“I’m a Canadian.
We’re a quiet bunch; prone to enjoying hockey, drinking stronger beer than our friends south of the border, and lovers of fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy.
We also, apparently, have an inferiority complex when it comes to being evil dirt bags, because we’ve decided to pass our very own version of SOPA up here.
Only better*
Meet Bill-C11. Formerly Bill C-32. (I think they thought if they made the number lower people would care less about it?)
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But, as innocuous as it sounds, C-11 does a whole lot that SOPA did with a few extra twists you might not find in the Wikipedia write-up.
Like your PVR? You can’t keep it under C-11.
Like ripping CDs to your iPod? Say bye-bye.
Hey, do you want to be able to unlock your $500 smartphone and take it to a provider less dedicated to violating your wallet? That won’t be allowed either.
Did you get accused of internet piracy but no evidence has been presented and a trial date hasn’t even been set? Under C-11 your ISP will now be forced to terminate your internet access.
And people say that governments can’t be bought.
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There are only 14 days left people. Get active.”
Send a letter to your Member of Parliament now. The letters are prewritten, you just need to click send.
Come on non-Canadian people, please signal boost this for your Canadian friends.
(via suicideblonde)
¿Mi Corazón Ha ido A dormir?
¿Mi corazón ha ido a dormir? ¿Las colmenas de mi trabajo parado los sueños, el waterwheel de la mente han funcionado seco, cucharadas que daban vuelta vacías, solamente sombra adentro?
No, mi corazón no está dormido. Es despierto, de par en par despierto. No dormidos, no soñar-sus ojos se abren que miran de par en par las señales distantes, escuchando en el borde del silencio extenso.
"— Antonio Machado
Just like the river, I’ve been running. Swift and soft like a humming bird’s wings, flying without stopping, flowing like there’s nothing else I’m meant to do with these streams of mine. The current is high, throwing me against the wind, whirling me around like a Ferris wheel with no attendant to stop these gears from turning. In my mind, late at night, I run like rum from an alcoholic’s bottle. I run like a river through the jungle, wild and undammed like the wilderness that surrounds me.
I’ve travelled far and through the driest of lands that threatened to ruin me, leaving me thirsty and wanting for more than just waters. I’ve been running for miles that stretch out like millions of decaying bodies and meters of broken bone and empty blood vessels laid over cracking soil. And still I run. Without stopping. Under the hottest of suns and over the most jagged rocks that reach up and scar the bottom of my belly. But I do not curse or bare my teeth in anger. Instead I work slow, with love and with purpose, smoothing their rough surfaces down to glass and continue running. Beneath an endless sky that reaches down and touches its face to mine, those sparkling eyes blinking in the depth of me.
I’ve swallowed valleys and coughed up mountains. I’ve split myself into a hundred pieces and touched the entire world at once, knowing that one day I’ll find all of me again. One day soon, I’ll dive into me again and float without sinking.
In choosing your home look to the land.
In preparing your heart go deep.
In associating with others value gentleness.
In speaking exhibit good faith.
In governing provide good order.
In the conduct of business be competent.
In action be timely.
Then there is no strife, nothing goes amiss.
"— Tao Te Ching, verse 8
So I went to the activist assembly put on by Occupy Toronto this past weekend (jan 20-22) at OISE. As a member of the People Of Colour at Occupy Toronto (@POCoccupyto) I was concerned about the lack of race analysis being shown at this conference and this whole Occupy Toronto movement. 47% of…
Edugyan + Diaz
Blues is wildly original and beautifull writtern, hence the well deserved acclaim, but the storyline started off really slow to me. I haven’t finished yet, I moved on to Oscar, oh beloved Oscar and his whirlwind of a family. Diaz creates such a strong voice for his story it’s as though I can understand even when he breaks off into Spanish. The book’s got footnotes though, annoying as hell. A glossary would’ve been nice but still I like the snippets of history and cultural facts he throws in.
On to Morrison + Nalo next I think.
— Ian Keteku (via fashionableskepticism)
