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  • No, It’s An Entire Nest

    June 23rd, 2009 by Premee

    When I went over to the familial manse for Father’s Day on Sunday (still slightly nursing a colossal hangover from Thursday night, but don’t tell Kim) my slightly-more-recently-hungover idiot brother and I hung out in the basement for a little while shooting hoops and discussing the future.

    I said, “I can’t believe I’m going to be moving again. Again. I just can’t believe it.”
    He sunk a shot and said, without turning around, “I can’t believe you’re moving like eight hundred books. Again.”

    I made an appropriate rejoinder* and followed him upstairs for a delicious salmon dinner and no more was said. But like seriously. I’m starting to pack said infinite number of books now and also getting ready for a short jaunt to the exotic wilds of central Canada and here is the thing.

    I do own a lot of books. I don’t like getting books from the library because I can’t carry home enough books to satisfy my burning desire to choose. Do you know what it means to not be satisfied, ever, with the things that surround you? I have that. Is that a recognized disease or something?

    Take, for instance, just now. I have four boxes of books packed and eleven full shelves to go, so about nine more boxes if I pack them neatly and don’t just throw them in willy-nilly. For my trip, I will have the plane ride to Montreal, the train trip to Ottawa, then the plane ride back from Ottawa, plus sundry just-before-bed reading and whatever dead time I suffer at the airports/train stations/etc.

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    Here is the inner dialogue as I stooped over one of the bookshelves not yet emptied a few minutes ago:

    OK. That’s like twelve or fifteen hours of dead time, hey? I’d better take two books.
    Two books should be fine. But they can’t be any of the books I’m currently reading. I’m too close to being done all of them.
    OK. So two unstarted books.
    OK. Agreed.
    Yay! We have an agreement!
    One non-fiction and one fiction?
    Yep, fine.
    Yay! We have an agreement!
    How about…a Pratchett?
    No, I’ll be done it too fast, and then I’ll want to read the other book right away. You know it’s like Chinese food, you’re all stuffed and happy and then an hour later you’re hungry again.
    How about… Les Miserables?
    Too heavy. And don’t point at Ulysses either. I want books I can travel with.
    But you can’t take anything too thin either, or you’ll be done it too soon.
    Crap. OK. Let’s just go ahead and eliminate hardbacks and all books over 500 pages.
    That’s fine. That still leaves about 500 books.
    Dammeeeeet. How about this one, I haven’t read this one yet – “Gulag,” Anne Applebaum.
    Nothing that will make you cry on the plane, dude.
    OK, so that leaves about… 450 books.
    How about the last book in that ‘West of Eden’ series? You were putting off reading that.
    Yeah, but I put it off too long and now I can’t remember important plot details from the first two books.
    OK, so that eliminates a couple of other series too.
    I think we’re down to about 400 books to choose from.
    Fine. What have we got here… how about ‘In Defense of Sin’?
    Oh! No, wait. No anthologies. There’s always bound to be a few in there I don’t like, then that ruins my enjoyment of the rest.
    That’s OK, that’s only eliminates about 10 books. 390.
    390 is still a lot.
    How about this one. ‘The Sweet Hereafter’ – you liked that one, didn’t you?
    Yeah, but you also have to be in the mood. That one’s out.
    How about… gee, there’s a lot of books about the Third Reich here, aren’t there.
    No. Not taking ‘Hitler’ on the plane.
    You might get an empty row after your seatmates request reassignment.
    True… oh, how about this one. ‘White Noise’ – that was super good, right?
    It was but it also scared my pants off. Nothing scary.
    So… down to about 350. OK, how about this one.
    The Book of Mormon? No. Why do I even own a copy of the Book of Mormon?
    Same reason you’ve got that old King James, I bet.
    Actually I clearly remember buying that one because of all the male nudes in the illustrations. Here, check that action out.
    Best I’ve had in ages. How about ‘Concepts of Forest Entomology’?
    Har har. Nothing textbooky, wise guy.
    So, uh… let’s call that about 300.
    I think both the fiction and the nonfiction need to be totally escapist and absorbing. Nothing I have to kill myself analyzing, nothing preachy.
    Nothing preachy? Well that eliminates all the Jewish novelists and anybody with a Nobel.
    That’s fine. How many does that leave?
    Uh, like 175 books.
    Aaaaack! How did we get down so low?

    And then I came in here and started writing this post to calm down. Can you see my problem? Can you see why I suspect a disease? Do normal people do this before a week-long trip? It is of a craziness.

    (The title, by the way, refers to a theory that Martin Amis’ character Richard Tull expounds on in ‘The Information.’ Richard’s best friend has recently developed a series of annoying tics and twee quirks which Richard blames on the Maggot Theory – that the friend has a maggot in his brain and all the grimaces and pouts and overpreciousness is due to the maggot wandering and munching its way through his prefrontal cortex. My theory, which is similar, involves a nest of parasitic wasps. Really just a matter of scale, as I suspect there may be too many things wrong with me to be explained away by a single maggot’s meals.)

    *Found a Matchbox car on the floor and threw it at him.

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    Unrelated

    June 13th, 2009 by Premee

    1. Just got back from the downtown farmer’s market with a bagful of Montreal-style bagels, jam, chutney, soap, and jerky. The rhubarb is so lovely I was tempted to buy a metric ass-ton of it – but then what do I do with it afterwards? Pie is all I can think of.

    2. I remembered that I was supposed to post this video. Why should you watch it, you ask? Because:

    a) Rob and Fab were totally hot.
    b) Actiiiiiinnnnnnnng!!
    c) Deep and meaningful lyrics.
    d) Legging manpris.
    e) I told you to.

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    Backwards

    June 2nd, 2009 by Premee

    I was over at my friend Blonde’s house last Friday and we somehow got to talking about abstinence-only sex education, to which – as your bog-standard educated circa 1987 to 1998 Albertans – we had never been subjected.

    “I wonder what that might involve,” I said. “Isn’t it kind of an oxymoron? It’s like they’re declaring a total absence of education ‘abstinence-only education.’ What do they do, sit there in the classroom three hours a week not thinking about sex? With the teacher pointing at a blank chalkboard?”

    “Oh, Premee! Chalkboards. Really.”

    “Well, you know what I mean.”

    We agreed that it wasn’t worth looking up abstinence-only curricula online, and proceeded to eat our pizza while she told me the story of a homeschooled friend of hers from rural Alberta (keep in mind we were in Bon Accord on Friday, which I consider to be rural Alberta) who had gotten pregnant quite young, aged seventeen. When Blonde went to visit her and the baby about five months later, it crucially transpired that Homeschooled Friend was under the following impressions:

    - That you cannot ever get pregnant during your period
    - That you can, in fact, only get pregnant one day a month
    - That the pull-out method is more reliable than condoms
    - That spermatozoa die in very short order upon entering the vagina (or etc.)

    It also transpired that at the time of that meeting, Homeschooled Friend was pregnant with her second child. Oy vey.

    I said, “Holy moly. Not like we got the full picture at a Catholic junior high, but seriously, when I was thirteen years old I still knew pulling out was a recipe for disaster.”

    She said, “I know! It just seems so… backward.”

    We agreed that the parents had done her a grave disservice not in homeschooling her, but in skipping practical anatomy lessons during the hormone-clouded years of puberty. If Homeschooled Friend had known about her monthly cycles, and the uterine lining, and male physiology, and the biological purposes of all the tangled tubes below the belt, would she still have been a two-time unwed teen mother living in her parents’ basement? Probably not.

    So that discussion was only one reason that Bill 44 (pdf) Section 11 makes me uneasy, and glad that I’m not a parent… or a teacher.

    Here am I, Miss McTeacherson, at the front of my grade-ten science class. I say, “Today we’re starting the chapter on evolution and speciation. Please turn to page – “

    And someone’s hand shoots up in the front row. “Miss M! I forgot. I have a note for today.” He slides out of his desk and, with a mild but discernible grimace of embarrassment, hands me the form signed by his parents saying he won’t be attending this class due to ‘religious reasons.’ The ‘Explanation’ line is blank.

    Uh.

    “This material is going to be on the final exam, Timmy. You don’t have to leave the classroom.”

    All the kids are staring at our whispered exchange now, lots of wide eyes and zits and identical battered textbooks. Timmy mutters, “I don’t want to get in trouble or anything.”

    He leaves. We turn to page 107 and I open the lecture with tectonic plates. Everybody’s cheeks are flushed with adrenaline, but no one seems to know why, or when it will stop. I go home and worry about my job for five weeks, till we’re done evolution and have gone on to cell biology – to which Timmy’s parents evidently have no objections.

    I could see it getting really over-the-top. What if there are anti-Semitic parents who pull their kids out of history class because Jews might be discussed when learning about the Middle East? What if I want to raise my child to think that there’s no such thing as the sexual spectrum? What if I don’t ‘believe’ in vaccination, and there’s a unit in Bio 30 about immunology? Do I pull the kid because I don’t want him to learn about T4 cells and herd immunity and the eradication of smallpox? Do I pull the kid from English class because they’re reading a book containing two characters who conduct an extramarital affair? Or because their literature anthology for the year contains three odes from gay poets, and I don’t want him to realize that gay people don’t actually spend all their time prancing around in mesh shirts like I taught him? Can I pull him from physics because Einstein had mistresses, and that offends me? Where does it stop? Can my kid go to public school at all if I happen to be a broad-spectrum ideological zealot? Or will I spend all my time suing teachers, principals, assistants, and school boards?

    Welcome to Alberta! Freedom to repress, spirit to subdue.

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    Truth

    May 25th, 2009 by Premee

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    I was very much struck by this on Saturday. Who am I to argue with a fundamental truth, even one written on a bridge strut?

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    Om Nom Nom

    May 18th, 2009 by Premee

    So, at the wedding I went to on Saturday, we were served this hilariously frightening item:

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    I had been drinking straight brandy for like an hour at that point, so I couldn’t stop giggling and making crawing motions at my date and anyone else at the table who was foolish enough to look my way. “It’s the craw! It’s the craaaaaw!”

    Later on I sent the photo to a friend and he wrote back, “Not the craw, the craw!”

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    Dabdiputs

    May 11th, 2009 by Premee

    Ever go looking for sites that you vaguely remember from when you first started hanging out on the interweb?

    I just had a sudden impulse to do that and found… Superbad!

    Cannot believe that site is still up.

    Same with this one, which used to be one of my favourites back in the day.

    And now I feel old. Goodnight.

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    Fishies!

    May 3rd, 2009 by Premee

    Hello I am forgotting! I have pets now. Kind of. Here!

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    Well, Will You Look At That

    April 20th, 2009 by Premee

    (Another girls-only post)

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    A friend sent me a news article about how being on the pill reduces one’s ability to build muscle, whilst at the same time increasing cortisol levels, in women exercising at the same level. And I was like, “Huh! No wonder I don’t look like Arnold yet. Also, I hate exercise. But I digress.” (A close paraphrase of what I wrote back, LOL.)

    I’ve been on it on and off (mostly on) since way before I needed it for, uh, the deed. I put on about ten pounds in the first four months of being on it, but that – and a near-total lack of libido – have been the only side effects. So this whole pill-muscle-cortisol thing came as a bit of a surprise.

    Then I thought to look up some other side effects of the pill, some of which I’d heard about in bits and bobs on online news sites or in the occasional Chatelaine at my parents’ house.

    The pill does indeed kill your sex drive. Which again, for me, these days? Not a problem.

    The pill makes you smell out the men least appropriate to you. Uh, check. Those of you aware of my unrequited crushes will be bouncing on your chairs right now and singing the ‘I told you so’ song. But see? It’s not entirely my bad taste in men, it’s also my bad bad hormones! Also I remember reading somewhere that women on the pill prefer more feminine-looking men more of the time. See? See?

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    The pill, statistically speaking, makes it a little bit harder for you to lose weight. Generally I don’t try, but after starting the pill, when I do try, it doesn’t work.

    The pill will give you sunspots. Check. I find them on my decolletage now if I’m not assiduous with sunblock.

    The pill increases your risk of bloodclots. I don’t smoke and I’m overweight but not obese, so this doesn’t really freak me out. However, the fact that you won’t have much warning of a thrombotic event kind of makes me nervous.

    The pill may increase your risk of hepatic adenomas, benign and (gulp) otherwise.

    The pill may or may not work if you take it in conjunction with alcohol and also antibiotics. (A friend of mine actually became pregnant while on the pill and taking antibiotics for a bout of bronchitis. The more you know!)

    The pill may also increase your risk of depression.

    Anyway, everyone’s got their reasons for using this type of birth control vs. not using this type, this isn’t really an opinion post, I’m just saying there are side effects they don’t tell you about on the drug insert, mmkay? Now everybody go about your business.

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    Eff Off, Paul Brown

    April 15th, 2009 by Premee

    Regular readers will have noted that I don’t often cover current events except when said events evoke a particularly strong emotional response. So here’s one for you: I do not like that the Alberta government is delisting medical sex changes for transgendered persons from the list of publicly-funded services.

    This is something I do not like at all.

    On the ride to work this morning, the local radio station we usually listen to – not generally known for its class or restraint in the first place (‘And now here’s a message from Cousin Trish’s fetus’) – decided to tackle the delisting debate. Idiot DJs #1 and #2 were all for it; Idiot DJ #3, thrillingly, against it. Unfortunately, he defended his position with such meanness and bile that I think he may have done more damage than good. And on a station like this, OK, you expect morons to call in. But to compare a sex change to a boob job? To laser eye surgery? Jesus Christ, people. Fuck. Off.

    Idiot DJ #2 was trying to defuse the situation by saying “But this whole transgender thing, a lot of people in Alberta believe it’s a choice.” I am calling bullshit on that. I don’t doubt that the majority of Albertans do believe it’s a choice, just as they believe alternate sexual orientations are a choice; even the ‘nice,’ ‘rational,’ ‘reasonable’ Albertans who are pretty open-minded about everything else will tell you that they believe it’s something you opt into. But since when do people’s beliefs have a place in public policy? I believe that smokers who develop lung cancer should pay for their own care, and that public flogging and castration of sex offenders should be paid for by the province; who’s taking my beliefs into account? Exactly.

    Another thing that bugs me: callers who think transgenders, intersex, and transvestites are the same thing. For the last time:

    1. A transgender person isn’t just some dude who wants to be a chick, or vice-versa. It isn’t a woman who wakes up with cramps and thinks, “Gee, I’d sure like to be a man.” It is a life in the wrong body. It is trying to exist somewhere you can’t exist. Have you guys ever read ‘Great Apes,’ by Will Self? Go read it. The first response to captivity in the wrong body is mental illness. The second is suicide. This is not a quality-of-life issue on par with poor vision or small breasts. This is life and death.

    2. An intersex individual is what some people think all transgender individuals are, and that’s not the case; nor is it the case that all intersex people choose sex-change surgery. Intersex people were born with a glitch in their sexual plumbing, usually caused by genetic errors in their parents’ gametes, an inherited genetic disorder such as Klinefelter or Turner Syndrome (Kim, what’s the last one? I can’t remember), or by the influence of environmental factors, usually endocrine disruptors, in utero. You know that hermaphrodite in Fellini’s ‘Satyricon’? Like that. These are the folks whom the ignorant callers would give an exception for, “Oh, well if you’re born like that, then of course we should all pay for corrective surgery.” But transgendered people don’t get that magnanimity because they’re born with a defect that can’t be seen.

    3. Transvestites wear the clothing/’vestments’ of the opposite sex. And again, whether that’s a choice or not, whether that’s the way they’re wired, whether they get pleasure from it or are expiating their personal demons, whether they look good or convincing or terrible or flametastic, it is not our place to look down on them or deny their right to do their thing.

    Let’s present the radio callers with another question: what evidence do you have that transgender is a choice? Or, put another way: why would anyone voluntarily choose sex reassignment involving years of therapy and psychological evaluations, swallowing and injecting hormones every day, the ostracism of family, friends, employers, and strangers, self-hatred, self-doubt, numerous painful surgeries and recoveries? This isn’t a bloody lark. This is a serious undertaking and it is permanent. This is kids two and three years old struggling to conform with gender norms that they already recognize as the wrong ones. (And no, I’m not suggesting that transgender toddlers get sex changes. I’m saying that it can be seen early because it is inherent.)

    Bah. That radio show ruined my entire morning. And for what? There’s nothing I can do about the delisting, or about any of the other services that will inevitably be removed from public funding and that will get less press, so we may not even find out about them. The transgender debate is the tip of the iceberg, it is a singling-out of an already-oppressed minority, and things are only going to get worse.

    I’m going back to work. Readers, thoughts?

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    Some Kind of Holiday

    April 12th, 2009 by Premee

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    Enkidu wishes you all a happy Easter!

    (He gave up sugar for Lent and so has been eating Peeps pretty well steadily since last night.)

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