Bad New Index: Haiti. In more warlike news, Support from Canada. Why is this a bad idea? Well, these scientists think it's bunk. As does this defense expert. And these ones. And these. Here, a populist source just so you see not all the links are to pacifist physicists and renegade government employees. Let's not forget a prominent US newspaper and some conventional news sources in the mix. Here's some stuff about US missile defense in general just to be safe. And finally, here is a global-political perspective aside from the science. And finally, some other people here, here, here, and here have compiled even more links. Mainstream conspiracy theorists have also tuned in.

Intervention needs to come about soon. Or maybe not soon if I'm rational about it. A day of movies will not help a languishing chemistry mark. And on the slate: Dawn of the Dead, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Envy, gurgle rinse repeat?

Am I offended that people only talk to me about homework or business or events or organizing or projects? Would I have had a meltdown where I listened to Boy with An Arab Strap on a loop? Did I feel like bawling 3 days out of 5? Did I bawl 3 days out of 5? Have you had a good week? What constitutes as burn out? If a tree falls in a forest and no has heard, does the forest exist? Does the tree die? Will logging companies win rights to the wood? Will the world be a worse place if they do?

I had a dream sometime the last two weeks where Harry Potter used the school as a training centre for the next battle against Voldemort. The first one involved heavy losses on their side, but the next was supposed to be more successful as they had developed an army of pheonixes. I was looking up at these tall, very chicken-like birds, then leading people around the basement on a tour. As the group walked, a boy shorter than me with dark hair and a black sweatshirt put his arm around my waist and we looked for plastic rainforest treefrogs which were hidden on the wall. I was ridiculously happy and at peace. Hermione, not as Emma Watson, but in-my-head Hermione walked with us and was jealous. Though I don't remember of me or the black sweatshirt boy; some gender/sexual orientation confusion in the dream there. But I do remember her words: "At my school, girls know magic. You can't get that here." All very puzzling.

We'll talk real politick next time. Or. Sweet nothing when all gets drunk on ambrosia and boheme.

Good News Index:Nova Scotia and waste management. Hope worth celebrating.

Bad News Index: Glaciers are saying bye-bye. But mussels are saying 'hullo.' To the North Pole at least. And then there are these people who think there's a conspiracy. Conspiracy theorists?

Walking a lot can be fun. Here are some distances and times:

Thanks a lot to this bloke for a radio link. Not only do they have moderately cool ads (freedom council anyone?), I've been introduced to sillygrinonfacefortwentyminutes music. Let there be a sample. This is Belle and Sebastian doing everything to rhyme. It would be deity-awful if not for the wonderful...x factor.

Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world 
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl.
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? 
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? 
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze.
A trail for the devil to erase.
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play.
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? 
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay.
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
about the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read.
The statue’s crying too and well, he may.

I love you. I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face.
I love you. My responsibility has found a place 
beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words 
come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd.
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job.” 
Maybe, but not what she deserves.

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake.
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates.
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style.
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by.
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate 
in a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare.

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day.
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays .
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor.
He knows the drink affects his speed, he’s praying for
a doorway 
back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench.
Life outside the diamond is a wrench 

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend.
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend.
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day.
You’d settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee."
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like 
a flower.

Meet you at the statue in an hour 
Meet you at the statue in an hour

And then, there's An English Houses from those Kings of Convenience:

An english house could never be warm 
when autumn has waned and winter is born 
single glazed windows won't keep the draft away for long 

watching birds and aeroplanes 
crossing the sky and out of my frame 
evening sounds from Hornsey Lane 
to which I am drawn.

Enough of ctrl v for one night.

I have a shimmery orange headband on. I can officially be a child of the eighties. Or is ironed hair from a decade or so further back.

It's crazy some altogether, so here's to some sleeping.

Good News Index: Whoa, what's this? People adapting and being innovative? AIDSwalk Ottawa also raised over $90 000. I also helped my Dad mow the lawn using a manual law mower. Which he took up after in the front yard, post abandoing the diesel one in the back. AND Ms Smith was interested in the tyrannies of the Ontario Teacher's Pension Plan. link 1 and 2.

Bad News Index: A bit late, and more pathetic and horrorifying then bad news, but hey, it's the Olympics so it must be worth a mention.

After a visit to friendly Dr. Hogg, pints of blood (just 6 or 7 of those tubules, really) were donated to the cause of Whether I Have Rubella Immunity, Iron Deficiency, Enough Vitamin B₁₂ and hosts of other fascinating procedures for the test interns at Gamma XRay Laboratories. Accent on the BOR.

Perpetual motion is much more interesting than my medical history. People from YAG popped up from all over the place, Megan and I started trailing each other everywhere (6 views in the last 4 days!) We had fun with Maxx of DeLaSalle Lit., virgin shirley temples, a guy in super thick glasses-It's Alright Not to Drink pins-and other fascinating apparel. The two people I listened to were hahah-inducing funny. One of them gave the audience a quiz and the other read from postcards sent by a Kate. Pity that I missed the mad scientist from U of T, but I suppose worried sleepy mothers are for the good of human kind.

And brought to you by creativecreationssummer2004:

The Panic Returns

Phase 1: excited initiation of gazillions of initiatives
the 2nd: buzzing brain full of steps and procedure
3: covered whiteboards, a lot of lists
4: burnt shell, where a lot of Roswell is watched, internet cartoons visited, and people's made-for-voyeurs-lives spied on.
5: much sleeping, possibly a hippie camp or two
6: repeat.

Other topics of interest would be internet viewing habits in general, brainwashing. Tune in next week for more of those intriguing navel gazing sessions.

Good News Index: Glark is a fantastic word. But on a final ambivalent note, the closest bus shelter got smashed in last night by some stupid people. Could these disaffected probably-youth smashed in something else. Direct that anger towards something with reason at least. They have failed to make me see why OCTranspo was deserving of their rage.