigmata. Twist? She's an athiest and Gabryele Byrne is a skeptical and science based Vatican Priest investigating if her "gift" is legit or not. Supported by Nia Long, Portia de Rossi and Jonathan Pryce this movie ruffled Vatican feathers by insinuating that they were covering things up. I know it seems shocking, but 1999 was a gentler time. Directed by Rupert Wainwright

The Boondock Saints

 

All the brothers MacManus (Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus) wanted was to keep the faith, work and live quietly in Boston. But when a bar brawl goes bad they get called by God, to kick some ass. FBI agent Paul Smecker played by Willem Dafoe is hot on their trail and David Della Rocco is their wacky Mafia delivery boy sidekick. His illustration of the diversity of the word fuck is perhaps one of the funniest scenes in film history. This film is hard hitting, gritty and funny as hell. Billy Connolly also stars in this dark comedy that considers one of the greatest sins to be the indifference of good men. Directed by Troy Duffy.

 Dogma

 

A classic in it's own right, it is the glittering jewel of auteur Kevin Smith's View Askewniverse tells the story of a couple of reprobate angels who figure out a way to beat the system and get back into heaven. The bad news? That would unmake the universe. While their deity is MIA, a host of angels, apostles and abstracts tap the last scion, a bewildered but charming Linda Fiorentino who must travel to New Jersey to stop them. A lot of people gave this film a lot of flack when it came out, but I think the thing that they overlooked was this film  is predicated on the fact that the Catholic perspective is true. The satire doesn't work if you don't buy the premise:  it's the most honest and faithful portrayal of the beauty and mysticism of Catholicism that currently exists in celluloid. And that's even with Jason Mewes's potty mouth adding the color. This all star cast features Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Salma Hayek, Chris Rock, Alan Rickman, Jason Lee and Alanis Morissette as God.

Song of the Day: I Try

Twelve years later, I miss Krista every day. I think of her all the time. I have a picture of her by my door.
I'll never forget.

Never.

The Song of the Day is I Try by Macy Gray, and it was on of her favorites before she died.

I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Song of the Day Un Canadien Errant

Ok. You win.

I've been shaking myself, waking myself from the effect of the drugs on my system. They removed my ability to write. It was pretty terrifying.

And so I stopped writing, with the exception of some very bad poetry. I tried to get out of my own head. It wasn't fun there.

So I did other things and bides my time. I spent time with friends, I watched TV. I worked away at my little job. I dreamed.

I started writing on my walls with chalk. The Intended Though Project, my glittering dream written in a pink so fine that most visitors didn't notice it. The Gwen Stefani lyrics over the sink, the reminder of dream scape flights in the bathroom. Over my stove I drew the layout to a property I had a dream about. My reality could be something other than what I was slogging through in my mind.

And the other thing that happened is that the sun came out. Literally outside my window. As soon as the spring began, I felt better. More awake. I am going to explore if I could have some form of seasonal disorder.

But I feel better now. I have for a couple weeks. For the last few days I've been checking in on you quietly. Sneaking here into the blog like a thief in the night and looking at the stats.

I watched the numbers grow and said to myself, when we've gotten to 100 000,  then I'll be ready to come back.

And here we are.

The song that has been ratteling around in my head for the last few weeks is a true Canadian Classic. It is the story of a young Canadian man, who is wandering in exile far away from his native land, and  missing it like crazy.

I can relate.

Un Canadien Errant or The Lost Canadian is a folk song, with lyrics written in 1842 by Antoine Gérin-Lajoie. This version features Luc Doucet & Melissa Mcclelland and it was on the One Week Soundtrack.

Un Canadien errant,
Banni des ses foyers,
Parcourait en pleurant Des pays etrangers.

Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays etrangers.
Un jour, triste et pensif,
Assis au bord des flots,
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots:
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots:

"Si tu vois mon pays,
Mon pays malheureux,
Va dire a mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux.
Va, dis à mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux.
O jours si pleins d'appas,
Vous êtes disparus...
Et ma patrie, helas!
Je ne la verrai plus!
Et ma patrie, helas!
Je ne la verrai plus!"

Saturday's Song of the Day: The High Road

It's been a while since we've been here.

It's a like I've been encased in ice. But the thaw has started.

The Song of the Day is The High Road by Broken Bells

'cos they know, and so do I 
The high road is hard to find 
A detour to your new life 
Tell all of your friends goodbye

Soundtrack: Back in the Day - 90's Hip Hop Edition

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FB Revelations #1031

Sean B.

A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.
- Dutch Proverb

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John K.

So, uh, Wil Wheaton has a new show starting on Youtube (of all places) all about games! Like not, video games, but table top (board/card/dice) games. This could be very awesome. There's a preview at the link.

This is my new show, Tabletop - WWdN: In Exile

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Tabletop is my show on Felicia Day's YouTube channel, Geek and Sundry. It's sort of like Celebrity Poker meets Dinner for Five, and we play tabletop games with interesting people. Our first episode debuts on April 2, and new episodes will run every other week after that. In season one of the show...

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Mimi C.

Seriously? Almost cried when I tried to return my book yesterday and the High Park Library doors were locked! Please sign the petition below and get our libraries open again!! Librarians are people to, Mayor Ford!

Take Action

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Contract talks between library workers and the City have stalled because the City’s negotiators would not budge from their demand for the right to fire librarians and staff anytime they want, for whatever reason they want.

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Soundtrack: Springtime in Parkdale - Volume 3

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Monica C.

You know you live in Canada when you start an email with, "It's a balmy 2 degrees Celsius right now"...

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Peter H.

overheard on the scanner: cop "she's just drunk-dialing police"

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Three Great Movies about: Grief and Moving On

I've been thinking a lot about death today. I wish I could move on.

Catch and Release


Gray (Jennifer Garner) move in with her fiancee's best friends (Sam Jager, Timothy Olyphant and Kevin Smith) after his sudden death right before their wedding. (The florist arrives to deliver her bridal flowers to the funeral..so tragic....kills me every time I see it.) Over the days and weeks that follow his death she learns that he had secrets from her including a son by Juliette Lewis' California massage therapist. In discovering who her fiancee really was, she gets to know both the man she has lost as well as herself.

There is a hope and a kindness to this film, as well as a spirit of friendship and forgiveness. It's one of my favorite films, despite my lack of enthusiasm about Garner in general. Smith and Olyphant are electric.


P.S. I Love You

Holly (Hillary Swank) can't wait for her life to start with her husband Gerry (Gerard Butler), but when he dies of a brain tumor doesn't know how she feels about her life starting without him. But Gerry has thought of that and prepares a series of ten messages to be delivered to her on his behalf from a variety of places and people. He leads Holly on a journey of healing and sets her on the path to her future. Hillary Swank is supported by Lisa Kudrow, Kathy Bates, Harry Connick Jr and Jeffrey Dean Morgon.

This movie makes me weep every time I watch it. It isn't the kind of movie you watch to feel better about anything. But an incredible soundtrack and Ireland's lush backdrop gives you something else to focus on when you are working to overcome your tears.


Dan in Real Life

Dan (Steve Carell) is a widower and father of three daughters. He's been focused on his carrer as an advice columnist and girls since the death of his wife, but over the course of a weekend gathering of his siblings and their families at his parent's Rhode Island summerhouse he begins to consider moving on. To the new girlfriend (effervescent Juliet Binoche...my favorite actress - ever) of his brother (Dane Cook). 

By far the most lighthearted of these three films, Dan in Real Life still packs an emotional punch. Carell's understated performance has a melancholy that always speaks very deeply to me.  The stellar all star support cast consists of Emily Blunt, Cook, Diane Weist, John Mahoney and Alison Pill. 

Ships Passing

We met when I was in the twelfth grade. I hung out with the kids who ran the stage, known as the Stage Crew. Somehow a half an inch of red velvet curtain kept our world separate from the squeaking shoes of the gym. The stage was insular, dark and muted. I loved it back there. One of the boys on the stage crew had a secondary group of friends who would from time to time step into our domain. They were old friends, best friends. They accepted everything about each other. Sean was one of them.

 

I don’t remember a lot about him at that time. His joke would always be after a beat, making it so much funnier. He had a heart condition; his lips were always a little purplish, a ghostly blue hue in his nail beds. He wasn’t quite a ginger, too much brown winning out against the ruddiness. He was a nerd and a good man.

When I was in grade 13, we briefly had Advanced Chemistry together. I sat behind him, and we got to know each other there on our own terms. Unfortunately I had trouble wrapping my mind around quantum and my teacher, bless his soul, knew my time was better spent playing in the park before the winter came. So I dropped that class, and our time together was cut short.

We both went to the University of Guelph the following fall. We had some classes together. We would get coffee and walk around campus together. By that time I was slogging through the trenches of my first relationship. He never told me that he had feelings for me ever since our days on the stage and was still carrying a torch. I left the University of Guelph after my second semester, and the lack of geographic convenience made us lose touch.

It took us a couple of years catch back up again. He had been working at a video game store in Guelph, and I would go there from time to time to see him. If he wasn’t in when I visited, I would leave him a note. But by this time we had both pared off, and were unavailable.

There came a day when I moved out of the two bedroom I had shared with a series of friends and into my own one bedroom. Unbeknownst to me Sean and his girlfriend moved right into it two days later. He had never been to my apartment before, so he didn’t know. It took us a few years to figure it out. We attempted double dating with our respective partners, which went very poorly. I almost came to blows with his girlfriend, he was uncomfortable with my boyfriend and neither of our partners wanted to repeat the experience. They also didn’t feel comfortable with us spending time alone together.

Time stretched on. Eventually they broke up and he moved back to his mother’s house. I remember the look on his face the day I told him I was glad they were broken up, and that I’d never liked her. He stared at me with bemused incredulity, like he hadn’t considered that I would have a serious opinion about his love life. I was surprised myself to discover that I was happy they were over. I drove home from the store that day aware for the first time that I had feelings for him. 

About six months after his breakup, my relationship imploded. One of my first clear thoughts when I realized that it was truly over was that now I could finally date Sean. When I told him the breakup he was appropriately sympathetic, and incredibly sweet. We decided to wait a little while before we hung out again. Sean was preparing for the heart surgery that he had always dreamed of, to repair the condition that kept him from living an active life. It was a major operation, and he would be in recovery for months. I didn’t want to get too involved with him until he was well on the road to recovery. Christmas came and went and I felt the promise of the New Year despite my heartbreak. I kept visiting him at the store and was excited when he RSVP’d yes to my birthday party in early February.

On the night of my birthday I watched the door like a hawk. Guest after guest came through it, but never Sean. A few days later, when I still hadn’t heard from him, I sent him a message asking him to tell me what hospital he would be in, but I never heard back.  I waited patiently for a couple days and then when I still hadn't had any word, I went to his store to try to get a phone number I could call. When I walked through the doors and made eye contact with his employees, I knew something was wrong. Grave faced they told me that the surgery had gone well, but that he had just lately taken a turn for the worst. They gave me his mother’s phone number, and I left them mine, in case they heard from him.

I stared at the scrap of paper all night. I was supposed to leave the next night for a trip and as I packed I wondered if I called his mother in the morning, and she told me what hospital he was at if I could visit him before I had to check into my airport hotel. I lay down to sleep that night uneasily, my thoughts on Sean, wherever he was.

I woke up in the morning with a pit in my stomach. I stared at the ceiling trying to pin down what I was feeling anxious about. I felt a sob welling in my breast and took a deep breath, then two, trying to stabilize myself. Then the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was the store. I answered with trepidation, my voice shaking. On the other end of the line was the employee I had talked to the day before. He was calling with news.

Sean was dead. He had died in the night; it had been a post surgical infection, most likely from a secondary source in his body. I thanked him for his call, put down the phone, and slid off my bed onto the floor, weeping. I stayed there for a long time.

Later in the day, my bags packed into my car, I sat in a coffee shop with my friend Leah. I had told her the story of Sean. About all the times we had missed each other, the lost opportunities, and wasted time. My phone rang then, it was Sean’s lifelong friend D’Arcy calling to notify me about his death. He didn't seem surprised that I already knew. I took a deep breath, and told him that I had planned to date Sean when he recovered from the surgery. After a pause, he told me that Sean had been planning to ask me out too. The pain was unbearable. I told him that I wouldn't be able to make it to the funeral or visitation, as I was on my way to New York and Washington DC. He promised that he would pass on my respects.

I didn't speak his name aloud until later in the week when I was in Washington DC, walking with my new friend Karen. We were on our way home from dinner. She asked me if I was seeing anyone and the entire story spilled out of me into the chilly air of the capitol. Karen was shocked by the ending of the story, she had been sure that the end of it would be that we were in love now, engaged, living together...something happy. I saw the pity in her eyes, and I wished for a second that I hadn't told her the story, but it was impossible to keep it inside.

Coming home from New York I tried to put it behind me but it was impossible. How do you move on when the person you cared about is dead? We always missed each other. Two ships passing. I never felt his hand against my cheek. We were never in the same place at the same time. I’ll never get my chance. It isn’t fair and I had a thing or two to reckon with God about it.

I learnt long ago was that people lie when they tell you that it gets easier. It gets harder every day but you just get used to the pain. It becomes a part of you. I didn't get a chance to love him properly, to lay with him and be his help-mate. At least I can keep his memory alive. It isn't enough, but it is something, and it will have to do.

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Hilary E.

The long dark teatime of the soul is early today.

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Hilary E.

Reading the Feb 3rd issue of the Elora Backwoodsman from 1853, on microfilm at the Wellington County Archives. Among the highlights: "Girls, listen to me. You all come into this world with a purpose; that purpose is matrimony, and the sooner all of you that are eligible set about getting a husband, the better for yourselves and those who otherwise will continue to be cigar-smoking, toddy-drinking, miserable castaways." - Fanny Fern's Fancies

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Charlene E.

Aristotle would say that the sentence "Jane is a great woman" cannot be decomposed to state that Jane is both great and a woman, since what it says is that she is great at being a woman. I would argue that nowadays the phrase can be decomposed, and what the conversational implicature states is that Jane is great and a woman and that the speaker is assuming her vagina is a handicap. We could avoid this by just saying Jane is great, if that's what we mean. Just saying.

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Jamie B.

If a lost child comes up to you and asks for help, you call the police and say comforting words to them while you figure out the situation. Why wouldn't you do the same for a lost dog? Instead of shouting at it to get out of here, speak gently to it. If it is friendly and offers you a paw the dog is most likely someone's "child". Help them get home...

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