There are people in the world who prostitute their children and argue to the world that they have no other way to survive. Bullshit. 380 Euros to get your kicks with a poor kid in a squallid room in the arse end of town. 380 Euros is a pretty nice sum of money, especially when you come from the arse end of town in the arse end of the world. So why doesn't the mother prostitute herself? She would make money, just not as much as her children make. So at what point does survival just become greed?
I read about a man in Australia who had been arrested for having sex with minors in Thailand. His frequent trips raised alarm bells and he was investigated. It is now against the law for an Australian citizen to go overseas and sexually exploit minors. A victory for the world, even if only a small one it's about bloody time.
I saw a t-shirt today that said "love is not bling".
A headline yesterday announcing that "porno kills desire". George Bush is still stuffed on his soapbox glorifying himself in the misery that was 9/11. I could go on and on, the world might just be beyond repair.
Last night Remi and I went to see "La Marche de l'Empereur". In English the title has been translate to "March of the Penguins". Poor translation, absolutely fabulously life affirming movie. See it.
Time is speeding up here, things are moving and changing very fast but still I am unable to lift the veil of secrecy. Perhaps next week or the week after I will be able to blurt it out.
Summer is a violent heatwave, just as cruel as the winter was. And yet, as a friend of mine recently said "Quebecois in the summertime are people who have lived through the winter". And it is so true, life is suddenly filled with activity and people are outdoors every second possible. The humidity is a killer. The air just stagnates. There is no sea breeze to sweep it all away. Just a big fat city spilling its guts into the sky and churning up the heat engine. France is going through the same thing. How hot will it get?
I have had my first experience of the 'beach' Montreal fashion. Lakeside. Slimy rocks and sand under your feet, but the water is oh so soft against your fingers.
I was doing the dishes tonight and suddenly had a flashback triggered by god knows what. About 5 people, Friday night drinks on the balcony at work. A few too many for sure. Whose bright idea? Who knows. Perhaps a conversation about real blondes or about how your pubic hair rarely matches the colour of the hair on your head. And suddenly everyone was swearing to secrecy, beer bottle in one hand, reaching down the front of their pants with the other, and a look of deep concentration... Snatch! All people (except me of course who was stone cold sober and declined the invitation) victoriously displaying before them a solitary pubic hair, putting it to their head and passing themselves around for everyone to see. Alcohol does funny things to people.

P.S: If you scroll right down this page you will see that you can now sign up to be sent an email notification when I update my blog. I have put this in place because I realise that my good, regular blogging habits rarely last very long.

xx

You are Wallace Stevens. You love everything,
especially the sound of things. Too bad you
are so obscure that at times even you don't
understand what the hell you have written.


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I don't agree that I am obscure. Ok, let me say that more definitely. I am not obscure. Although it is true that sound is very important to me. Words absolutely have to be melodic.

This is the photo I had mentioned to you earlier. My friend Kayv recently took a trip to Tibet where he was stricken by the good humour and friendliness of the people he met. People who live in extreme poverty. Kayv is shown here teaching his signature "factory line shuffle" dance to an old beggar who was so into it the kids ended up catching his enthusiasm and joining in. I love this picture and can only hope you get the same feeling from it as me. Namaste.

I am currently reading Da Vinci Code to figure out what all the fuss is about: the controversy, the spin-off books and the spin in general. Not so keen to blow 50 bucks on hype, I was waiting for it to be released in paperback version and growing increasingly disgusted by the clever marketing ploy that was delaying this so. Finally, however, the French paperback version has been released so I snapped it up and am now swept away on the journey. It really is absorbing. It really does leave you guessing, wondering… curious. How much of it is fact and how much fiction?

The clues so far are certainly enough to keep Google in business for a while and I’m sure http://www.opusdei.org/ never got so many hits. Of course, I’m right in there furiously clicking from link to link. Today I came across the website of a Melbourne guy who believes he is Jesus. He’s completely cracked, but hey it’s worth a peek! http://www.holyconspiracy.com/archives/Jesus.htm

Of particular interest is how he “proves” his conviction to us, so be sure to follow the “Can I prove I’m Jesus?” link at the bottom of the page.


I have not had much chance to post for the last week since life has been pretty hectic… I am taking advantage of a quiet 5 minutes at work to post via e-mail. Tonight I should finally be able to post a picture I have been wanting to share with you for a while.

Until then…

This is a quick entry to check if my e-mail publishing settings are in order. You may notice that I have added a new functionality: you can now e-mail each other my posts and talk about me behind my back :D

www.weblogs.com will also show you if I have updated my blog, but right now I don’t see a point in it since it’s merely a list so why not just log on to the site and check?