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Joy

Joy

My adviser and the assistant chair of the history department stopped in to ask me if I was needing a little extra cash. I asked him what he had in mind. (You never know with these assistant chairs, after all.) Turns out he wants someone to work on the department pages…he wants a series of information about a dozen or so different classes to go online. All text, he says. Apparently someone somewhere is working on a template for these, and that almost made me cringe, since you know there’s nothing I like better than making a template for a webpage. But he wanted to know if I could do it, and aside from the fact that I’m not sure how the department server works, and how I would ftp stuff to them, I jumped at the chance. I think that’s outrageously great. I can html any ole thing you like. 🙂 So, my little dalliance with the world of the web pays off all over the place…

God, I feel great today. I mean, I can’t even explain it. I just do. I work up feeling great, and I think I went to bed at close to 4am. But I woke up at 8am absolutely overflowing with joy. And then I let myself sleep in a bit, figuring I’d need to after all that, but I would wake up every fifteen minutes feeling like I’d just had another wonderful night’s sleep.

I did manage to steal a coat from home while I was in Guelph this weekend; a blue LL Bean coat that my sister probably picked up at Value Village. (Do you mind, Melissa?) It’s really nice, and I’m liking it more as I wear it around. I also picked up a pink scarf to go with it. Thank God, because no doubt it will get colder shortly…

Ah, what a love in…it’s been a crazy busy couple of weeks, and I’m still busy, but now I’m joyous and busy.

Does This Look Like Me?

Does This Look Like Me?


I asked them to make me look a LITTLE less morose, and they took me really seriously. I’m just a TOUCH less morose than the original. Perhaps they’re just catching me as I look up. Maybe. Am I cute? I look like a geekazoid.

Oh Dear

Oh Dear

For the record:

1) Catsy finds holes in achieve for a living. A minor living, but a living. The fact that she is so good at this has helped us to make Achieve stronger, better, and safer. I personally have lots of important stuff on Achieve, and a malicious hack would be disasterous for me.

2) Catsy has long been capable of hacking my wiz bit. One day, while trying to work out some of these ins and outs, I told her to hack my char and she did it in 15 seconds. But not one second before I asked her to. She won’t try anything without explicit permission, and I feel absolutely sure about this point.

3) She did NOT hack someone else’s MOO. She hacked ours. First she tried to get my wiz char to churn out a wiz bit for her, and then she tried it on Rhonna. Both of us were online at the time, and both of us gave our permission. The hack worked. Catsy’s first act as a wiz was to unset her own wizbit.

4) We realize this hack program compromises ALL the encore MOOs. that’s why we gave a heads up, and that’s why we’re working on patching it. It’s not the only hole, those all of them are fairly complex. Catsy will no doubt find them, and as this happens, we will continue to give heads up about them. And we’re commited to helping to fix them all.

5) I’m utterly saddened that Catspaw is being painted as a cracker, when in reality she is going to help all of us create better MOOs. MOOs do best when lots of eyes are looking at them and lots of hands writing code. The EnCore group is an interesting and dynamic bunch. We can continue to be so. I hope we do.

Piece of History

Piece of History

I’m looking at a page of a Huron-French dictonary, evidence that the French, unlike the Spanish, tried to get to know the people they were trying to convert. Marie de l’Incarnation tried to learn it (I think it was Huron) but she said it was like stones rattling around in her brain.

Some books I need to know this week

Some books I need to know this week

Harris, Cole. Vol. 1. Historical atlas of Canada.
Ray, A. Indians and the fur trade.
Nash, G. Red, White, and Black
Salisbury, N. Mantiou and Providence
Cronon, Changes in the land
Lafitau, The customs of the Indians of North America
Sayer, Gordon. Les sauvages Americains.
De Acosta, Natural and Moral History of the Indies
Seed, V. Ceremonies of Possession.
Eisenbichler, Konrad, Jacqueline Murray. Desire and Discipline
Riddle, John M. Eve’s Herbs: A history of contraception in the West
Wood, Diana M. The Church and Childhood

Lullabies

Lullabies

The Emperor ordered that a group of children be collected, and instructed the foster mothers and the wetnurses who reared them to nurse them, bathe them, and treate them well, but not to talk to them or make the sounds which it was customary to make to infants. He was curious to know in what language these children would begin to speak: Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Arabic, or possibly the language of their natural parents. The experiment failed, and the children not only failed to speak but died. They could not live without handclapping, friendly and joyful facial expressions, praise, and lullabies.
–Shulamith Shahar, Childhood in the Middle Ages

Beautiful Words

Beautiful Words

I am no different from anyone else who writes: idiosyncratic voice does not come easily. One must contend with academese, for instance, its kafkaesque apparatus of critical theory. But when I become frustrated with my grammar, with my obligation to jargon, with the anxiety of influence, I hand myself a chocolate and a reminder: It could be worse. I could be writing this in Polish, in Poland. I could be having to entrust my whimsy to a language that clatters like a knight burdened by yet another crusade. Instead, I can turn to my computer screen to face the cursor cueing words in a language I play most and lie less in and I think,

I don’t ever want to go back.

My possible tattoo and other stories

My possible tattoo and other stories

I know I’ve posted this pic of my dream tattoo before. But I’m posting it again in reference to last night. So let’s start from the beginning…

I went over and got apple care finally. It cost me a million dollars (well, $250!!) to be covered for the next two years. But the rest of this story my convince you of why it might be worth it. So I bring in my computer to the UofT computer store. I’ve done this before, their tech folk are great and really nice. But it seems they just hired two new people who don’t have a CLUE.

I came in and said, “Hi, I’m here to buy apple care.”

And they said, “Apple huh?” And they said I needed a receipt (even though I have a sticker on the back of my computer with their barcode on it), and they don’t know if I can buy more coverage, and how much was my computer, because that makes a difference, and blah blah blah…

And finally they brought my computer back to the tech guys. Who know just what to do. And while I’m at it I show them my puck, whose cord has been steadily turning green. The tech guys give me a new one. Anyway, so tech guy comes out and flips my computer over and does some paper work, and flips it back over and….ACK! The little leaf from my apple symbol has popped out! It’s gone! He’s horrified, and searches around desperately.

I said, “OH NO! Without that little thing, my DSL won’t work!” He looks at me, terrified.

I said, “Oh, I’m just kidding!”

He said, “Don’t do that, you SCARED me!!” He took my number and told me that he’d keep looking for the piece, and order me a new one if he couldn’t find it. I asked for a pink one. (My ibook is graphite. I always wished it was pink.)

So then I went to buy apple care, from these people who still don’t think I bought that computer there. And they don’t know that they sell apple care. The tech guy comes back out with his coat on.

He said, “Really, you can just buy it, go ahead.”

I said, “I’m trying.” I probably made a these people don’t know what they’re talking about face, so he hopped over the counter and showed them where the apple care packages were. I think based on his ease about the whole thing, they let me plunk down my $250. But, you know, this way I can get a puck every 6 months for the next two years, and I can get my little leaf back. Oh yeah. That’s the good stuff.

So then I trundle down to the Duke of York, where the folks from the CRRS gather on fridays after work, and there was all of ONE person there. Shocking. I was late, too, and it was just me and Jim Carscallen (retired UofT prof). We chatted about ESP and ghosts and stuff. And then a very sweet French woman arrived and told us that she had just arrived from Paris for the Renaissance in the 19th century conference, which I completely forgot about. After that a few others shuffled in, included my buddy Crane. (aka, Mark.) It was roughly then that, having my computer with me, I showed him my possible tattoo:

Crane thought this was a good tattoo to get. He thinks it would lend itself well to tattooing. And he thinks it’s beautiful, and I agree.

So then we went out to Gabby’s on Bloor for eats and drink, mostly because it was pouring rain and I didn’t want to walk any farther. It’s always a good time with Crane, let me tell you. We determined that we will go shopping in the market together, because he’s a much better cook than I am. Fun!

Needless to say, I had a brutual headache this morning. Bah.

Editing

Editing

I’m editing a paper for a friend, and she’s flippin’ brilliant. Here are a choice quote:

The image of the computer as an advanced calculator has gradually been transformed into an image of the computer as a theatre, as a stage for a series of performances where contemporary narratives are being collectively created and played out in ‘real time’. When text-based domains in cyberspace are seen as performance spaces, a literary format insolubly intertwined with the electronic environment is created.

Catsy Says

Catsy Says

Catspaw says, “I’m looking for some resources to set up a substitution for the current education-oriented goal as posessed by the object task #5891 within Project Achieve. Funding such a project would allow this resource to dedicate its overall functional purposes to entrusted functions such as the rapid transfer of data between the communicative cerebral of said task, and the participants in Project Achieve’s virtual online environment. It would also allow for this resource to locate other resource tasks, whose job would be to assist this main resource in basic functions, while allowing it to allocate more of its time to important wetware decaying observation functions on a television frequency. With your funding, we will be able to not only continue the development, but also remove cluttering forked information from this important object task. Thank you.”
Catspaw says, “IE: Give Catspaw money. Then she will MOO. And hire slaves. And watch TV. Thank you.”

An Evening well mis-spent

An Evening well mis-spent

Well, I just spent the evening with my ren and ref folks at a roast for my former boss, who’s jetting off the germany next week for a year. What a blast. I’m quite sure I was silly with my adviser, and a few other terribly important professors. But hey. That’s what happens when the drinks is free.

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5976318

God Angrily Clarifies ‘Don’t Kill’ Rule
NEW YORK: Responding to recent events on Earth, God, the omniscient creator-deity worshipped by billions of followers of various faiths for more than 6,000 years, angrily clarified His longtime stance against humans killing each other Monday.

“Look, I don’t know, maybe I haven’t made myself completely clear, so for the record, here it is again,” said the Lord, His divine face betraying visible emotion during a press conference near the site of the fallen Twin Towers. “Somehow, people keep coming up with the idea that I want them to kill their neighbor. Well, I don’t. And to be honest, I’m really getting sick and tired of it. Get it straight. Not only do I not want anybody to kill anyone, but I specifically commanded you not to, in really simple terms that anybody ought to be able to understand.”

I don’t care how holy somebody claims to be,” God said. “If a person tells you it’s My will that they kill someone, they’re wrong. Got it? I don’t care what religion you are, or who you think your enemy is, here it is one more time: No killing, in My name or anyone else’s, ever again.”

“I tried to put it in the simplest possible terms for you people, so you’d get it straight, because I thought it was pretty important,” said God, called Yahweh and Allah respectively in the Judaic and Muslim traditions. “I guess I figured I’d left no real room for confusion after putting it in a four-word sentence with one-syllable words, on the tablets I gave to Moses. How much more clear can I get?”

“But somehow, it all gets twisted around and, next thing you know, somebody’s spouting off some nonsense about, ‘God says I have to kill this guy, God wants me to kill that guy, it’s God’s will,'” God continued. “It’s not God’s will, all right? News flash: ‘God’s will’ equals ‘Don’t murder people.'”

� � � Worse yet, many of the worst violators claim that their actions are justified by passages in the Bible, Torah, and Qur’an.

� � � “To be honest, there’s some contradictory stuff in there, okay?” God said. “So I can see how it could be pretty misleading. I admit it�My bad. I did My best to inspire them, but a lot of imperfect human agents have misinterpreted My message over the millennia. Frankly, much of the material that got in there is dogmatic, doctrinal bullshit. I turn My head for a second and, suddenly, all this stuff about homosexuality gets into Leviticus, and everybody thinks it’s God’s will to kill gays. It absolutely drives Me up the wall.”

� � � God praised the overwhelming majority of His Muslim followers as “wonderful, pious people,” calling the perpetrators of the Sept. 11 attacks rare exceptions.

� � � “This whole medieval concept of the jihad, or holy war, had all but vanished from the Muslim world in, like, the 10th century, and with good reason,” God said. “There’s no such thing as a holy war, only unholy ones. The vast majority of Muslims in this world reject the murderous actions of these radical extremists, just like the vast majority of Christians in America are pissed off over those two bigots on The 700 Club.”

� � � Continued God, “Read the book: ‘Allah is kind, Allah is beautiful, Allah is merciful.’ It goes on and on that way, page after page. But, no, some assholes have to come along and revive this stupid holy-war crap just to further their own hateful agenda. So now, everybody thinks Muslims are all murderous barbarians. Thanks, Taliban: 1,000 years of pan-Islamic cultural progress down the drain.”

� � � God stressed that His remarks were not directed exclusively at Islamic extremists, but rather at anyone whose ideological zealotry overrides his or her ability to comprehend the core message of all world religions.

� � � “I don’t care what faith you are, everybody’s been making this same mistake since the dawn of time,” God said. “The Muslims massacre the Hindus, the Hindus massacre the Muslims. The Buddhists, everybody massacres the Buddhists. The Jews, don’t even get me started on the hardline, right-wing, Meir Kahane-loving Israeli nationalists, man. And the Christians? You people believe in a Messiah who says, ‘Turn the other cheek,’ but you’ve been killing everybody you can get your hands on since the Crusades.”

� � � Growing increasingly wrathful, God continued: “Can’t you people see? What are you, morons? There are a ton of different religious traditions out there, and different cultures worship Me in different ways. But the basic message is always the same: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Shintoism… every religious belief system under the sun, they all say you’re supposed to love your neighbors, folks! It’s not that hard a concept to grasp.”

� � � “Why would you think I’d want anything else? Humans don’t need religion or God as an excuse to kill each other�you’ve been doing that without any help from Me since you were freaking apes!” God said. “The whole point of believing in God is to have a higher standard of behavior. How obvious can you get?”

� � � “I’m talking to all of you, here!” continued God, His voice rising to a shout. “Do you hear Me? I don’t want you to kill anybody. I’m against it, across the board. How many times do I have to say it? Don’t kill each other anymore�ever! I’m fucking serious!”

� � � Upon completing His outburst, God fell silent, standing quietly at the podium for several moments. Then, witnesses reported, God’s shoulders began to shake, and He wept.

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As Cool as I Am
You tried to make me doubt, to make me guess, tried to make me feel like a little less,
Oh, I liked you when your soul was bared, I thought you knew how to be scared,
And now it’s amazing what you did to make me stay,
But truth is just like time, it catches up and it just keeps going…

Dar Williams

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5906534

Well, now you can get Lord of the Rings ICQ!

Let’s see how this would have gone:

Sauron25: wre the hel is my ring?!?!!1
bilbo452: hw wood i no?
XXGandalf: piss of
frododo: sam?
samgamgee: ya?
frododo: is some1 following us?
samgamgee: ya, u got a nife in ur shoulder, d00d
Sauron25: WRE THE HEL IS MY RING??/??
elrond56: shut up
AragornArathorn: i wanna fuck that elf chick
elrond56: ????? you dono’t deserve hr ass
boromirstud69: I want that ring, its cool
frododo: NO!
Sauron25: WRE THE HELL IN MY DAMM RING>??!?
glimi1974: what girly man wnts a ring anyway
Sauron25: ?????
glimi1974: jk
galadrielfox: I have a drink for you guys if you want
frododo: thx
merrymerid444: ow! I fel of a horse!
pippin555: me to! theres a big tree in my face
treebeard57: hoooooooooooooooooooooooollllllllm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhddddoooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
merrymerid444: shut up already, tree
sarumanmulticolor: i rok
XXGandalf: do not. Im dead
sarumanmulticolor: i no, ha ha ha
Sauron25: wRE the hell is my ring?! give it back!
faramir15: i think i might die
pippin555: maybe not
gollumgollum: i like shiny things
frododo: shut up
samgamgee: can I kiss your leathery little feet, frododo?
frododo: sure
frododo sure is hot around here
gollumgollum: im hungry
merrymerid444: im tired
XXGandalf: I’m flying
pippin555: me to!
frododo: I’m missing a finger
gollumgollum: I got the shiny ring!
gollumgollum: o no
gollumgollum: its really hot
aragornarathorn: so is she
elrond56: sauron25, you shut up for good now
elrond56 logs off.
bilbo452: by by!
frododo: by
treebeard57: jerks

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5906099

Wil Wheaton isn’t the only famous person who updates the world via the internet. Ian Mckellen gives us a bit of a look into (gasp) The Lord of the Rings. I’m terribly jealous of this statement in particular: Whilst Saruman and I were facing off once more, I asked Dan Hennah (art director) if I could one day take home a couple of the fake-metal lizards which served as door handles in Orthanc. He smiled quizzically as he often does and as I left for Wellington Airport last week, Peter and Fran presented me with a hefty wooden box containing the lizards, which are now settled in at their new home in London. Among a few further precious mementoes are an Alan Lee original pencil drawing of Gandalf (another gift from the Jacksons) plus I confess hanging in my study the large keys to Bag End’s round front door which, if anyone asks, I shall swear were given me by Bilbo Baggins before he left Hobbiton forever.

Eggplant Parigiana

Eggplant Parigiana

Eggplant Pamigiana

Ingredients:
1 eggplant, sliced into 1/4-1/2 inch slices
three eggs
flour
oil (whichever is handy)
tomato sauce
Mozzerella slices

Oil a cookie sheet.
Preheat oven to 350.
Dip eggplant slices in egg, and then dredge them through flour so their well covered.
Lay them out flat on the pan. Fill up the pan with the slices.
Stick them in the oven until…well, I don’t know, until they look cooked through on the top, and brownish underneath.
Flip them, and let them brown on the other side. This takes about 12-20 minutes, about. Better that they be overdone than underdone, though.
When they’re finished, pull out an oven-safe dish, like some corningware. Layer eggplant in dish with some tomato sauce and cheese. I usually get about four layers total.

Mmmmmmm….dinner

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5808348

Former Muslim Reza Safa Talks with Pat Robertson About Islam
Pat Robertson asks a former Muslim, now a born-again: We’ve been listening on television to people like Peter Jennings of ABC and he had people saying that these Muslims are very peace-loving people and that there’s nothing in Islam that indicates war. Tell us what Muhammed actually taught in the Koran. Oh, where would we be without Pat Roberston? Who would ask the hard-hitting questions?

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5798956

Whales once lived on land
Whales evolved from strange wolf-sized creatures that lived on land in modern-day India and Pakistan more than 50 million years ago, and their closest relatives today are cows, camels and giraffes, experts say. Remarkable fossils found in Pakistan suggest the whale’s distant ancestor was Pakicetus — a prehistoric mammal that had a long, dog-like snout, powerful hind legs and spindly ankle bones that enabled it to run on the tip of its toes.

Coooooool….I don’t know what it is about this evolutionary stuff, but I find it fascinating. I can’t tell you how delighted I was when Bob Macdonald of Quirks and Quarks starts in on such a topic….To what are you closer related in your salad, the lettuce, or the mushroom?