nothing new here

As far as the Voice goes, nothing to report on this week. We're taking a brief holiday, but will return in a week.

As far as the rest of the world goes, just a bunch more of the usual nonsense. Where do I start?

Paul Martin is a fool. He spent a long time waiting to be PM and now that he's at the pinnacle of Canadian politics he seems to have forgotten what the point was. I have a hint for you Paul: vision. You gotta have vision.

Martin has spent so much time waffling that no one in the country - and I would suggest this includes Martin himself - has a clue what he stands for or what he is working towards. He sits on the fence for so long, on so many issues, that he probably has a picket wedged...well it wouldn't be polite to finish that comment, but you probably get the point. Hopefully he does. And what is the deal with missile defence?

George Bush is a fool, but for completely different reasons. Where Martin arrived at his foolishness by breathing the noxious fumes of Jean Chretien for too many years, Bush arrived at his foolishness through, well, he was just born a fool. And apparently half of all Americans are fools as well.

Gordon Campbell is a fool. The margarita swilling premier is using taxpayer money to push a liberal agenda. Government advertisements (propaganda) telling British Columbians how great the government has managed their affairs (creative accounting) are so patently partisan that you might think an election is coming up. Oh shit, one is. What a surprise.

It's too bad that judge in Ontario ruled the courts weren't able to hold politicians accountable to their campaign promises. Then again, it gives the electorate another kick at the can. Elections seem to be a mechanism of self-flagelation for the body-politic. People boot one man out to give another man a chance and then boot the new guy out to give another guy a chance. It's like going back to the spoiled milk day after day to see if the sour is gone.

The sour never goes away.

Fools.

volume 37. No. 14

picture of the week, an opinion on page 4, two pieces on page 8 and two pics on page 12.

Despite the lack of sleep I'm having a good time. Shooting the basketball games was a blast. It helped having a digital. I shot more than 200 pics and ended up with some really good shots. I'll be doing more sports shooting, but I definitely need a faster lens. That'll come.

I took some pics this morning of a fine arts student doing a chalk study in the quad. It's amazing how people react to having their picture taken. SHe was more than happy to have me shoot away. She seemed as curious about me as I was about her.

Some people really enjoy being in front of the camera. Ego is sometimes a motivator, but I think most people just like to be in pictures. It's one route to immortality.

On the other hand, I had a hard time getting anyone to pose for my food review. Even the owner of the restaurant wouldn't stand for me. I lucked out with the girl who made it in to the photo's. She was a bit of a ham.

So, more photography. Netfreak wonders about making money from taking pics. It is my intention to do exactly that. I think if netfreak applied his mighty brain to figuring out an angle on the photo thing he could make it work.

I have updated my photographer's cafe gallery.

Extra, extra

No more chest thumping. I'm actually kind of embarassed. My peers are going to begin to resent me for hogging the home page.

I'm also not really happy with my story as published. I think the story, as written, was a good story that could have stayed on the second page and kept some of its original length. I'm sure Kumal would have appreciated the company (when my story was moved- getting smaller in the process - her story had to get bigger to fill some of the space). She was shooting daggers yesterday afternoon. Atleast she made it to the web as well.

I will have to see the rest of the paper, but surely to god there must be something that was more deserving of the webpage than my story.

fuck

The title is 'fuck'.

Why?

Because I can make the title 'fuck' if I want to.

I could continue, and cut and paste that dirty, delicious four-letter word to create a single, long, agonizing sentence. That would be gratuitous though, so I won't. I will leave things at a simple 'fuck', because I can.

It's all down hill from here.

What exactly does that mean?

Sorry I have been gone so long. It has been a month, the past two weeks of which have been border-line hell. I got through it though and feel a whole lot better for the experience.

Writing is brutal. Writing as a journalist is brutaler - 'cause you can't say things like brutaler and every, stinking thing you write has to be accurate.

Fuck, it's tough on the brain.

This is the final product for this week and I have to say, I'm damn proud. I took the pic with my new digital rebel.

I hope I'll get to breath again someday.