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Wednesday, April 8 2026
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So today, the old schedule, a cherished day off.
I have many of these, I'm bailing on the system, I have other priorities.
This morning, I awake too early, dreams, bad dreams. Always that I'm at the restaurant, yes-sir-no-sir-three-bags-full sir, trying to do things, forgetting things, interacting with customers. Only I'm not so asleep that I can't recognize that I'm dreaming and can't I dream of something better, more profitable, anything but this...
I don't have much luck. Semi-lucidity then back into the same shit. Less dreams, not quite nightmares, but the world is a bigger place...
And then there is the one where I'm looking through my wallet, I've raided my float for groceries, and I'm turning over $5 bills and discovering that in the dim light of the restaurant I misread them, they're $50 bills, and I have a few, I'm richer than I think...
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This morning, after I get up, restive and not sleeping due to shit restaurant dreams, off for coffee. Then groceries, a few I need, then home, drop them off, peanuts for the crows I'm not feeding, they've been beseeching me, following me down Baker, a few other things. Home, drop them off, a brief stab at a nap, catch up on the world via the news and Facebook, all of it BS, but I'm trying. Then to the library, blog, write a bit, study Lidar a bit, I've got some prospecting plans, questions, stop and grab a double deluxe and poutine, home for a nap, and then off again to Balfour to scour for arrowheads. Nada, a few flakes, I have plenty already...
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Home, I should make dinner but lunch has filled me plenty. The light has gone and I'm not terribly inspired to paint, or - the light being gone and the interior lights not so good I'm not going to bother. Tomorrow. I've been painting more, not better, just more, and sometimes that has to be enough.
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The boy, on a phone call yesterday, has promised to transplant all my remaining shit from my locker in Calgary to here. Yayyy. There's no room, but I'm excited (as always) at what I might discover. This next week and since there's no room here I'll need to find another locker, and make an appointment with the antique shop to take the rest.
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And, having abandoned trying to paint, write, I'm now watching "Waking Life". So far, so good, a tonic for my soul. I'll review when I've finished...
I wonder that I haven't seen it before. Or maybe I have...
Iran's meme battle
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And every day, another Iranian meme, the lego-diss tracks on Trump, Hegseth, they're winning the internet. When it's done - the war, I mean, there could be a film festival of this; they're not wrong. And given how long this war is going to go there will be more than a few feature films worth of material available...
Taco Tuesday
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Of course, the news, doom scrolling ad infinitum, Trump's Ultimatums, increasingly bizarre behaviours, the timed back-downs, cease-fires, always after the market's have closed and somebody had made a huge bet...
There was in the past week the firing of Pam Bondi - and while an execrable human being she was in similar company. There's Israels' seizing portions of Palestine, and calling the homeland defenders "Terrorists", there's the increasing search for scapegoats, Kash Patel, Pete Hegsmith, there's the Gulf Nations pleading that Trump finish off Iran, they are - while more glamorous, none of them even remotely better than Iran, remember Jamal Khashoggi, the journalist murdered and dismembered in the Saudi Embassy in Istanbul by instruction of Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman? Yeah, the one Trump was backslapping and having a good laugh with?
Trust me, there's no pain over there we should feel but the Iranians. All those other states made deals with the devil, and he's come now for his reaping...
Pierre Poilievre doing the US Podcast tour, barefaced lying about the oil sands; he's as well done, there's the war in Iran, targeting bridges, steel mills, civilian infrastructure, power plants, nuclear power plants (which, if breached, will be a disaster for all the Gulf States likely exceeding that of Chernobyl), there's the "rescue mission" after the three planes shot down on Good Friday, not so much a "rescue" as an attempt to seize uranium, lol, for the Americans "Unobtanium", losing another 2 C-15 & 2 Blackhawks, and the generals standing down rather than put boots on the ground, the real, the only heroes here, there's Israel's repeated assassinations of anyone that attempts to broker peace, they don't want peace, there's the ceasefire brokered that includes Lebanon after which Israel amplified it's bombing of Beirut...
There will be no peace until Nato - without Trump - France, England, Italy, sail into the Mediterranean Sea and bomb Israel, help to restore Palestine and Lebanon, enough is enough, 9 million people is a small price to pay for world peace, and the survivors, if any, can be marched to the Red Sea where God will part the waters for them to be his chosen people once again. God wants them all close. And we should be willing to oblige.
Think, "Chosen People" is itself a recipe - what is the word for despising everyone - Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist - because you are the "Chosen People", when this privileged position allows you to displace, kill, rape, murder children, women, men, all at whim and without consequence, it is time to end the "State of Israel", of Zion, to burn it down, to make them an example for once and for all and to extend to them the same quality of mercy they have extended to their innumerable victims...
Anyways, this war is a disaster and I'm aghast that nothing has yet been done, no Nuremberg 2.0; we know who the villains are, know what needs be done, and no one is willing to do it so every news anchor, late night comedian sits about wringing their hands, cracking their jokes while the rape and murder of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of innocents continues...
Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to Al-Madinah & Meccah - Vol II - Sir Richard Burton
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This took longer than it should have. Burton is, of course, a wealth of information on the Pilgrimage, full of rich detail on the customs and sketches of the various peoples he meets, the phrenology, by which he judges their character, he gives various of the local folk remedies for snake-bite and scorpion stings, he elaborates upon the sexual customs in Latin in the footnotes, and - all that, in some 800+ pages he only devotes a paragraph to gold prospecting.
In no ways does he make the pilgrimage in the least bit appealing. And again, it strikes one, this holiest-of-holies, Mecca, and all the peoples that are on their way, up to every infamy, deception, vice along the journey, the rules are only held in the Mosques...
In any event, interesting, but given the current events it was a hard read.
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