c2011 (S)
My dad has been moved from a retirement home to a long term care facility. The reasons are simple. The retirement home, while it offers certain services to the elderly, simply could not give him the level of care and attention he needed. They have two staff during the day and one at night, and he required help showering, going to the bathroom, getting to the dining room, and dressing.
The long term care facility has a lot more staff to help him and the other residents.
Still, the difference is stark. Before, he had a private suite of about 600 square feet, with a bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom of about ten feet by ten feet. Now he shares a space less than half that size.
All of this is useless to someone who is completely immobilized by Parkinson's disease, or any other serious affliction.
The long term care room is semi-private, and the bathroom is about five by six feet. It is shared by four residents. It has two doors, one on each side. There is no way I can maneuver my dad on and off the toilet, and in fact they have a lifting device not unlike a drywall lifter to get him up and down.
He hates the place, understandably enough. We are getting him a better wheelchair, as the one they found for him is downright dangerous. The thing almost fell over backwards yesterday.
"I've never been so humiliated in my life," he told me after two nurses helped him go to the bathroom.
This morning he told a nurse that my sister 'abandoned me here, and left me all alone.'
When I went in to visit, the nurse found him sleeping with his face jammed down onto his coffee cup in the dining room...
It's not good. Everything in the place seems small, cramped, and more than anything badly designed. He's on a waiting list for a bed in a more modern building, and hopefully he gets in there in the next few weeks or months.
In the meantime, the elder care crisis just gets worse, and with a recession that never seems to end, and governments tightening up all around, there is clearly no end in sight.
With a falling birthrate, and some pressure to limit immigration, we just aren't making new taxpayers fast enough. With capitalists thinking that keeping wages low is a substitute for investment in newer, more productive processes, we can't expect much help from the economy any time soon, either.
As for Canada's much-touted economic recovery, they've been telling that big lie for over three years now.
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Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
A big snake.
c2011 (S)
About thirty years ago, a friend and I were kayaking on Lambton County's Bear Creek a couple of kilometres upstream from Wilkesport. We saw a very large snake swimming on the creek nearby. It looked to be four or five feet long, and we wondered if it might be a Timber or Massasauga Rattler. I remember the distinct markings on that snake, and it fits into the proper range, etc. One possibility would be the northern water snake, which gets up to 135-140 centimetres in length.
http://canadianbiodiversity.mcgill.ca/english/species/herps/herppages/Ner_sip.htm
The only other possibility that I am aware of, and it's an even bigger animal, would be the Grey Ratsnake.
While there are no recent or historical sightings in Lambton County, Bear Creek is only twenty or thirty miles from areas of reported sightings. It's the same Carolinian habitat, and the temperature ranges, and available prey animals are similar. So it's not entirely out of the question. The real problem with snakes is that they are often communal breeders. Once a colony has been wiped out, it could be decades or centuries before another is established. All these years later, I guess we'll never know what kind of a snake we saw, but a new species for the area was discovered a decade ago. That was some kind of poplar tree more common to the Ohio valley and elsewhere. The Gray rat snake can get up to anywhere from 1.7 to 2.0 metres in length.
http://nature.ca/notebooks/english/brsnake_p0.htm
About thirty years ago, a friend and I were kayaking on Lambton County's Bear Creek a couple of kilometres upstream from Wilkesport. We saw a very large snake swimming on the creek nearby. It looked to be four or five feet long, and we wondered if it might be a Timber or Massasauga Rattler. I remember the distinct markings on that snake, and it fits into the proper range, etc. One possibility would be the northern water snake, which gets up to 135-140 centimetres in length.
http://canadianbiodiversity.mcgill.ca/english/species/herps/herppages/Ner_sip.htm
The only other possibility that I am aware of, and it's an even bigger animal, would be the Grey Ratsnake.
While there are no recent or historical sightings in Lambton County, Bear Creek is only twenty or thirty miles from areas of reported sightings. It's the same Carolinian habitat, and the temperature ranges, and available prey animals are similar. So it's not entirely out of the question. The real problem with snakes is that they are often communal breeders. Once a colony has been wiped out, it could be decades or centuries before another is established. All these years later, I guess we'll never know what kind of a snake we saw, but a new species for the area was discovered a decade ago. That was some kind of poplar tree more common to the Ohio valley and elsewhere. The Gray rat snake can get up to anywhere from 1.7 to 2.0 metres in length.
http://nature.ca/notebooks/english/brsnake_p0.htm
Friday, August 19, 2011
Objectivity.
c2011 (S)
It is difficult to be objective about the times we live in, especially if one isn’t doing too well.
But a historian living in the year 2110 will have an abundance of information and an absence of reliable facts to deal with, in assessing the period 1990-2010. That’s because all the sources are essentially corrupt. None of the data is trustworthy.
None of the conclusions drawn and stated at that time may be trusted. They are completely erroneous for unknown reasons. Certain inescapable facts remain.
What truly stands out from this perspective, is that middle-class wages were essentially frozen in terms of real purchasing power. What stands out is that working-class wages were reduced, with barely a murmur; by an estimated thirty to forty percent. What stands out is that the poor plummeted towards third-world status and stayed there.
What stands out is that the ethic went from savings to easy credit. Thrift and prudence shifted to waste and crass hedonism. The Free Trade Agreement was sold by government and media as, ‘good for all Canadians.’ It was also sold as, ‘Good for all Americans.’ How could it work both ways? It was good for the rich and the big international corporations. The national economies grew by leaps and bounds—at the expense of fundamental social values. Exports grew. And consumer debt grew. Bank profits grew.
What stands out is the pervasive and pernicious influence of the mainstream mass media. What stands out is the dis-education of the populace; in spite of rising professional standards of educators, and what stands out is the sheer economic and political weight of the teacher’s pension fund. What stands out is that no one seemed to notice the results of these monopolistic trends. What stands out is that no one cared. What stands out is that species-survival took second place to next quarter’s bottom line. What stands out is that nothing has really changed; in at least two or three thousand years.
Ultimately all archaeology is subjective, although we would like to think of it as pure science.
We impose our own values upon these imposing old ruins. We interpret them as best we can.
What destroyed this civilization? Did they learn nothing, in spite of their metaphysical certainties?
The pseudo-revelations of the mouthpiece economists, all paid and purchased opinions? Did they tell the customer what they wanted to hear? Like pollsters? Did it collapse of its own sheer top-weight? Its own fallacious mythology? Surely it did not collapse from greed, ignorance, decadence and corruption?
Did it collapse from sheer stupidity? The technology of the times would indicate otherwise.
The ancient philosopher once said, “One gets out of it what one puts into it.”
What did he mean by that? And why carve it on a rock in the public square? The end was near. Why bother? And what was meant by, ‘globalization?’
When archaeologists truly understand what was meant by that most mysterious of terms; then perhaps we will be a little closer to understanding what actually happened here.
Until then, keep digging. You never know what might turn up.
I once dug up an entire set of Elvis collector plates. They’re in the Imperial Museum.
Perhaps you’ve been there? That’s how I got appointed a priest in the temple and now I’m set for life.
The only constant in the cosmos is change. Except for human nature. It is unchangeable.
The God-King has decreed it, and the media has proclaimed it.
But what really strikes home about this micro-epoch is that the paradigm shifted.
No longer did the state exist to serve the people, or even in its most extreme application; to serve a few highly-privileged individuals. At some point the individual existed to serve the state. That was the tipping point. Enlightened self-interest was no longer possible, for it no longer paid any dividends to the
individual. The state became an insatiable sponge, sucking up all surplus. It became a moral deadweight, perpetuating itself at the expanse of the life-force of the weltfolk.
This was not a conscious decision, on the part of society, groups of people or individuals.
It was an intuitive, collective decision; a phenomenon of mass hysteria, a kind of fin-de-siecle feeling spread by mass media and example, word of mouth and the slavish imitation of one’s peers. It was a mob.
When there was no longer any incentive then there was no longer any effort, and the disintegration of society was complete. That was the tipping-point, and from that point onward, society was doomed.
It is difficult to be objective about the times we live in, especially if one isn’t doing too well.
But a historian living in the year 2110 will have an abundance of information and an absence of reliable facts to deal with, in assessing the period 1990-2010. That’s because all the sources are essentially corrupt. None of the data is trustworthy.
None of the conclusions drawn and stated at that time may be trusted. They are completely erroneous for unknown reasons. Certain inescapable facts remain.
What truly stands out from this perspective, is that middle-class wages were essentially frozen in terms of real purchasing power. What stands out is that working-class wages were reduced, with barely a murmur; by an estimated thirty to forty percent. What stands out is that the poor plummeted towards third-world status and stayed there.
What stands out is that the ethic went from savings to easy credit. Thrift and prudence shifted to waste and crass hedonism. The Free Trade Agreement was sold by government and media as, ‘good for all Canadians.’ It was also sold as, ‘Good for all Americans.’ How could it work both ways? It was good for the rich and the big international corporations. The national economies grew by leaps and bounds—at the expense of fundamental social values. Exports grew. And consumer debt grew. Bank profits grew.
What stands out is the pervasive and pernicious influence of the mainstream mass media. What stands out is the dis-education of the populace; in spite of rising professional standards of educators, and what stands out is the sheer economic and political weight of the teacher’s pension fund. What stands out is that no one seemed to notice the results of these monopolistic trends. What stands out is that no one cared. What stands out is that species-survival took second place to next quarter’s bottom line. What stands out is that nothing has really changed; in at least two or three thousand years.
Ultimately all archaeology is subjective, although we would like to think of it as pure science.
We impose our own values upon these imposing old ruins. We interpret them as best we can.
What destroyed this civilization? Did they learn nothing, in spite of their metaphysical certainties?
The pseudo-revelations of the mouthpiece economists, all paid and purchased opinions? Did they tell the customer what they wanted to hear? Like pollsters? Did it collapse of its own sheer top-weight? Its own fallacious mythology? Surely it did not collapse from greed, ignorance, decadence and corruption?
Did it collapse from sheer stupidity? The technology of the times would indicate otherwise.
The ancient philosopher once said, “One gets out of it what one puts into it.”
What did he mean by that? And why carve it on a rock in the public square? The end was near. Why bother? And what was meant by, ‘globalization?’
When archaeologists truly understand what was meant by that most mysterious of terms; then perhaps we will be a little closer to understanding what actually happened here.
Until then, keep digging. You never know what might turn up.
I once dug up an entire set of Elvis collector plates. They’re in the Imperial Museum.
Perhaps you’ve been there? That’s how I got appointed a priest in the temple and now I’m set for life.
The only constant in the cosmos is change. Except for human nature. It is unchangeable.
The God-King has decreed it, and the media has proclaimed it.
But what really strikes home about this micro-epoch is that the paradigm shifted.
No longer did the state exist to serve the people, or even in its most extreme application; to serve a few highly-privileged individuals. At some point the individual existed to serve the state. That was the tipping point. Enlightened self-interest was no longer possible, for it no longer paid any dividends to the
individual. The state became an insatiable sponge, sucking up all surplus. It became a moral deadweight, perpetuating itself at the expanse of the life-force of the weltfolk.
This was not a conscious decision, on the part of society, groups of people or individuals.
It was an intuitive, collective decision; a phenomenon of mass hysteria, a kind of fin-de-siecle feeling spread by mass media and example, word of mouth and the slavish imitation of one’s peers. It was a mob.
When there was no longer any incentive then there was no longer any effort, and the disintegration of society was complete. That was the tipping-point, and from that point onward, society was doomed.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Frolic
Let us drink from the waters of Lethe, let Orpheus steal us away
Away from this vale of tears, to a place where the spirits play
Where everything is possible, and let us frolic there, until the end of days.
Sleep, the last refuge of the truly unhappy, has been denied to me
Forgive the sense of entitlement, from which we are never truly free
It's just that I'm very tired, and now I would like to go to sleep.
Away from this vale of tears, to a place where the spirits play
Where everything is possible, and let us frolic there, until the end of days.
Sleep, the last refuge of the truly unhappy, has been denied to me
Forgive the sense of entitlement, from which we are never truly free
It's just that I'm very tired, and now I would like to go to sleep.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Espiritu Viaje
c2010 (S)
Todos los derechos reservados
Me no siento dolor
No tengo pensamientos
No tengo ninguna ambición
Sin esperanzas, no quiere
Sin deseos
No tengo hambre
No tengo sed
No tengo ningún miedo
Tengo ninguna necesidades y no se arrepiente de
No goles y sin aspiraciones
No tengo ningún cuerpo
Y no tengo ninguna mente
Tengo que no envidia, ninguna pena,
No tengo ningún odio
Me siento vacía de todas las cosas
Estoy sin gravedad
Flotando en un mar cálido y plateado
Yo estoy reducido a Mis esencia
Yo soy espíritu puro,
Nada más
Viaje, solo
Perdido para siempre en el vacío
Yo soy espíritu volando
Estoy libre para siempre.
Todos los derechos reservados
Me no siento dolor
No tengo pensamientos
No tengo ninguna ambición
Sin esperanzas, no quiere
Sin deseos
No tengo hambre
No tengo sed
No tengo ningún miedo
Tengo ninguna necesidades y no se arrepiente de
No goles y sin aspiraciones
No tengo ningún cuerpo
Y no tengo ninguna mente
Tengo que no envidia, ninguna pena,
No tengo ningún odio
Me siento vacía de todas las cosas
Estoy sin gravedad
Flotando en un mar cálido y plateado
Yo estoy reducido a Mis esencia
Yo soy espíritu puro,
Nada más
Viaje, solo
Perdido para siempre en el vacío
Yo soy espíritu volando
Estoy libre para siempre.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Mysterien.
c2011 (S)
Die mysterien von Eleusis entfalten,
In der dunkelheit der höhlen, in den alten tagen der alten.
Bei der hellen junge mann, der es wagte, ergeben;
Durch die fackeln rotte glare, ein schwert, getestet und geglüht.
Ein gelehrter von natur, noch für lila bestimmt.
Er trank aus dem brunnen, seliger gewässern, die gluckste.
Und Julian, in seiner bescheidenen weisheit,
Schworen auf ihm zu ehren, zwei dinge zu erreichen:
Rache, gegen die feinde von rom;
Und die Götter in ihre früheren glanz wiederherzustellen.
Weiter marschieren an der spitze der seine legionen,
Tiefer und tiefer in die trockenen wüsten gebieten,
Der gelehrte haben die blutigen lehren aus der geschichte vergessen;
Warum er so tun sollte, bleibt ein geheimnis,
Am ende war alles eitelkeit, niemand weiß, warum.
Eine parthischen lanze in seinem mut er verdienen,
Und mit gemütlichen mut, sein schicksal er haben erfahren.
Dort auf die große leere plain dessem.
Julian vergaß, wie dumm sovereigns,
Alle der alten götter sterben müssen.
Die mysterien von Eleusis entfalten,
In der dunkelheit der höhlen, in den alten tagen der alten.
Bei der hellen junge mann, der es wagte, ergeben;
Durch die fackeln rotte glare, ein schwert, getestet und geglüht.
Ein gelehrter von natur, noch für lila bestimmt.
Er trank aus dem brunnen, seliger gewässern, die gluckste.
Und Julian, in seiner bescheidenen weisheit,
Schworen auf ihm zu ehren, zwei dinge zu erreichen:
Rache, gegen die feinde von rom;
Und die Götter in ihre früheren glanz wiederherzustellen.
Weiter marschieren an der spitze der seine legionen,
Tiefer und tiefer in die trockenen wüsten gebieten,
Der gelehrte haben die blutigen lehren aus der geschichte vergessen;
Warum er so tun sollte, bleibt ein geheimnis,
Am ende war alles eitelkeit, niemand weiß, warum.
Eine parthischen lanze in seinem mut er verdienen,
Und mit gemütlichen mut, sein schicksal er haben erfahren.
Dort auf die große leere plain dessem.
Julian vergaß, wie dumm sovereigns,
Alle der alten götter sterben müssen.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Von Zeit zu Zeit
c2011(S)
Von zeit zu zeit ist es wichtig, uns daran erinnern, der vergangenen Ruhm
Aber es ist noch wichtiger zu erinnern, wer wir sind
Und wo wir sind
Wir müssen verfolgen, und letztlich unser schicksal erfüllen
Und lassen sie weniger männer beiseite stehen.
Wenn unsere zeit kommt
Lassen sie einen fluss umzuleiten, und unter bauen uns ein Grab
Und lassen sie uns für immer in frieden ruhen
Wieder einmal eingefroren
In die sicherheit der unsere mutterleib.
Von zeit zu zeit ist es wichtig, uns daran erinnern, der vergangenen Ruhm
Aber es ist noch wichtiger zu erinnern, wer wir sind
Und wo wir sind
Wir müssen verfolgen, und letztlich unser schicksal erfüllen
Und lassen sie weniger männer beiseite stehen.
Wenn unsere zeit kommt
Lassen sie einen fluss umzuleiten, und unter bauen uns ein Grab
Und lassen sie uns für immer in frieden ruhen
Wieder einmal eingefroren
In die sicherheit der unsere mutterleib.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Untitled.
c2011Shalako
Der Widerspenstigen Zähmung
Teile und herrsche
Greedy-Algorithmen
Simplex
Keine Registerien
Nacht fällt in die Dunkelheit
Und der Kreis abgeschlossen ist.
Der Widerspenstigen Zähmung
Teile und herrsche
Greedy-Algorithmen
Simplex
Keine Registerien
Nacht fällt in die Dunkelheit
Und der Kreis abgeschlossen ist.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monnaie dans le Chapeau
c2011Shalako
Veuillez donner généreusement
Pour les gars qui peignent les poules gentil
Ai pas d'argent et moi sommes allés sans emploi
Tiens que je pourrais dire que j'ai été un travail homme
Veuillez donner généreusement
Pour les gars qui peignent les poules sans culottes
Je ne peux pas jouer de la guitare très bien
Ma voix ne pas aucune Hades
Veuillez donner généreusement
Pour les gars qui peignent les femmes formidable
Aller au centre-ville de l'UIC
Ce que vous connaissez, mais qui devrais voir
Bonnes annees femme, me fit jamais aucun préjudice
Pas plus qu'elle ne viennent ici
Veuillez donner généreusement
Pour les gars qui peignent les mesdames inconnu !
Je ne demande pas d'argent pour la chanson
J'espère que vous paierons me, vient de se taire me up
Veuillez donner généreusement
Pour les gars qui peindre les poules non-complaisant, Ouais,
Oui, veuillez donner généreusement pour les gars qui peignent les femmes sans
camisoles.
Ouais, bébé ! Pour les gars qui peignent avec pas raiement
…Ce mon, bébé ; lever Somethin ' dans le chapeau.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
New Art/Nouveau Art
Sans titre. Détail. Huile sur Masonite, artiste inconnu.
Untitled. Detail. Oil on Masonite, unknown artist.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Arbres. Artiste Inconnu.
Détail. Aquarelle sur l'enveloppe # 10. Artiste inconnu. (Sérieusement). Collection de l'éditeur.
Detail. Watercolour on #10 envelope. Artist unknown. (Seriously.) Collection the publisher.
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