Just doing a yearly clean-up of misc messages-taking-up-space
in my e-mail accounts....its been an interesting year.
But by far this IS my favorite message of all that I had to share with you and there is NO WAY that I could delete it.
(It was sent via my cousin Kim)
The animator lives in the U.K. and now has been courted by the hottest advertisers this year.
Anyway.
Every single time I view this I fall off my chair...
without fail.
*if you wanna see it email me at:
pattatista@hotmail.com
30.8.04
29.8.04
pimp this!
Muggy then rainy Montreal day out here.
The sky is almost black and its only 6pm.
earlier I spoke to David re: the Olympic closing ceremonies and also his all access pass to his office during weekend hours.
Why? well, for starters:
I told him that with that much access he could indeed try to pull all of the expensive art off the walls for our new condo next year!
But with much convincing, I am not sure he is up to such a task (alone)
Then I went downtown to just: get-outta-the-house!
a) Spent a brief hour in MULTI-MAGS (gawd I love that store!)
b) Spent a brief 45mins in Future Shop looking for a new color printer
*If anyone out there has or knows of a great all around color printer to trade for my BROTHER all-in-1, I am your bitch!
c) Spent a split second picking up THE BIG BOX OF ART classic 35,000 misc graphics at your fingertips.
d) Spent a clean $80 on a snazzed-out silver Pen & graphics tablet, hence my wrist is clearly: "just-about-toast!"
And then the world got certainly weirder...
http://shop.store.yahoo.com/brandsonsale-store/51104-costumes.html
The sky is almost black and its only 6pm.
earlier I spoke to David re: the Olympic closing ceremonies and also his all access pass to his office during weekend hours.
Why? well, for starters:
I told him that with that much access he could indeed try to pull all of the expensive art off the walls for our new condo next year!
But with much convincing, I am not sure he is up to such a task (alone)
Then I went downtown to just: get-outta-the-house!
a) Spent a brief hour in MULTI-MAGS (gawd I love that store!)
b) Spent a brief 45mins in Future Shop looking for a new color printer
*If anyone out there has or knows of a great all around color printer to trade for my BROTHER all-in-1, I am your bitch!
c) Spent a split second picking up THE BIG BOX OF ART classic 35,000 misc graphics at your fingertips.
d) Spent a clean $80 on a snazzed-out silver Pen & graphics tablet, hence my wrist is clearly: "just-about-toast!"
And then the world got certainly weirder...
http://shop.store.yahoo.com/brandsonsale-store/51104-costumes.html
27.8.04
alert status...
Thank you to my old pal Steve in Vancouver for lending me the HTML code for my new tongue-in-cheek stifling alert status meter.
I hate ELMO, and is he worse than Dubya? beats the fuck outta me.
So sorry to be THIS childish, but c'mon today I just had to make you all smile...were at a BERT status yellow...(for now)
I hate ELMO, and is he worse than Dubya? beats the fuck outta me.
So sorry to be THIS childish, but c'mon today I just had to make you all smile...were at a BERT status yellow...(for now)
26.8.04
what you hear is what you get!
la formule de jour....(?)
a) I hate people that can't come right out and ask people something.
It shows a lack of...? well, god knows what at this point...
b) So YES it is true:
c) David Crowe
d) &
e) Patti Chiles
f) Are together
g) &
h) truly happy.
a) I hate people that can't come right out and ask people something.
It shows a lack of...? well, god knows what at this point...
b) So YES it is true:
c) David Crowe
d) &
e) Patti Chiles
f) Are together
g) &
h) truly happy.
New search
you see that kids?
a new search engine bar above the PBLOG header.
So, yes you now can search to your hearts content on PBLOG.
That is, AFTER you've read everything i've ever posted.
a new search engine bar above the PBLOG header.
So, yes you now can search to your hearts content on PBLOG.
That is, AFTER you've read everything i've ever posted.
24.8.04
camp de jour!
My first freelance job & My first children's day camp shirt:
http://www.karate-andregilbert.com/images/photo_album/summer_camp/camp_escalade/html/camp%20escalade%20017_jpg.htm
http://www.karate-andregilbert.com/images/photo_album/summer_camp/camp_escalade/html/camp%20escalade%20017_jpg.htm
19.8.04
The king of BEARS
Ok.
So today my ever-so-talented writer friend Sid (that works for the Montreal Gazette!) emailed me one of the funniest stories I have EVER read!
Read along, and note that next time you are camping, bring the good stuff for the bears!
Bear guzzles 36 beers, passes out at campground
SEATTLE, Washington (Reuters) -- A black bear was found passed out at a
campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans
of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday.
"We noticed a bear sleeping on the common lawn and wondered what was going
on until we discovered that there were a lot of beer cans lying around,"
said Lisa Broxson, a worker at the Baker Lake Resort, 80 miles (129 km)
northeast of Seattle.
The hard-drinking bear, estimated to be about two years old, broke into
campers' coolers and, using his claws and teeth to open the cans, swilled
down the suds.
It turns out the bear was a bit of a beer sophisticate. He tried a
mass-market Busch beer, but switched to Rainier Beer, a local ale, and stuck
with it for his drinking binge.
Wildlife agents chased the bear away, but it returned the next day, said
Broxson.
They set a trap using as bait some doughnuts, honey and two cans of Rainier
Beer. It worked, and the bear was captured for relocation.
NICE!
So today my ever-so-talented writer friend Sid (that works for the Montreal Gazette!) emailed me one of the funniest stories I have EVER read!
Read along, and note that next time you are camping, bring the good stuff for the bears!
Bear guzzles 36 beers, passes out at campground
SEATTLE, Washington (Reuters) -- A black bear was found passed out at a
campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans
of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday.
"We noticed a bear sleeping on the common lawn and wondered what was going
on until we discovered that there were a lot of beer cans lying around,"
said Lisa Broxson, a worker at the Baker Lake Resort, 80 miles (129 km)
northeast of Seattle.
The hard-drinking bear, estimated to be about two years old, broke into
campers' coolers and, using his claws and teeth to open the cans, swilled
down the suds.
It turns out the bear was a bit of a beer sophisticate. He tried a
mass-market Busch beer, but switched to Rainier Beer, a local ale, and stuck
with it for his drinking binge.
Wildlife agents chased the bear away, but it returned the next day, said
Broxson.
They set a trap using as bait some doughnuts, honey and two cans of Rainier
Beer. It worked, and the bear was captured for relocation.
NICE!
18.8.04
blogged!
caught you!
we have been blogged!
Please enjoy the ad's above my daily Pblog and see how
the folks at GOOGLE try their best to sell you one of the
words from my writings.
nifty.
we have been blogged!
Please enjoy the ad's above my daily Pblog and see how
the folks at GOOGLE try their best to sell you one of the
words from my writings.
nifty.
I just want to be famous
Did you catch that evil Canadian Ron Bensimhon that dove into an Olympic swimming pool this past Monday?
cbc:
Ron Bensimhon, a 31-year-old native of Montreal, was released after paying a $3,225 fine. Under the Greek court system, it could take two years for a higher court to rule on his appeal.
Bensimhon told the three-judge tribunal that he didn't "do the stunt for money," but instead he just wanted to be famous.
Bensimhon jumped off the three-metre board bare-chested and wearing a blue tutu and white tights at the diving venue Monday night. Greek police arrested Bensimhon charged him with "interrupting the Games."
Sporting a black eye and a bruised face, Bensimhon told the tribunal he was beat up by police and had "suffered enough."
"I never thought it would be this bad," he said.
GoldenPalace.com, an online gaming site, was written on his chest and back in bold black lettering. The Web site admitted that Bensimhon has performed publicity stunts for it in the past, but it denied putting the Montrealer up to this prank.
Though Bensimhon called it a harmless prank, it proved an embarrassment to security officials. The disruption also turned the competition on its head and all but handed the gold medal to the Greek duo of Nikolaos Siranidis and Thomas Bimis –Greece's first gold medallists of the 2004 Games.
The top-ranked Chinese duo Kenan Wang and Bo Peng appeared headed toward certain victory before the intrusion. However, after the incident, one of the Chinese divers landed on his back on his final dive and the team received zeros across the board.
Russian Dmitry Sautin then knocked himself on the board and American brothers Justin and Tony Dumais worked themselves out of a medal position with a missed landing.
Oops, maybe the world needs to laugh more.
So much for terrorists at the games! The real threat is the way our society pressures underpaid athletes to win win win. And the most important people in 2004 are the famous. I just read about Scarlette Johanson giving herself a $50,000 birthday bash.
SWEET! she couldnt have made more publicity if she were to donate it to a university or school of performing arts. So its fun to be rich and young. And bleach-blonde. Marilyn lives on in our hearts and urban desires doesnt she?
big sparkly diamonds, pink satin, bleach-blonde hair, multiple husbands, drugs, alcohol...
Has society changed its ideal of beauty and luxury over the past 50 years?
I am not sure either. We think that we have become a BETTER society, but really I dont think we are as good as we think we are. The world i see is in a much worse off state. I missed the last bus Monday and I had to walk across a big freeway to get THE MALL to catch another. It was disgusting to look and walk next to a freewway, everyone that drives should too.
It took me around just 20minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime as i couldnt handle the smogginess. I also saw the entire sidewalk littered with a zillion coffee cups and plastic juice bottles. It was interesting to look at CAR CULTURE right there at the side of the road. they say you can learn a lot from someone via their trash.
We are disgusting. And selfish with the planet. Oil reigns, and it is indeed sad for this urban environment. Think about your Escalade driving neighbour and tell him to carpool at least. What is this the next edition of the oil crisis from the 70's?
So back to the tutu:
I am sure that the chinese will bomb montreal and their freaky tutu-wearing-citizens as they lost the gold entirely!
I looked in my closet and didnt see any french ballet tutu's of any sort, so i should be alright down in the verdun ghetto.
PHEW!
Montrealers are weird and I am ready to get the hell outta here next year.
Are you happy with your city, and are you happy with our acts of car culture?
trust me i would take a free car anyday, i will probably get one next year if i move to toronto. But what makes us NEED a car anyway? why buy new clothes? these things arent at all necessary. or are they? I can buy a new desire everyday.
email me at:
icantbreathe@suv-nation.ca
PBLOG song for the day:
TEQUILA -the champs
cbc:
Ron Bensimhon, a 31-year-old native of Montreal, was released after paying a $3,225 fine. Under the Greek court system, it could take two years for a higher court to rule on his appeal.
Bensimhon told the three-judge tribunal that he didn't "do the stunt for money," but instead he just wanted to be famous.
Bensimhon jumped off the three-metre board bare-chested and wearing a blue tutu and white tights at the diving venue Monday night. Greek police arrested Bensimhon charged him with "interrupting the Games."
Sporting a black eye and a bruised face, Bensimhon told the tribunal he was beat up by police and had "suffered enough."
"I never thought it would be this bad," he said.
GoldenPalace.com, an online gaming site, was written on his chest and back in bold black lettering. The Web site admitted that Bensimhon has performed publicity stunts for it in the past, but it denied putting the Montrealer up to this prank.
Though Bensimhon called it a harmless prank, it proved an embarrassment to security officials. The disruption also turned the competition on its head and all but handed the gold medal to the Greek duo of Nikolaos Siranidis and Thomas Bimis –Greece's first gold medallists of the 2004 Games.
The top-ranked Chinese duo Kenan Wang and Bo Peng appeared headed toward certain victory before the intrusion. However, after the incident, one of the Chinese divers landed on his back on his final dive and the team received zeros across the board.
Russian Dmitry Sautin then knocked himself on the board and American brothers Justin and Tony Dumais worked themselves out of a medal position with a missed landing.
Oops, maybe the world needs to laugh more.
So much for terrorists at the games! The real threat is the way our society pressures underpaid athletes to win win win. And the most important people in 2004 are the famous. I just read about Scarlette Johanson giving herself a $50,000 birthday bash.
SWEET! she couldnt have made more publicity if she were to donate it to a university or school of performing arts. So its fun to be rich and young. And bleach-blonde. Marilyn lives on in our hearts and urban desires doesnt she?
big sparkly diamonds, pink satin, bleach-blonde hair, multiple husbands, drugs, alcohol...
Has society changed its ideal of beauty and luxury over the past 50 years?
I am not sure either. We think that we have become a BETTER society, but really I dont think we are as good as we think we are. The world i see is in a much worse off state. I missed the last bus Monday and I had to walk across a big freeway to get THE MALL to catch another. It was disgusting to look and walk next to a freewway, everyone that drives should too.
It took me around just 20minutes, but it seemed like a lifetime as i couldnt handle the smogginess. I also saw the entire sidewalk littered with a zillion coffee cups and plastic juice bottles. It was interesting to look at CAR CULTURE right there at the side of the road. they say you can learn a lot from someone via their trash.
We are disgusting. And selfish with the planet. Oil reigns, and it is indeed sad for this urban environment. Think about your Escalade driving neighbour and tell him to carpool at least. What is this the next edition of the oil crisis from the 70's?
So back to the tutu:
I am sure that the chinese will bomb montreal and their freaky tutu-wearing-citizens as they lost the gold entirely!
I looked in my closet and didnt see any french ballet tutu's of any sort, so i should be alright down in the verdun ghetto.
PHEW!
Montrealers are weird and I am ready to get the hell outta here next year.
Are you happy with your city, and are you happy with our acts of car culture?
trust me i would take a free car anyday, i will probably get one next year if i move to toronto. But what makes us NEED a car anyway? why buy new clothes? these things arent at all necessary. or are they? I can buy a new desire everyday.
email me at:
icantbreathe@suv-nation.ca
PBLOG song for the day:
TEQUILA -the champs
16.8.04
singed
All that do know me well, will know that fire bothers me as my parents house burned up new years day a few years back. Mostly smoke damage though, but nonetheless, everything taken along with my dogs and cats.
Luckily none of us were home. Is that some sort of dumb luck?
I suppose you could say that.
So in turn I admit here to having a bothersome fear of firetrucks and firemen to this day.
Today David and I were about to take the metro to work/trainstation, and my metro station was shut down due to god-knows-what?
But the bus lanes in front were lined with trucks and ambulances.
So we were forced to stand about and waste a lot of time waiting for the piles of emergency crews to solve whatever it was inside so that we could all carry on with our fancy north american lives that we sometimes feel we take for granted.
A lot of firemen rushed past me and I told David that I smelled smoke, he said he didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. Then I realized that it was the firesuits that the men were wearing that struck a nerve and took me back to that horrible night of running through the snow looking for help!
That was a few years ago, and everything is now back into place.
I am quick to say that LEO's have to be drawn to fire as it is our element, and the SUN is my planet. The center of the universe.
What else would be so suiting for the queen of the urban jungle?
But is there a god and a heaven and a hell?
We spoke about getting married in a chruch in-front-of-god vs an island retreat on the beach in-front-of-each-other-and-the-elements.
I am uncertain which is more suiting if I were to take on this deed years from now. What IS god to you? if there is such a thing...
And in the news today: there is an astounding benefit of believing in Hell. I think it keeps a society in place/check. It could be a good thing for this reason, but also a bad reason if it alters the very normalcy of daily living, such as religious extremists down south or around the world and their influence on violence, trade, life itself.
Believe in hell and you'll get rich? Well, that's close too.
"Countries whose citizens believe in hell are not only less corrupt, but also more prosperous. That's the word from economists with the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis, who were trying to figure out why some nations are so much richer than others.
In addition to looking at productivity and investment factors, they examined some unconventional ideas to explain differences in national prosperity, reports Reuters. It turned out that belief in hell was very telling.
Drawing on the research from several outside economists, the St. Louis Fed studied 35 countries, including the United States, European nations, Japan, India, and Turkey and realized that religion was a powerful economic force. "In countries where large percentages of the population believe in hell, there seems to be less corruption and a higher standard of living," the St. Louis Fed wrote in a recent quarterly review.
In the United States, a whopping 71 percent of the population believes in hell. Perhaps it's no coincidence that it also has the world's highest per capita income.
Don't believe it? Look at Ireland. As Reuters says, the Irish have a healthy fear of the nether world with 53 percent of the population acknowledging hell's existence, and the country is not far behind the United States in terms of income."
Would you have any hope if there were no life after death?
would you feel sadder at funerals? Would you have hope for a sick person? would you bother to feed your family by stealing bread if you didnt feel as if you were on your way to hell for such a crime?
I was once told that I should believe in GOD just in case I make it to the fabled heaven(!) because I could be turned away at the gates for not believing in "him".
Heaven for me, is not gated. And god isnt in a chruch.
And isnt a HE. I believe that there is a force greater than man.
If there is such a thing, cool I can now sleep at night.
I should just slap on a bumper sticker that reads:
1) JESUS IS COMING: LOOK BUSY!
OR
2) GOT JESUS?
email me at: technicolordreamcoat@youreallybelieveallthis?.fu
peace.
Luckily none of us were home. Is that some sort of dumb luck?
I suppose you could say that.
So in turn I admit here to having a bothersome fear of firetrucks and firemen to this day.
Today David and I were about to take the metro to work/trainstation, and my metro station was shut down due to god-knows-what?
But the bus lanes in front were lined with trucks and ambulances.
So we were forced to stand about and waste a lot of time waiting for the piles of emergency crews to solve whatever it was inside so that we could all carry on with our fancy north american lives that we sometimes feel we take for granted.
A lot of firemen rushed past me and I told David that I smelled smoke, he said he didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. Then I realized that it was the firesuits that the men were wearing that struck a nerve and took me back to that horrible night of running through the snow looking for help!
That was a few years ago, and everything is now back into place.
I am quick to say that LEO's have to be drawn to fire as it is our element, and the SUN is my planet. The center of the universe.
What else would be so suiting for the queen of the urban jungle?
But is there a god and a heaven and a hell?
We spoke about getting married in a chruch in-front-of-god vs an island retreat on the beach in-front-of-each-other-and-the-elements.
I am uncertain which is more suiting if I were to take on this deed years from now. What IS god to you? if there is such a thing...
And in the news today: there is an astounding benefit of believing in Hell. I think it keeps a society in place/check. It could be a good thing for this reason, but also a bad reason if it alters the very normalcy of daily living, such as religious extremists down south or around the world and their influence on violence, trade, life itself.
Believe in hell and you'll get rich? Well, that's close too.
"Countries whose citizens believe in hell are not only less corrupt, but also more prosperous. That's the word from economists with the Federal Reserve Bank of St. Louis, who were trying to figure out why some nations are so much richer than others.
In addition to looking at productivity and investment factors, they examined some unconventional ideas to explain differences in national prosperity, reports Reuters. It turned out that belief in hell was very telling.
Drawing on the research from several outside economists, the St. Louis Fed studied 35 countries, including the United States, European nations, Japan, India, and Turkey and realized that religion was a powerful economic force. "In countries where large percentages of the population believe in hell, there seems to be less corruption and a higher standard of living," the St. Louis Fed wrote in a recent quarterly review.
In the United States, a whopping 71 percent of the population believes in hell. Perhaps it's no coincidence that it also has the world's highest per capita income.
Don't believe it? Look at Ireland. As Reuters says, the Irish have a healthy fear of the nether world with 53 percent of the population acknowledging hell's existence, and the country is not far behind the United States in terms of income."
Would you have any hope if there were no life after death?
would you feel sadder at funerals? Would you have hope for a sick person? would you bother to feed your family by stealing bread if you didnt feel as if you were on your way to hell for such a crime?
I was once told that I should believe in GOD just in case I make it to the fabled heaven(!) because I could be turned away at the gates for not believing in "him".
Heaven for me, is not gated. And god isnt in a chruch.
And isnt a HE. I believe that there is a force greater than man.
If there is such a thing, cool I can now sleep at night.
I should just slap on a bumper sticker that reads:
1) JESUS IS COMING: LOOK BUSY!
OR
2) GOT JESUS?
email me at: technicolordreamcoat@youreallybelieveallthis?.fu
peace.
13.8.04
trippin' dudette
From the littering of text messages I got this week from my sister,
she is apparently in Disneyland now with my parents.
They had just been in VEGAS too. I wonder if they helped the CSI unit solve any crimes? or help Celine Dion look more like Anne Murray lost in drag.
Hunter S. Thompson is my hero for giving VEGAS a wacked-out allure. I can see it all now, if I imagine hard enough:
david and I getting married via Elvis, and a white tiger attending with tom jones, all the while redheaded twins lick david's ankles in a catlike manner and i get massaged from the synchro team of 'O'.
oh wait...
Disneyland is a happy place.
SEll your soul at the gates, and run on in to spend the USA green.
I wonder if I speak about Disneyland, I will have ad's above my PBLOG selling weekly rates to go there?
FYI PBLOGGERS:
Take note of the ad's above, that is quite the humor to my day when I re-read what I have posted.
BLOGGER is hosted via GOOGLE. SO all of my PBLOGS are scanned for content and to try to see what they can SELL SELL SELL you is great comedy.
USUALLY AA AND NOW TEXT MESSAGES.
I hope family is safe and I cant wait for the GIANT magnet collection they will bring me from each big city!
she is apparently in Disneyland now with my parents.
They had just been in VEGAS too. I wonder if they helped the CSI unit solve any crimes? or help Celine Dion look more like Anne Murray lost in drag.
Hunter S. Thompson is my hero for giving VEGAS a wacked-out allure. I can see it all now, if I imagine hard enough:
david and I getting married via Elvis, and a white tiger attending with tom jones, all the while redheaded twins lick david's ankles in a catlike manner and i get massaged from the synchro team of 'O'.
oh wait...
Disneyland is a happy place.
SEll your soul at the gates, and run on in to spend the USA green.
I wonder if I speak about Disneyland, I will have ad's above my PBLOG selling weekly rates to go there?
FYI PBLOGGERS:
Take note of the ad's above, that is quite the humor to my day when I re-read what I have posted.
BLOGGER is hosted via GOOGLE. SO all of my PBLOGS are scanned for content and to try to see what they can SELL SELL SELL you is great comedy.
USUALLY AA AND NOW TEXT MESSAGES.
I hope family is safe and I cant wait for the GIANT magnet collection they will bring me from each big city!
function vs fashion?
http://www.japanconsuming.com/apple_ipodmini.html
Today I forgot to bring my iPod with me on the long way to work
and if anything, I should say that I left it at home to take a breather from all of the looks I get when I carry it in my hand. It is the curious on-looker that gives me a morning headache. So instead of drifting off to sleep in the metro, I have to stay on guard so that no one will grab it out of my hands or drop it by accident. I have a fancy case for it that was an extra $60, but I just noticed that it has scratched it quite badly, so instead of protecting it has done quite the opposite. I am pretty careful with my things, so I bet that if I had just carried it in my hands from point of purchase till now, it would be better off. SO much for being overprotective and super geeky.
Anyway, the only REAL advantage to having an iPod is indeed its "cool" fashion factor. I had it in my hand quietly buzzing away and some techie had to pull out his too just to show that he TOO was indeed a cool tech computer geek like me. Wait! but i'm not a tech geek, fashion geek, ok yes. Computer geeks have NO fashion sense.
TRUST ME on that one nor engineers.
Another time, a woman came up to me and asked me to pitch it to her as if I were some futureshop worker.
My Selling classes back in college taught me the finer points on yes, how to SELL an item that you dont really need, so I did alright. I hope she bought one and made some store clerk rich.
Hmmm, the Marketing core mother load of classes I also took taught me how to create a desire for something that you dont really need.
Ever BUY a bottle of water? think about it, you just BOUGHT something that is totally free. How stupid are you feeling now?
Anyway.
The battery power is quite weak, and I was quite angry that it only lasted around 5 hours to Toronto on the train.
luckily!
The free alcohol kept coming and I alas, was entertaining myself.
and as for my iPod, he was DEAD for my entire trip home. Do you know how many times I cursed my fashion gadget obsession?
Over five hundred dollars worth.
Today I forgot to bring my iPod with me on the long way to work
and if anything, I should say that I left it at home to take a breather from all of the looks I get when I carry it in my hand. It is the curious on-looker that gives me a morning headache. So instead of drifting off to sleep in the metro, I have to stay on guard so that no one will grab it out of my hands or drop it by accident. I have a fancy case for it that was an extra $60, but I just noticed that it has scratched it quite badly, so instead of protecting it has done quite the opposite. I am pretty careful with my things, so I bet that if I had just carried it in my hands from point of purchase till now, it would be better off. SO much for being overprotective and super geeky.
Anyway, the only REAL advantage to having an iPod is indeed its "cool" fashion factor. I had it in my hand quietly buzzing away and some techie had to pull out his too just to show that he TOO was indeed a cool tech computer geek like me. Wait! but i'm not a tech geek, fashion geek, ok yes. Computer geeks have NO fashion sense.
TRUST ME on that one nor engineers.
Another time, a woman came up to me and asked me to pitch it to her as if I were some futureshop worker.
My Selling classes back in college taught me the finer points on yes, how to SELL an item that you dont really need, so I did alright. I hope she bought one and made some store clerk rich.
Hmmm, the Marketing core mother load of classes I also took taught me how to create a desire for something that you dont really need.
Ever BUY a bottle of water? think about it, you just BOUGHT something that is totally free. How stupid are you feeling now?
Anyway.
The battery power is quite weak, and I was quite angry that it only lasted around 5 hours to Toronto on the train.
luckily!
The free alcohol kept coming and I alas, was entertaining myself.
and as for my iPod, he was DEAD for my entire trip home. Do you know how many times I cursed my fashion gadget obsession?
Over five hundred dollars worth.
12.8.04
FAB!
The Lovesong Of J.Alred Prufrock
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:-
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all-
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a
platter,
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"-
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor-
And this, and so much more?-
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:-
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all-
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a
platter,
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"-
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor-
And this, and so much more?-
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
11.8.04
PJ partytime!!
Cuddle parties are the new craze!
http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/Northeast/08/09/cuddling.parties.2.reut/index.html
A strange suggestion to the people in north america
that need someone to hold. But Mooing like a cow? aw heck! well, OK.
David is here this weekend, so maybe we can invite some strangers into the house for a party!
+ + +
NEW TO PBLOG...
PBLOG Song for the day:
>It's not for me to say/Johnny Mathis
http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/Northeast/08/09/cuddling.parties.2.reut/index.html
A strange suggestion to the people in north america
that need someone to hold. But Mooing like a cow? aw heck! well, OK.
David is here this weekend, so maybe we can invite some strangers into the house for a party!
+ + +
NEW TO PBLOG...
PBLOG Song for the day:
>It's not for me to say/Johnny Mathis
10.8.04
The text that binds
How many text messages do you send daily via your cell phone?
I admit that I am an addict, but like all addictions, they must be eliminated before there is a serious problem at hand. I find it an inexpensive way to talk to my friends and family across the miles.
And it is also a portable friend when you need one. Minus all of the fee's as I signed on to FIDO at an early stage of the life cycle of SMS. I have a bundle package deal that lets me send pretty much as many as I want for almost nothing. Like I said, I signed up for it in its infancy and they SO hate me for this old package that I am allowed to keep. (ha ha ha)
I write this to say that lately I have taken a break from this medium. I have always wondered about the microwaves pulsing back and forth. If you are wearing an iPod or personal entertainment device of any sort that has headphones, you can actually hear these
buzzing waves of messages coming in and out. Take a listen it is kind of scary.
This could be like X-rays when they were the cool thing.
My grandmother once told me that in Vancouver they had this fancy shoe store that had an x-ray machine that you could indeed stick your feet under to see your bones!
I wonder if the same sort of thing goes for the whole new text/cell usage. It isnt safe by any means. But you will never know that via the corporations feeding you. I wish this information would come out. As if we would stop using them, it would however just be nice to know the truth. But if it is a large secrecy, then maybe it IS better to take your own precautions.
This past weekend David was sitting on his 11th floor balcony and his cell fell off and down below onto the 10th floor balcony.
Luckily not ALL the way down!
He could see it and hear it sitting down there mocking him.
He felt disconnected without that ability to text. And also the large list of phone numbers stored were laughing too.
I would feel the same if I were in his position.
Part of the reason I got rid of my PALM, what if I were to drop it or get it wet? all of my info would be gonzo.
So he still has not gotten it back as the woman that lives below is much like that troll that lives under the bridge.
She must be using the components to build WOMD or to get cable reception.
So this is day three that we have gone without it.
We have started to wake up and see that its not SO bad.
But it is like I said to my friends on the weekend:
"its like having a portable boyfriend, and my phone vibrates too!"
Then magalie stated:
"Note to self, do not borrow Patti's cell."
I admit that I am an addict, but like all addictions, they must be eliminated before there is a serious problem at hand. I find it an inexpensive way to talk to my friends and family across the miles.
And it is also a portable friend when you need one. Minus all of the fee's as I signed on to FIDO at an early stage of the life cycle of SMS. I have a bundle package deal that lets me send pretty much as many as I want for almost nothing. Like I said, I signed up for it in its infancy and they SO hate me for this old package that I am allowed to keep. (ha ha ha)
I write this to say that lately I have taken a break from this medium. I have always wondered about the microwaves pulsing back and forth. If you are wearing an iPod or personal entertainment device of any sort that has headphones, you can actually hear these
buzzing waves of messages coming in and out. Take a listen it is kind of scary.
This could be like X-rays when they were the cool thing.
My grandmother once told me that in Vancouver they had this fancy shoe store that had an x-ray machine that you could indeed stick your feet under to see your bones!
I wonder if the same sort of thing goes for the whole new text/cell usage. It isnt safe by any means. But you will never know that via the corporations feeding you. I wish this information would come out. As if we would stop using them, it would however just be nice to know the truth. But if it is a large secrecy, then maybe it IS better to take your own precautions.
This past weekend David was sitting on his 11th floor balcony and his cell fell off and down below onto the 10th floor balcony.
Luckily not ALL the way down!
He could see it and hear it sitting down there mocking him.
He felt disconnected without that ability to text. And also the large list of phone numbers stored were laughing too.
I would feel the same if I were in his position.
Part of the reason I got rid of my PALM, what if I were to drop it or get it wet? all of my info would be gonzo.
So he still has not gotten it back as the woman that lives below is much like that troll that lives under the bridge.
She must be using the components to build WOMD or to get cable reception.
So this is day three that we have gone without it.
We have started to wake up and see that its not SO bad.
But it is like I said to my friends on the weekend:
"its like having a portable boyfriend, and my phone vibrates too!"
Then magalie stated:
"Note to self, do not borrow Patti's cell."
6.8.04
country singer vs arab: $200 tickets avail
http://channels.netscape.com/ns/music/story.jsp?idq=/ff/story/0001%2F20040805%2F1639577627.htm&sc=1403&photoid=19920507WXS101
FORGET Tyson, The CFL, CBC Friday night Curling, Sinister Mister Kuddles and his binge drinking performances, my whole circus bit,
'cause golly. do I have a new show for you:
*Country Singer vs Angry Arab*
$200 tickets available while they last!!!
Please pay directly thru pblog at:
pattatista@bigotVSrag_fu-usa.fu
One night only!
laptops across the world will buzz stained with more plots to threaten US citizens over the course of the next few years.
Alert status...
Dont worry friend, I will be there with you. And I will carry the american flag upside down because it is, well topsy-turvy land and in America you can pretty much get away with anything you just-so-damn-well-please.
Because baby, being caucasian down south really does give you that whole sense of freedom they speak so highly about. Why the hell not come along?
Certainly.
$200 is a mere entertainment-at-its-best-investment* for you and your loved ones.
-And not to worry about the mess caused by the racial battle and misc damages and or misc looting.
The mexican maintenence crew will have the place spic-N-span in no time after the show is over!
*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's who attend will not be THAT entertained as in lieu of content at hand.
SECONDLY,
excuse me for asking, as I dont know what is indeed worse:
his cowboy hat, cowboy shirt, cowboy song or that he plays the cowboy fiddle?
Whatever folks ranks first-the-worst according to your beliefs* is beyond me.
*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's will not be THAT confused as in lieu of above opinions/indecisions at hand.
the final act:
$FREE with RSVP or $100 at the door:
"COWBOY HANGIN" (hung recklessly with the very words he whines about)
FORGET Tyson, The CFL, CBC Friday night Curling, Sinister Mister Kuddles and his binge drinking performances, my whole circus bit,
'cause golly. do I have a new show for you:
*Country Singer vs Angry Arab*
$200 tickets available while they last!!!
Please pay directly thru pblog at:
pattatista@bigotVSrag_fu-usa.fu
One night only!
laptops across the world will buzz stained with more plots to threaten US citizens over the course of the next few years.
Alert status...
Dont worry friend, I will be there with you. And I will carry the american flag upside down because it is, well topsy-turvy land and in America you can pretty much get away with anything you just-so-damn-well-please.
Because baby, being caucasian down south really does give you that whole sense of freedom they speak so highly about. Why the hell not come along?
Certainly.
$200 is a mere entertainment-at-its-best-investment* for you and your loved ones.
-And not to worry about the mess caused by the racial battle and misc damages and or misc looting.
The mexican maintenence crew will have the place spic-N-span in no time after the show is over!
*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's who attend will not be THAT entertained as in lieu of content at hand.
SECONDLY,
excuse me for asking, as I dont know what is indeed worse:
his cowboy hat, cowboy shirt, cowboy song or that he plays the cowboy fiddle?
Whatever folks ranks first-the-worst according to your beliefs* is beyond me.
*Editor's note: please note that Albertan's will not be THAT confused as in lieu of above opinions/indecisions at hand.
the final act:
$FREE with RSVP or $100 at the door:
"COWBOY HANGIN" (hung recklessly with the very words he whines about)
4.8.04
Genie Atrapado
Along with the SPICE GIRLS and NKOTB, as I had previously mentioned, at the office I work on an eMac. So being that my Mac was passed down to me by another "graphiste" (as they call us in Quebec) he is very latino and has a lot of very latino music leftover on his iTunes for me to enjoy. So I came across Christina Aug's= 'Genie Atrapado' today, and thought the name sounded so much better.
si?
Well I thought that it was somewhat cool. Being that she looks like a male drag queen and all. Twisted sister possibly?
So being as ethnically diverse as montreal is:
A big congrats to my friend Yentran because her sister is opening a brand new CHINESE restaurant as of today located at:
LA MAISON YONG FENG
4593 St. Denis
(514) 849-6688
I know where i'll be for dinner.
si?
Well I thought that it was somewhat cool. Being that she looks like a male drag queen and all. Twisted sister possibly?
So being as ethnically diverse as montreal is:
A big congrats to my friend Yentran because her sister is opening a brand new CHINESE restaurant as of today located at:
LA MAISON YONG FENG
4593 St. Denis
(514) 849-6688
I know where i'll be for dinner.
3.8.04
phattatista
I saw you pondering that glossy vending machine wondering if you should eat that extra BIG DADDY peanut butter 'N chocolate chip cookie! oh wait, that was me.
BIG PATTI, I then freakishly thought. So I stepped over to the .25 coffee machine instead and littered my blood with caffeine.
I thought about dieting to regain my girlish figure lost over the years. Not that I have become bigger I am still the same size. It is crazy that way.
Maybe today I am just bored with myself.
I heard that we all have a genetic code of what our weight should be. I seem to have always hovered around the same weight give or take 5-10 pounds.
But then that is ALSO even at my most intense of karate training, so no its not all of the timbits and guinness that keep me hovering. I am just perfect.
Hell fabulous.
But then I thought, that is Vogue magazine telling me to not even bother to eat. I think it is kind of funny how radical our society is regarding appearances and what is HOTT and what is totally NOTT.
If you are rich then shouldnt you be the biggest fattest heaviest person around?
Bill Gates would need one of those cranes to transport him to those techie conventions; dont you think that would make a better entrance?
Instead, I read Mary-Kate Olsen is doing well after her eating disorder rehab.
Nice!
But then I thought, I am perfectly healthy. And I thought why should I drink chemical shakes to please myself as a thinner happier me?
So I protest! that I think that everyone should get off their butts this month and make a difference to make themselves THAT much healthier.
AND I know some people that should quit smoking too.
This smoking bit, its just not cool anymore. Yet golly! it sure looks cool.
You can be both a rebel AND a diva all at the same time while losing weight like a fashion model would. Wicked.
Hmm, then I thought :
this could indeed be very 1940's.....ahhhh minty AND refreshing!
I could feel so glamourous and heck! a long cigarette holder is pimp nowadays
and would match my Diamond necklace and Tiffany's loot!
Fuck ya! the future Is x-rated. Time to prance around in my feather boa.
Live it up! Tim Horton's & camels for everyone!
+ + +
Fat activists protest diet industry
NEW YORK (AP) -- Unashamed of their size, fed up with fat jokes, and angry at the national obsession with dieting, overweight activists are mounting a feisty protest movement against what it calls the medical establishment's campaign against obesity.
"We're living in the middle of a witch hunt and fat people are the witches," said Marilyn Wann of San Francisco, a militant member of the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance. "It's gotten markedly worse in the last few years because of the propaganda that fatness, a natural human characteristic, is somehow a form of disease."
The association, known as NAAFA, holds its annual convention starting Wednesday in Newark, New Jersey, bringing together activists for social events and workshops on self-acceptance, political advocacy and the "fat liberation" movement.
"I hope we can be a viable force of sanity in the midst of hysteria," said NAAFA spokeswoman Mary Ray Worley of Madison, Wisconsin. "I've found allies in all kinds of unexpected places, but overall there's a lot of animosity. Some people act like obesity is the next worst thing after terrorism."
The convention comes as the movement is scrambling to counter federal government pronouncements that obesity is a "critical public health problem" costing more than $100 billion and 300,000 lives per year.
Jeannie Moloo, an American Dietetic Association spokeswoman who counsels overweight clients at her nutrition practice in Sacramento, California, empathizes with the activists' fight against bias, but says they should be wary of oversimplifying obesity-related health issues.
"Some people can be overweight all their lives and not end up with diabetes or heart disease or hypertension," Moloo said. "But the majority are probably going to develop one of these life-altering conditions."
Fat-acceptance groups were dismayed when federal officials announced last month that Medicare was discarding its declaration that obesity isn't a disease. The policy change will likely prompt overweight Americans covered by Medicare to file medical claims for treatments such as stomach surgery and diet programs.
"Obesity is not a disease," insisted Allen Steadham, director of the Austin, Texas-based International Size Acceptance Association. "All this does is open the door for the diet and bariatric surgery industries to make a potentially tremendous profit."
Most fat-acceptance activists endorse the concept of eating healthy food and exercising regularly, but they oppose any fixation on losing weight and contend that more than 95 percent of diets fail. They also decry the rapid growth of stomach-shrinking surgery; the number of such procedures has quadrupled to 100,000 annually since 1998.
Wann depicts bariatric surgery as "stomach amputation" that imposes anorexia on patients and exposes them to long-term risks. Kelly Bliss, a self-described "full-figured fitness instructor" from Lansdowne, Pennsylvania, predicts that future generations will disapprovingly look back on stomach surgery as "comparable to lobotomies."
Bliss, who coaches clients by phone and in fitness classes, subscribes to a philosophy called "health at every size" -- preaching that health, fitness and self-esteem can be achieved independent of weight.
"There's a war on obese people, and I'm treating the casualties - people whose hearts are being ripped out," Bliss said.
NAAFA and others have tried to combat what they see as rampant discrimination against fat people, but progress has been sporadic. Southwest Airlines, for example, resisted protests targeting its policy of requiring large passengers to purchase a second ticket if they can't fit in a single seat.
"People want to fight for their rights, but there's a lot of shame involved," Steadham said. "It takes a whole lot of determination to stick through it to the end."
A few cities, including San Francisco, explicitly outlaw weight discrimination. Michigan is the only state to do so, but its Civil Rights Department said only five of 1,696 job discrimination complaints filed in 2003 involved weight.
Walter Lindstrom, a San Diego attorney specializing in weight-discrimination cases, said overweight plaintiffs usually must prove that acts of bias against them are covered by federal laws prohibiting discrimination against disabled people.
"These cases are more difficult from a proof standpoint, and also because you're dealing with a very unpopular class of clients," Lindstrom said. "Juries are generally disgusted with your average size-related plaintiff. You have to get past that, and have them see the plaintiff as someone with a true medical problem."
Many fat-acceptance activists were heartened by this year's publication of "The Obesity Myth" by University of Colorado law professor Paul Campos, who contends that diet promoters, drug companies and weight-loss surgeons have whipped up an irrational panic over weight.
Campos shares many of the activists' views but says their effectiveness has been limited.
"The movement has found itself marginalized by drawing its membership and leadership from the far extreme of obesity," he said. "It will be more successful if it can attract the two-thirds of Americans who are being told by the government that they weigh too much -- the I-want-to-lose-20-pounds crowd who are starting to feel a certain amount of resentment from the constant haranguing they're getting."
BIG PATTI, I then freakishly thought. So I stepped over to the .25 coffee machine instead and littered my blood with caffeine.
I thought about dieting to regain my girlish figure lost over the years. Not that I have become bigger I am still the same size. It is crazy that way.
Maybe today I am just bored with myself.
I heard that we all have a genetic code of what our weight should be. I seem to have always hovered around the same weight give or take 5-10 pounds.
But then that is ALSO even at my most intense of karate training, so no its not all of the timbits and guinness that keep me hovering. I am just perfect.
Hell fabulous.
But then I thought, that is Vogue magazine telling me to not even bother to eat. I think it is kind of funny how radical our society is regarding appearances and what is HOTT and what is totally NOTT.
If you are rich then shouldnt you be the biggest fattest heaviest person around?
Bill Gates would need one of those cranes to transport him to those techie conventions; dont you think that would make a better entrance?
Instead, I read Mary-Kate Olsen is doing well after her eating disorder rehab.
Nice!
But then I thought, I am perfectly healthy. And I thought why should I drink chemical shakes to please myself as a thinner happier me?
So I protest! that I think that everyone should get off their butts this month and make a difference to make themselves THAT much healthier.
AND I know some people that should quit smoking too.
This smoking bit, its just not cool anymore. Yet golly! it sure looks cool.
You can be both a rebel AND a diva all at the same time while losing weight like a fashion model would. Wicked.
Hmm, then I thought :
this could indeed be very 1940's.....ahhhh minty AND refreshing!
I could feel so glamourous and heck! a long cigarette holder is pimp nowadays
and would match my Diamond necklace and Tiffany's loot!
Fuck ya! the future Is x-rated. Time to prance around in my feather boa.
Live it up! Tim Horton's & camels for everyone!
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Fat activists protest diet industry
NEW YORK (AP) -- Unashamed of their size, fed up with fat jokes, and angry at the national obsession with dieting, overweight activists are mounting a feisty protest movement against what it calls the medical establishment's campaign against obesity.
"We're living in the middle of a witch hunt and fat people are the witches," said Marilyn Wann of San Francisco, a militant member of the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance. "It's gotten markedly worse in the last few years because of the propaganda that fatness, a natural human characteristic, is somehow a form of disease."
The association, known as NAAFA, holds its annual convention starting Wednesday in Newark, New Jersey, bringing together activists for social events and workshops on self-acceptance, political advocacy and the "fat liberation" movement.
"I hope we can be a viable force of sanity in the midst of hysteria," said NAAFA spokeswoman Mary Ray Worley of Madison, Wisconsin. "I've found allies in all kinds of unexpected places, but overall there's a lot of animosity. Some people act like obesity is the next worst thing after terrorism."
The convention comes as the movement is scrambling to counter federal government pronouncements that obesity is a "critical public health problem" costing more than $100 billion and 300,000 lives per year.
Jeannie Moloo, an American Dietetic Association spokeswoman who counsels overweight clients at her nutrition practice in Sacramento, California, empathizes with the activists' fight against bias, but says they should be wary of oversimplifying obesity-related health issues.
"Some people can be overweight all their lives and not end up with diabetes or heart disease or hypertension," Moloo said. "But the majority are probably going to develop one of these life-altering conditions."
Fat-acceptance groups were dismayed when federal officials announced last month that Medicare was discarding its declaration that obesity isn't a disease. The policy change will likely prompt overweight Americans covered by Medicare to file medical claims for treatments such as stomach surgery and diet programs.
"Obesity is not a disease," insisted Allen Steadham, director of the Austin, Texas-based International Size Acceptance Association. "All this does is open the door for the diet and bariatric surgery industries to make a potentially tremendous profit."
Most fat-acceptance activists endorse the concept of eating healthy food and exercising regularly, but they oppose any fixation on losing weight and contend that more than 95 percent of diets fail. They also decry the rapid growth of stomach-shrinking surgery; the number of such procedures has quadrupled to 100,000 annually since 1998.
Wann depicts bariatric surgery as "stomach amputation" that imposes anorexia on patients and exposes them to long-term risks. Kelly Bliss, a self-described "full-figured fitness instructor" from Lansdowne, Pennsylvania, predicts that future generations will disapprovingly look back on stomach surgery as "comparable to lobotomies."
Bliss, who coaches clients by phone and in fitness classes, subscribes to a philosophy called "health at every size" -- preaching that health, fitness and self-esteem can be achieved independent of weight.
"There's a war on obese people, and I'm treating the casualties - people whose hearts are being ripped out," Bliss said.
NAAFA and others have tried to combat what they see as rampant discrimination against fat people, but progress has been sporadic. Southwest Airlines, for example, resisted protests targeting its policy of requiring large passengers to purchase a second ticket if they can't fit in a single seat.
"People want to fight for their rights, but there's a lot of shame involved," Steadham said. "It takes a whole lot of determination to stick through it to the end."
A few cities, including San Francisco, explicitly outlaw weight discrimination. Michigan is the only state to do so, but its Civil Rights Department said only five of 1,696 job discrimination complaints filed in 2003 involved weight.
Walter Lindstrom, a San Diego attorney specializing in weight-discrimination cases, said overweight plaintiffs usually must prove that acts of bias against them are covered by federal laws prohibiting discrimination against disabled people.
"These cases are more difficult from a proof standpoint, and also because you're dealing with a very unpopular class of clients," Lindstrom said. "Juries are generally disgusted with your average size-related plaintiff. You have to get past that, and have them see the plaintiff as someone with a true medical problem."
Many fat-acceptance activists were heartened by this year's publication of "The Obesity Myth" by University of Colorado law professor Paul Campos, who contends that diet promoters, drug companies and weight-loss surgeons have whipped up an irrational panic over weight.
Campos shares many of the activists' views but says their effectiveness has been limited.
"The movement has found itself marginalized by drawing its membership and leadership from the far extreme of obesity," he said. "It will be more successful if it can attract the two-thirds of Americans who are being told by the government that they weigh too much -- the I-want-to-lose-20-pounds crowd who are starting to feel a certain amount of resentment from the constant haranguing they're getting."
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