Potential Energy

Some are worried that the two new pipes lines running from the province of Siberia, Russia down into Communist China is little more than a £5.7 billion ploy to put pressure on the EU. This pipeline shows Europe that Russia does not need their business and can then hike the price up on both sides. Some agencies in Moscow worry about Siberia’s ability to stockpile enough fuel to meet the demand, and have raised questions about how much fuel even remains in the region. Which could be why the two are squabbling over who will pay for most of the pipelines construction.

These are the things you start to worry about when you read the news every day.

Stockholm Syndrome describes the behaviour of kidnap victims who, over time, become sympathetic to their captors. The name derives from a 1973 hostage incident in Stockholm, Sweden. At the end of six days of captivity in a bank, several kidnap victims actually resisted rescue attempts, and afterwards refused to testify against their captors.

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Give MacGyver a stick, a paper clip and some chewing gum he might just make you a kite. You could then give me these same three things, and best-case scenario ends in me with mint fresh breath. There is potential in everything, it just takes some one with vision to flush it out.

With a pencil and paper I can make you a sketch, with a brushes and canvas I can paint you a dream. The more you have to work with the more you can do. See where I am taking this?

Now if you sit in a box for a year, much will go on outside with out you. You may then resurface only to find every one else who did not find it necessary to join you in the box had progressed and developed with their time out side. Their environment would have afforded them a greater range of experiences, and thusly allow them a better understanding of the working world. So...

I guess what I am trying to say is Saskatoon is a box, and you all suffer from Stockholm’s syndrome. You are a victim of your circumstances. Stop watching television, do not read this, understanding that you are a product of your environment means that you must manage what kind of environment you expose yourself too. If you sit in the box, you may learn the secret ways of box, but in the end it is just a box.

So run, run like hell.

The other day I was smoking from my bong.

The flame from the lighter set in motion a magnificent sight. The fire grasped the bottom of a stem then rushing up it spread out and across a perfect little five-leafed star. It burnt golden and red, like a sign from above it filled me with amazement and wonder as it burnt down to yellow and then to ash and grey.

The Use of Energy

Hmm... my moustache has finally started to curl down into my mouth. Perhaps I should just buy a razor...

As we are marching towards the inevitable: the end of fossil fuels on earth. My mind is now drawn towards the question of how best to use what little we have left. Some how taking the truck to pick up a slurpee in the middle of winter does not seem like an ideal expenditure. I realise that nothing will stop you or the Americans from driving these dent resistant coffins, but running out of oil might be a start.

The idea now is to use what energy we have to develop the technology to save our asses. Every barrel of oil that is used within a country produces so much energy that can be spent in any way you use oil. So who is being the most responsible? China. Think about this, for every barrel of oil you produce so much energy, some of that energy goes to research and development and some goes to cruising down 8th street. What government model allows for most efficient rationing of resources? Communism! Now I am not saying that we should all go communist, but maybe we should? Should. Should. Should.

I was told today I should invest in the future.

I thought to myself, I cannot eat money.

If I could do it all over again
I’d do it the same
But I’d work this situation out
So that you were to blame.

Yulia Tymoshenko is the forerunner for what is left of the American backed Orange Revolution that is trying to scrape together a majority in the Ukraine. Power sure is sexy.

I bought a Volcano.

So much to be worried about.

Worried about global warming? Well stop your worrying it is here! In just three days we have lost two thirds of our snow. We are talking about a city that resembled Narnia resembling Narnia as Santa shows up to announce Aslan, Christmas presents and melting snow, snow, snow.

It is like a light switch, sort of. You get the icecaps to start melting and then they hit this point, the waters are a little higher than they used to be and click. The higher water allows for icecaps to float a little bit more and the released pressure allows them to slip into the ocean. One slips in and raises the tides just enough for another to slip in, which allows two, for, ten, all the ice caps come sliding down into the ocean. What happens from here is largely up to debate. The earth was already entering a cooling period which would have slowly brought us into another ice age, but thanks to us its been postponed. If all the ice caps slip into the water it is possible that the immobile icecaps on Antarctica could come lose and slip into the ocean. This would flood the planet. Mostly. All this ice now floating in the water is going to do one of two things. It will either cool the earths oceans so much that the planet “flips” into another ice age, or they all melt and we are left standing on the peaks of mountains.

Imagine taking a canoe between the skyscrapers still standing out of the water huge like fallen gods.

I see conspiracy everywhere I look.

Uehen

Music Review!

Arctic Monkeys – Whatever People Say
Enver informs me that over in England these fellows are being hailed as the new Beatles. No one else seems to know who them, and I myself found them on NME.com I cannot say that I dislike even a portion of this album. It is pop, and soon enough it will be here, likely just in time for the kids getting out of school, so soon we will all be sick to death of it, but until then, hazza!

Belle and Sebastian – The Life Pursuit
Their most produced album to date, I would suggest you download it, but only after you have gone through all their older albums first. Not that it is not brilliant, it is. It just sometimes makes me think that this is what some one would sound like if they were trying to be like Belle and Sebastian. But it is Belle and Sebastian. So I do not know how to feel.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Show Your Bones
They do a good job of keeping up with the predict me not attitude as this is not your momma’s and papa’s Yeah Yeah Yeahs. James did not realise what he was listening to until I told him. The new sound does nothing to diminish the flavour, and Karen O is a flavour factory. A must pawn.

Screw Proofreading!

Exhume Your Pine Cones

I read google news so that I may expose myself to a cross section of news stories from all around the world. This is what my news page looks like. It affords me a look into politics left and right from both sides. So where was I going again? Oh yeah! Communication! One thing I have started to realize in my now almost year of reading random news articles is that we just do not understand each other. Half the shit I read could not be considered news, and neither routers, or bbc world get exemption from this accusation. You need only read the same story from a few papers before the bias starts to shine on through each telling.

These is no ‘I’ in stab but I am thinking of putting ‘U’ in it.

There has been innumerable studies done that show no clear clinical link between marijuana use and long term memory damage, but one study comes out showing their might be a link between the two and every paper in America starts screaming about it. What they will neglect to tell you in most of these articles is that the tests were only done on a total of twenty-four people, this includes the people who did not smoke. The doctors who carried out the tests said in their report that it was impossible for them to determine if the affects shown were caused by the subjects marijuana use or any other number of factors. So despite a massive body of information showing evidence to the contrary every one is piling on the bandwagon. On the basis of one flawed test trial.

You do not need to tell me that intelligence is the best anti drug. I know the people who you would associate with my beloved past time. I know the reasons you think we are all monsters, and maybe some of us are, but the shotgun approach is never a pretty one.

This is not a problem that is purely focused on the right left or centre. All are guilty here. The right wing papers write for the right wing and the left for the left. They throw stereotypes around as fact, claiming the most horrendous untruths about the other side. They make fun of each other, belittling the other for their beliefs. Throwing stones just makes you look like a cave man.

James, call the Daly Burger - 284 4944

My dad asked me the other day if I would like a job as a day trader. He would not ask if he could not some how have made it happen. I told him no. He said some people make a lot of money doing it, and I told him the money was the problem. He tried to change my mind for almost five of our seven minute long conversation. I have had to swallow some rather bitter pills when it comes to employment. Reforesting devastation, only to be raped again. Pumping oppression for 98.9 a litre.

But I have to draw the line some where.

Fuck the white world.

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U E H E N
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And we will take a day of rest if we will all be heaven blessed.

God must have been a colour blind

And then the lights came on,
In the middle of the night,
What I should do with my life,
How I should spend my time,
I'll be a stock broker and I'll get me a wife,
Gave the diamonds cut,
And have the diamonds.

Megatons

They measure nuclear weapons in megatons. How many hundreds of thousands of tons of dynamite would we need to make a fire ball to rival this wonderful little monstrosity. I realize that no one group of scientists worked on the weapon and that the research was spread out as far as Canada, but at some point some one had to be there to compile it all. Did it not cross their minds that perhaps they should take a step back, muddle the mixture a little so that it just did not work? Instead they send letters to the Emperor of Japan urging him to step down, warning of a terrible wind.

At times I wonder what would happen if some high flying aircraft started carpet bombing the city. Would I still go to work? Obtaining food would seem like my new priority. Would they invoke the war measures act? Would they set up safe houses and shelters for the victims of the raids? What could be done to stop these flying monsters?

The big eight met in Moscow recently, to discuses everything from bird flu to the growing energy problem. It finally came down on the table that we are going to run out of oil, then gas, then coal, and then we are fucked. They discussed openly for the first time about how if a revolutionary new clean source of energy is not found that we will be facing a crisis rather shortly. China has promised to keep energy consumption twenty percent below the annual domestic growth to try avoiding the need to import any more oil. Russia is going to build thirty new nuclear reactors. The diplomat from the United States said increased trade was the solution. I wonder if they are seen as morons within the international diplomatic communities.

Iran is a very wealthy country. They have more in common with us than you know, and like us they want the right to nuclear power. At the moment the USA, Britain and the EU are all very concerned about them acting on this right. So much so that they were within stabbing distance of referring the matter to the UN to impose sanctions against them... which would be fallowed by missiles. However just as it seems all is coming apart Russia holds up its hand and get in the way waving its veto status in every ones face saying that they want to talk with Iran first to see if something can be worked out.

So far nothing has been worked out. Maybe nothing will be worked out, but this is only a small problem in the scheme of things. Within the next twenty-five years many of the worlds developing nations will be looking to nuclear power as the answer. Keeping them at bay is not going to be possible forever. Soon everyone will have reactors, every one will be able to enrich, and every one will be able to build weapons.

I just hope I am dead by then.

Uehen.

I do not sing alone

Here it is,
Okay! First understand that the town crier is folly. Gossip! Gossip and half truths. Understand me, read me, ask me. Take from no other my words. Every thing about me spins like English, everything about me is only to you. To no one else do my truths hold.

If you want to know something ask. Do not believe what you hear. I am prone to lie, and to debate. What is said is not always what is meant. Understand my words to some are worth no more than nothing. To take my will from these is folly.

Hark,

And low.

To understand you must know. So ask.

Twist,
Twist twist the dagger!

Long range threat! Woogie boogie boo!

A right fuck off.

UehenaeS

fuck off

The Subtlest Story Teller

or
The collective writings of the last twelve days.

I should have been a Shaman.

I have been wearing your scarf like candy around my neck
The smell of memory fleeting keeps me awake
I try not to forget.

So James and I are playing halo, and by chance we both kill each other at the same moment and the score falls on thirteen - thirteen. I then proclaimed that who ever makes the next kill would lose the match. James makes the shot gets the score to thirteen -fourteen ahead of me but surely enough I managed to make a spree and prevail over Brown. Then the next two games in a row I win with a score of twenty-five to thirteen. Then in the fourth game James Brown manages to get fourteen points with myself only one kill from victory, but surely enough he kills himself drops his score to thirteen and I kill him to make it the third game in a row. Then it happened again. So I stopped playing. Four games in a row is a bad sign, I think I may have inadvertently cursed James.

Pift, inadvertently.

I wrote that last paragraph almost three days ago now, and since then about half our games end in the score twenty five thirteen. It happened three times yesterday.
(Editors note: In the twelve days since that was first written the score has been twenty five - thirteen more times than I can count. It really has gotten out of hand.)


Divine light

Like retching

Twenty two years old,
and I am already tired,
When all I do is sleep.

The ripples of the day,
Waves out from the stones,
Dropped from bridges
To pass the time.

Sedated into tranquility.
Ends justifying means.
So time passes.

Inner peace

Oblivion.


I once said I wanted to be away from you,
When the time was needed.
Now that you are beyond my reach
I can only weep to myself.
May our insight lead like hindsight
And our path be forset on all side.

Do not become so attached to a poem that you forget the truth that lacks lyricism.

Do not become so attached to a faith that you forget its just a social paradigm.

You have been conditioned to be everything you are.

Looking back at the situation from the outside, I must admit that it would have looked rather odd to Brown. When I leapt from my chair and landed on the tips of my toes in the middle of the room. Taking two steps toward the kitchen still on toe, then stopping, waiting, pirouette towards the door, stop wait, turn and place a toe on the first stair. Wait, look up stairs, and then run up the stairs.

Of course I was just trying to figure out where the draft was coming from. Which was the window upstairs in the bathroom. Sometimes we forget to close it. Or open it...

Floating nightly on the ocean of your love,
In a small wood boat I stay floating.
Look up and feel as away from you as the stars,
Though their light is guiding,
It is their light that I wish washed over me.

I think Tyler would like to teach me that stealing is bad.

But property theft from a mindless soulless inhuman cooperation does the economy good! By forcing the corporations to pull tighter and tighter they only add stress to their frail design. Something has to snap before there is change. By undermining their efficiency I am pushing for change in a world where they make it hard to believe in anything. What damage am I doing? What more could I do? I could fly to Africa but I think I will try to help out at home a bit first.

The more I look around and the more I think about things around this city the more I realize that a change will come in our lifes time. Capitalism is the evil seed within our society, pitting on against another. Rewarding those who dare to be the most cutthroat. I am naive and largely uneducated on the matter, so I am in no place to be arguing with you right now but I am working on my manifesto. You will be the first to see.

A working class hero.

You think that after only a years passing since I worked for western grocers that I would have been a little more than hesitant to go running back. Oops. I am tired of the government and their silly games to get me money. After my first check back with the warehouse I am just going to get a regular loan from the bank and buy everything I need. Work and glass when I can... until I get the union. Then part time. Pay the loan and not have to worry about zoning, fire permits, and people snooping around to see how business is going. If I tell them I want a loan for five grand to buy a couch they will likely just give it to me. Then I get the torch, and maybe buy a house. You can get them for three hundred dollars a month here. Like borscht!

Did you know you get can weasel a tax break if you own more than one house?

You know where socialism is really starting to heat up? England. There are areas where a residence is six times the average annual household income. The low price of tin has forced the workforce into mcJobs for a minimal wage and a desolate future in tourism. So what are they doing about it? I will show you... want to see what the futurelooks like?

You can learn a lot from a commie.

Did you know that the managers at Domo drive around all day from location to location counting money? They fix accounting errors and give motivational talks to the underpaid and under appreciated. They want you to work hard, because they get a bonus based on how many litres of gas you sell. You of course would never see any of this bonus as a simple employee; hell you were not supposed find out about it.

All I am saying is that it is possible to do things differently, but more than just differently, we can do it better. Democracy is still possible within socialism as is commercialism and freedom of speech and all that other bull shit the states is so hard up about. Socialism is not about controlling and regulating the way you live your life. This is only what they tell you it is about, to scare you into buying another happy meal. Socialism is about making sure the basic needs of every one are taken care of first. Food, shelter, healthcare, education should all considered basic human right. It is insane to think that we have made it this far with out some basic framework in place for taking care of everyone.

No one teaches you to raise a kid! Well some one should fucking well start teaching! How hard can it be to instate a program that teaches mothers basic mothering techniques? Offer them additional social assistance if they go through a one-month seminar on why not to shake a baby, why not to drink, why to sing, why play peek-a-boo.

Do not! Do not! Do not ask why! Do not! Do not! Do not ask why!

If you were to take a small capitalist island only ninety miles away from a very large and angry nation that decided it was not going to trade with you, forcing you to only do business with countries half the world away, how long would it be before that system came crashing down? Yet on the principals of all people being equal, with no one left behind, Cuba has managed to survive under the shadow of the most oppressive and ignorant nation to ever plague this planet. By working together they have managed to do what no economist would have ever bet on.

Kill Kill!

I listen to a disgusting amount of Joanna Newsom. Every time I listen to her I fall a little more deeply. Every time I feel love swell within me, this must be how regular people feel for the ones they love.

My hand smells like vomit? I do not remember puking on it, or placing it in another spu.

Cry do I deserve her with unflagging fervour!
Well no we do not if we cannot get over it.

I have been reading about nuclear reactors a lot lately. Enough that some one is likely monitoring me now... they fascinate me though. I could talk for hours about everything from CANDU to the Fast Breeder argument India and the States are having over civilian listings of such reactors. But I will try to avoid that.

Before a country is considered among the nuclear “haves” they first must be able to take the process from dirt to bomb without dependence on any other nation. The only countries that can claim this are also the only countries that have veto rights with a permanent seat on the UN securities council. Funny? I am not laughing.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Mmm green pepper, French brie, mayo, on toasted rye...

The United States is trying to off load its patriot missile system on who ever will take it for what ever they can get for it. Why? Well because it does not work silly! When a scud breaks up into several pieces over its target the patriots cannot tell which piece of falling debris is the warhead, so even if it manages to hit something odds are it was not the intended explosive. They have no proof it has ever worked. They have proof that it can shoot down friendly British aircraft. And these people wanted to put weapons in space!

The other reason these missiles have hit the barging bin is because the states has better toys than that now. It is now possible for them to destroy a missile as it is being launched. So the silo opens the tip comes up out of the ground and smash! Boom! No more missile or horrible nuclear payload. What does it mean? What does it mean! It means that in the right hands, in the right places this kind of defensive system would render nuclear weapons ineffectual! But fuck if they will share with the likes of you. And fuck twice if it works. Fuck thrice if you can find an enemy to defend yourself against. Missiles? I keep my nuke in the back of the truck. We will just drive it across the boarded when it comes down to it.

See what happens when you let me read the news.

Sean and then.
Uehen is when
You are now

My words are all I have, but don’t you underestimate me.