Just updating...
I am ok... I am submersed in the cram to finish assignments and study for exams so I feel guilty when I blog but who cares right? I should savour the opportunities to relax because my life will get a little intense very soon.
Last weekend....
Adrian wanted to go shopping... Yes, I wrote that correctly.
We went to Limeridge - it was fun. All the hours spent watching fashion makeover shows has really given me an ability to pick out flattering clothes efficiently and effectively.
It was GREAT!
Then we went to Bean Bar where we ate rich, delicious food; sweet potato fries, I had a brie and gorgonzola pizza with carmalized onions, roasted garlic and sundried-tomato pesto sauce. Adrian had tortellini alfredo, followed by jack & coke and a big piece of cheesecake!
Saturday: I have a ritual of going to Bread and Roses cafe where I get coffee, a home-made bagel and buy organic produce at the stand that puts up shop there every Saturday. It was pleasant needless to say.
That evening.... I was Adrian's roadie... pick drums up - pack in car (can't wait for my hatchback) - unload (this was tricky as there was a huge confusion over where we were playing due to inadequate festival organizers) - finally unloaded at Absinthe - set up drums - Adrian played (of course I loved it) - take drums down - load in car - go get pizza and have just one drink - play pool on crappy pool table that had no chalk for the cues, hmmmmm, that is what I blame my crappy skills on... - back to adrian's - unload drums
Sunday - parents came - out to dinner at Ben Thanh - it was just ok - would have prefered whistling walrus - went to Hamilton Music Awards - very interesting - saw Eugene Levy - left early to catch Amazing Race at Pernell's - crazy, loud kids everywhere but they were cute!
Ok, that's enough for now. Back to writing big papers :(
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Can I please have my car NOW!
I just went to the gas station to fill up because I was planning on travelling to my grandparents this afternoon.
My gas door does not open; I push down the lever, the door is clearly jammed. I tried prying it open only resulting in a small scratch.
Now my car has no gas and I don't mind not driving until I get my new one but clearly I have to drive it to Newmarket to get my new one. Should I drive it until it runs out of gas and get towed to my new car dealership???
Anyone have any suggestions; besides paying an hour labour for someone unprying my door? Anyone think they could do this without paint or part damage?
My gas door does not open; I push down the lever, the door is clearly jammed. I tried prying it open only resulting in a small scratch.
Now my car has no gas and I don't mind not driving until I get my new one but clearly I have to drive it to Newmarket to get my new one. Should I drive it until it runs out of gas and get towed to my new car dealership???
Anyone have any suggestions; besides paying an hour labour for someone unprying my door? Anyone think they could do this without paint or part damage?
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Chuck's thoughts
Here are some writings from my good friend from Laurier, Chuck. He is a very socially and politcally active individual and lives in Ottawa. Feel free to read as much as you like and post your comments in the spirit of dialogue:
PS: If you are pressed for time, scroll down to the song at the bottom.
"I would like to begin by recognizing the privilege I have to live in middle-class Canada versus many other social positions and countries in the world, not to suggest that life is inherently miserable for the majority world, but simply to suggest that my geographic, economic and social positions have endowed me with a much easier life. The very fact that I can communicate this message without being silenced, is a privilege in itself. However, I consider freedom of thought and speech to be an inherent human right and, as such, I will exercise it even more forcefully. I am further motivated by the belief that Canada’s freedoms have been either directly or indirectly at the expense of the rights of others. How we avoid taking this for granted and rubbing it in the faces of the less fortunate is well worth considering.
For the love of your country, burn a flag
Something about this city makes me sick. Maybe it’s the fact that taxpayers’ money is going to make this city look pretty for the privileged politicians, international diplomats and tourists. Maybe I feel that I am living at the heart of a big lie, the lie of a peaceful democracy, which is masked by architectural barriers and Canadian flags. Or, it could be that it hides the fact that this country has been built on, and furthers its success through, Empire.
While we may live comfortable lives in a seemingly secure environment, I believe our comforts have come at the cost of stolen lands, exploited labour and environmental degradation. We are privileged because of our previous and current relationships to Empire, the British and American respectively. We have profited immensely from lands that are not ours, in- and outside of Canada and we are creating severe environmental problems, which will affect the poor disproportionately (apparently, not even god has a fair sense of ecological justice). As I write this, I’m sitting in a Catholic school built on the territory of the Algonquin people, a living testimony of colonialism and the legacy of settler society.
These days, I feel like I’m in a continual state of despair. I feel angry and desperate, and yet I’m beginning to believe there is nothing I can do about it. Not only do I believe my work will not make a difference, I believe this whole goddamn country is dead-set against the success of peoples’ efforts for Aboriginal justice. To say the least, I’m becoming cynical.
Our current administration has taken regressive positions on Aboriginal rights, climate change, crime and justice, defense, poverty and foreign aid – all in the name of Canada and its citizens. And, you and I have had very little input and most of us have not even voted for this administration.
Anyone with two ‘good’ eyes should be able to see that we have very little democratic involvement and are frequently lied to as citizens of Canada (and, I can provide you with some examples if you’d like). I think this has led to the direct disenfranchisement of much of the population. Consider that just over 60% of the population voted in the last election and of that percentage, less than 40% voted in favour of a Conservative Prime Minister and Cabinet. I heard Jack Layton say that only 36% of Canadians voted for the Conservative government, and thus, most Canadians voted against them. Although you may argue it’s only a minority government, some of the most significant decisions on everything from crime to foreign policy happen within the executive branch of government under the direct supervision of cabinet ministers, i.e. the Conservatives.
But Canada is not just in the midst of a dark age, there is a systemic problem with our democracy. We should begin by taking an honest look at who are our representatives and who works for government. Are they modest people? Do they demonstrate a strong set of ethical principles? Do they have diverse experience? What are their motives? In general, do they represent the diversity of their constituency’s population (i.e. in gender, culture and socioeconomic class)? Like me, I expect these questions will lead you to a fairly cynical perspective of our democratic representation (see “plutocracy”).
Not only are our representatives not representative, we have conceded to marginal roles in determining our futures, which has allowed private interests to trump the common good. We have been fully indoctrinated into believing that democratic representation is the best system of governance we can hope for. As a whole, we live under the illusion that our country is being governed by ‘the experts’ and led be individuals who know what’s best for Canada. This is a terrible farce, which has led us to accepting a single vote as satisfactory involvement in the determination of our futures. Even Mohandas Gandhi living under the thumb of British colonialism was able to recognize Western democracy as “diluted fascism.”
Our representatives are not holy saints, experts or superhumans, they are regular, and often rich, blokes sitting in Parliament who happen to be pretty good at ‘spinning’ issues to suit their agendas. My co-worker, Sandra, recently told me that at a conference she was hosting about two Bills on conditional and mandatory sentencing, a Conservative MP had stood up and accused the hosts and panelists that their reading of a bill was wrong. After a brief discussion and further explanation on behalf of panelists, the MP realized that, in fact, his reading of his party’s bill was false and admitted that the proposed Bill should be amended.
We also concede to injustice through our cooperation, lack of dissent, fear, apathy and/or unwillingness to take risk. Ignorance among many people happens to be a convenient excuse, but for the rest of us who have the knowledge and education to recognize our connection to the dire straits we’re in, we are extremely guilty. For this, the rest of the world is paying through the teeth. But, then again, who can blame us? The opportunities for democratic participation and political influence are so few that we often feel powerless to do anything. And, I believe we are as individuals.
So, this realization of public apathy, overwhelming illusions and political ineffectiveness has led me to reconsider militant activism. It is so easy to criticize, but when it comes down to it, I admire the few who are willing to take risks for something they believe in. Besides, maybe there is a time and place for militancy, similarly to the accepted political norm that there is a time and place for war and violence. I’m suggesting that it may be time for disruption and resistance. We need to resist the paradigm that conflict is inherently bad and start seeing it as a possible catalyst for change.
While my discourse may sound ‘radical’, I am guilty of complicity. As I said before, I have spent too much energy scrutinizing my friends, my family, and myself. Of course, we are responsible for our own complicity and positions of privilege, but I’ve taken the maxim, “be the change you want to see in the world” too far. I have focused so much on myself and others that I have neglected the sources of the world’s problems. It’s not me or you, but a complexity of economic and political systems that govern our world. However, it is ultimately up to us to resist the institutions that maintain the current order through diverse actions in solidarity with others.
Personally, I have largely been unwilling to put things on the line, to risk my comfort, to act outside social norms, to be disobedient. For some reason, there is a parental voice in my head saying, “this is not constructive,” “you could do better”, or “you’ll be throwing your life away.” This very well could be true, but if this thought process leads you towards not taking risk, I think there’s a problem. Every action will encounter criticism or straight-up opposition, but this is an aspect of risk-taking and the reality of activism. Act, experiment and learn from your mistakes. The idea is to create controversy and stir discussion in the public realm through actions that seem risqué. Further, if our actions are always directed by the consequences, we will lack the will to resist systems of domination, oppression or exploitation. It seems that we have left this job to the labour and community organizers, environmental warriors and human rights defenders in the South, who regularly meet with oppression as we discuss current political trends, cappuccino in hand, at a Starbucks coffee shop…excuse me…for us “ethical” consumers, it’s more likely to be a Second Cup.
In any case, I think, as a first step, we should begin a rebellion against the lies. For me, the Canadian flag has come to symbolize the hoax of a peaceful, human rights-loving nation. So simple and so gentle, the maple leaf represents innocence. We flaunt it around like it’s something to be proud of and it has become a large part of our national identity. But, to those who believe in this illusion, I ask: If Canada cares so much for peace, why does the government support an aggressive, US-led war on Afghanistan and why do we have so many enemies there? Why does the government subsidize research for ballistic missile defense technologies? If Canada cares so much for human rights, why does it try to extinguish the inherent rights of Aboriginal peoples and oppose the draft Declaration on the rights of indigenous peoples? And, why is child poverty in Canada increasing? Why does Canada fund high-risk mining activities on indigenous lands internationally? Why do Canadians and their politicians so frequently rationalize these actions? I could go on and on, but it is time to recognize that our national identity is a hoax perpetuated by our government and fellow citizens. This has pushed severe shortcomings of our domestic and foreign policies out of our collective consciousness. It acts against our well-being and threatens the security of humanity.
So, I say, burn the flag, because it does not represent us for who we really are. In so doing, consider it a rebellion against the lies:
“We need a rebellion. Not an armed struggle, as in
violence, but a rebellion against the lies. This is the
same as taking up arms, but our weapon is truth. We
must rebel against the lie and confront its most present
state” (Dr. Taiaiake Alfred, the Indigenous Peoples
Research Chair at the University of Victoria).
Sure, burning a flag could be interpreted as an act of violence against the people of Canada, but it’s not. This is a symbolic act of discarding our national identity that has hidden the daily injustices of our lifestyles and government. It is an act of purifying ourselves of the myths that maintain ignorance, dominance and inequality. It is also a symbolic step of shedding our fears and moving towards dedicated action. The beauty of symbolic action is the opportunity for multiple interpretations.
Maybe it is time to “bring the war home.” Understand it figuratively or literally, we need a resistance against the illusions of our lifestyles and our democracy. We need to transform ourselves and our society to become agents of our future, rather than passive observers. It may, at times, seem ugly and chaotic, but it is time to awaken the Beast. And, maybe a little chaos is just what this country needs.
Say No to Peace – Brian Wren
Say ‘No’ to peace
If what they mean by peace
Is the quiet misery of hunger,
The frozen stillness of fear,
The silence of broken spirits,
The unborn hopes of the oppressed.
Tell them that peace
Is the shouting of children at play,
The babble of tongues set free,
The thunder of dancing feet,
And a father’s voice singing.
Say ‘No’ to peace,
If what they mean by peace
Is a rampart of gleaming missiles,
The arming of distant wars,
Money at ease in its castle,
And grateful poor at the gate.
Tell them that peace
Is the hauling down of flags,
The forging of guns into ploughs,
The giving of fields to the landless,
And hunger a fading dream."
PS: If you are pressed for time, scroll down to the song at the bottom.
"I would like to begin by recognizing the privilege I have to live in middle-class Canada versus many other social positions and countries in the world, not to suggest that life is inherently miserable for the majority world, but simply to suggest that my geographic, economic and social positions have endowed me with a much easier life. The very fact that I can communicate this message without being silenced, is a privilege in itself. However, I consider freedom of thought and speech to be an inherent human right and, as such, I will exercise it even more forcefully. I am further motivated by the belief that Canada’s freedoms have been either directly or indirectly at the expense of the rights of others. How we avoid taking this for granted and rubbing it in the faces of the less fortunate is well worth considering.
For the love of your country, burn a flag
Something about this city makes me sick. Maybe it’s the fact that taxpayers’ money is going to make this city look pretty for the privileged politicians, international diplomats and tourists. Maybe I feel that I am living at the heart of a big lie, the lie of a peaceful democracy, which is masked by architectural barriers and Canadian flags. Or, it could be that it hides the fact that this country has been built on, and furthers its success through, Empire.
While we may live comfortable lives in a seemingly secure environment, I believe our comforts have come at the cost of stolen lands, exploited labour and environmental degradation. We are privileged because of our previous and current relationships to Empire, the British and American respectively. We have profited immensely from lands that are not ours, in- and outside of Canada and we are creating severe environmental problems, which will affect the poor disproportionately (apparently, not even god has a fair sense of ecological justice). As I write this, I’m sitting in a Catholic school built on the territory of the Algonquin people, a living testimony of colonialism and the legacy of settler society.
These days, I feel like I’m in a continual state of despair. I feel angry and desperate, and yet I’m beginning to believe there is nothing I can do about it. Not only do I believe my work will not make a difference, I believe this whole goddamn country is dead-set against the success of peoples’ efforts for Aboriginal justice. To say the least, I’m becoming cynical.
Our current administration has taken regressive positions on Aboriginal rights, climate change, crime and justice, defense, poverty and foreign aid – all in the name of Canada and its citizens. And, you and I have had very little input and most of us have not even voted for this administration.
Anyone with two ‘good’ eyes should be able to see that we have very little democratic involvement and are frequently lied to as citizens of Canada (and, I can provide you with some examples if you’d like). I think this has led to the direct disenfranchisement of much of the population. Consider that just over 60% of the population voted in the last election and of that percentage, less than 40% voted in favour of a Conservative Prime Minister and Cabinet. I heard Jack Layton say that only 36% of Canadians voted for the Conservative government, and thus, most Canadians voted against them. Although you may argue it’s only a minority government, some of the most significant decisions on everything from crime to foreign policy happen within the executive branch of government under the direct supervision of cabinet ministers, i.e. the Conservatives.
But Canada is not just in the midst of a dark age, there is a systemic problem with our democracy. We should begin by taking an honest look at who are our representatives and who works for government. Are they modest people? Do they demonstrate a strong set of ethical principles? Do they have diverse experience? What are their motives? In general, do they represent the diversity of their constituency’s population (i.e. in gender, culture and socioeconomic class)? Like me, I expect these questions will lead you to a fairly cynical perspective of our democratic representation (see “plutocracy”).
Not only are our representatives not representative, we have conceded to marginal roles in determining our futures, which has allowed private interests to trump the common good. We have been fully indoctrinated into believing that democratic representation is the best system of governance we can hope for. As a whole, we live under the illusion that our country is being governed by ‘the experts’ and led be individuals who know what’s best for Canada. This is a terrible farce, which has led us to accepting a single vote as satisfactory involvement in the determination of our futures. Even Mohandas Gandhi living under the thumb of British colonialism was able to recognize Western democracy as “diluted fascism.”
Our representatives are not holy saints, experts or superhumans, they are regular, and often rich, blokes sitting in Parliament who happen to be pretty good at ‘spinning’ issues to suit their agendas. My co-worker, Sandra, recently told me that at a conference she was hosting about two Bills on conditional and mandatory sentencing, a Conservative MP had stood up and accused the hosts and panelists that their reading of a bill was wrong. After a brief discussion and further explanation on behalf of panelists, the MP realized that, in fact, his reading of his party’s bill was false and admitted that the proposed Bill should be amended.
We also concede to injustice through our cooperation, lack of dissent, fear, apathy and/or unwillingness to take risk. Ignorance among many people happens to be a convenient excuse, but for the rest of us who have the knowledge and education to recognize our connection to the dire straits we’re in, we are extremely guilty. For this, the rest of the world is paying through the teeth. But, then again, who can blame us? The opportunities for democratic participation and political influence are so few that we often feel powerless to do anything. And, I believe we are as individuals.
So, this realization of public apathy, overwhelming illusions and political ineffectiveness has led me to reconsider militant activism. It is so easy to criticize, but when it comes down to it, I admire the few who are willing to take risks for something they believe in. Besides, maybe there is a time and place for militancy, similarly to the accepted political norm that there is a time and place for war and violence. I’m suggesting that it may be time for disruption and resistance. We need to resist the paradigm that conflict is inherently bad and start seeing it as a possible catalyst for change.
While my discourse may sound ‘radical’, I am guilty of complicity. As I said before, I have spent too much energy scrutinizing my friends, my family, and myself. Of course, we are responsible for our own complicity and positions of privilege, but I’ve taken the maxim, “be the change you want to see in the world” too far. I have focused so much on myself and others that I have neglected the sources of the world’s problems. It’s not me or you, but a complexity of economic and political systems that govern our world. However, it is ultimately up to us to resist the institutions that maintain the current order through diverse actions in solidarity with others.
Personally, I have largely been unwilling to put things on the line, to risk my comfort, to act outside social norms, to be disobedient. For some reason, there is a parental voice in my head saying, “this is not constructive,” “you could do better”, or “you’ll be throwing your life away.” This very well could be true, but if this thought process leads you towards not taking risk, I think there’s a problem. Every action will encounter criticism or straight-up opposition, but this is an aspect of risk-taking and the reality of activism. Act, experiment and learn from your mistakes. The idea is to create controversy and stir discussion in the public realm through actions that seem risqué. Further, if our actions are always directed by the consequences, we will lack the will to resist systems of domination, oppression or exploitation. It seems that we have left this job to the labour and community organizers, environmental warriors and human rights defenders in the South, who regularly meet with oppression as we discuss current political trends, cappuccino in hand, at a Starbucks coffee shop…excuse me…for us “ethical” consumers, it’s more likely to be a Second Cup.
In any case, I think, as a first step, we should begin a rebellion against the lies. For me, the Canadian flag has come to symbolize the hoax of a peaceful, human rights-loving nation. So simple and so gentle, the maple leaf represents innocence. We flaunt it around like it’s something to be proud of and it has become a large part of our national identity. But, to those who believe in this illusion, I ask: If Canada cares so much for peace, why does the government support an aggressive, US-led war on Afghanistan and why do we have so many enemies there? Why does the government subsidize research for ballistic missile defense technologies? If Canada cares so much for human rights, why does it try to extinguish the inherent rights of Aboriginal peoples and oppose the draft Declaration on the rights of indigenous peoples? And, why is child poverty in Canada increasing? Why does Canada fund high-risk mining activities on indigenous lands internationally? Why do Canadians and their politicians so frequently rationalize these actions? I could go on and on, but it is time to recognize that our national identity is a hoax perpetuated by our government and fellow citizens. This has pushed severe shortcomings of our domestic and foreign policies out of our collective consciousness. It acts against our well-being and threatens the security of humanity.
So, I say, burn the flag, because it does not represent us for who we really are. In so doing, consider it a rebellion against the lies:
“We need a rebellion. Not an armed struggle, as in
violence, but a rebellion against the lies. This is the
same as taking up arms, but our weapon is truth. We
must rebel against the lie and confront its most present
state” (Dr. Taiaiake Alfred, the Indigenous Peoples
Research Chair at the University of Victoria).
Sure, burning a flag could be interpreted as an act of violence against the people of Canada, but it’s not. This is a symbolic act of discarding our national identity that has hidden the daily injustices of our lifestyles and government. It is an act of purifying ourselves of the myths that maintain ignorance, dominance and inequality. It is also a symbolic step of shedding our fears and moving towards dedicated action. The beauty of symbolic action is the opportunity for multiple interpretations.
Maybe it is time to “bring the war home.” Understand it figuratively or literally, we need a resistance against the illusions of our lifestyles and our democracy. We need to transform ourselves and our society to become agents of our future, rather than passive observers. It may, at times, seem ugly and chaotic, but it is time to awaken the Beast. And, maybe a little chaos is just what this country needs.
Say No to Peace – Brian Wren
Say ‘No’ to peace
If what they mean by peace
Is the quiet misery of hunger,
The frozen stillness of fear,
The silence of broken spirits,
The unborn hopes of the oppressed.
Tell them that peace
Is the shouting of children at play,
The babble of tongues set free,
The thunder of dancing feet,
And a father’s voice singing.
Say ‘No’ to peace,
If what they mean by peace
Is a rampart of gleaming missiles,
The arming of distant wars,
Money at ease in its castle,
And grateful poor at the gate.
Tell them that peace
Is the hauling down of flags,
The forging of guns into ploughs,
The giving of fields to the landless,
And hunger a fading dream."
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I know where I am going
My Winter placement is in Oshawa with an area covering Durham, Scugog, Cobourg, Port Hope and everything in between. I will be closer to my parents and living in Oshawa will mean that Adrian can catch a GO line to visit me. I will be living there Febuary-April and hopefully will return to Hamilton for my last summer vacation ever (I am growing up so quickly).
My car will also be ready for me at the end of November. I am feeling much better, thank you everyone :)
My car will also be ready for me at the end of November. I am feeling much better, thank you everyone :)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
My Apple is no longer rotten
My battery finally seems to be functioning normally! yea!!!!!
My most recent repair was major; replacing the logic board (not sure what it is but if I didn't have warranty or coverage it would have cost 1,200$ for the part). My battery was still only giving me 1.5 hours but I timed it again (thus callibrating it). The battery performance has thus returned, hooray!!!!!!!
My most recent repair was major; replacing the logic board (not sure what it is but if I didn't have warranty or coverage it would have cost 1,200$ for the part). My battery was still only giving me 1.5 hours but I timed it again (thus callibrating it). The battery performance has thus returned, hooray!!!!!!!
Monday, November 06, 2006
I am at my witt's end
Hi all
I have not been able to post much lately due to computer issues.
For the better part of the month of October I have had to call in about my (brand new) Apple Macbook (on average of about three times per week). I have also had to drive it down to the Applestore for repairs twice and the problems have persisted (poor battery performace of about 1.5 hours when it should average at 3.5)
I also just found out that I could have taken it to Titles Bookstore at McMaster for repairs so I didn't need to drive to Sherway Gardens, but of course no one from Mac could have told me that even though my address stared them in the face.
I am in the works of getting a new one; I am fed up. I have to get it re-diagnosed and then I can be sent a new one. So far, owning a Mac has been one of the biggest consumer related inconveniences of my life.
Second, car.
Many of you know that I have had many car problems over the past three months; starter, wiper motor, tires..... All of which have been replaced
Well, Thursday night as I am driving down the 407 (thank God I was on the 407) during rush hour, in the dark, my car dies. First the lights fade, then the radio, then all the dials go down to 0. Then my speed starts to rapidly reduce and of course I am in the middle lane with someone in my blindspot. I manage to get over and I am towed home. I am crying with cars zipping past me at high speeds shaking the entire car. Thank God my dad had just increased my CAA coverage to "Plus" otherwise I would have had to pay for that lengthly tow except for the first 10 kilometers. (I was exactly half way between my parents and Hamilton... an hour either way).
With all that trouble, I have decided to lease a Yaris, but now I may have to wait for many weeks for any of my colour choices (I refuse to settle for a colour I don't want when I pay for a new car). So, I am not having a great day. I hate dealing with consumer issues so the compliation of all these issues have made me cry more times these past few days than would be considered appropriate. Grrrr.... to the world... grrrrrr to stuff.... I want to live in the forest and be a pagan in ancient times without computers and cars. Grrrrr......
I have not been able to post much lately due to computer issues.
For the better part of the month of October I have had to call in about my (brand new) Apple Macbook (on average of about three times per week). I have also had to drive it down to the Applestore for repairs twice and the problems have persisted (poor battery performace of about 1.5 hours when it should average at 3.5)
I also just found out that I could have taken it to Titles Bookstore at McMaster for repairs so I didn't need to drive to Sherway Gardens, but of course no one from Mac could have told me that even though my address stared them in the face.
I am in the works of getting a new one; I am fed up. I have to get it re-diagnosed and then I can be sent a new one. So far, owning a Mac has been one of the biggest consumer related inconveniences of my life.
Second, car.
Many of you know that I have had many car problems over the past three months; starter, wiper motor, tires..... All of which have been replaced
Well, Thursday night as I am driving down the 407 (thank God I was on the 407) during rush hour, in the dark, my car dies. First the lights fade, then the radio, then all the dials go down to 0. Then my speed starts to rapidly reduce and of course I am in the middle lane with someone in my blindspot. I manage to get over and I am towed home. I am crying with cars zipping past me at high speeds shaking the entire car. Thank God my dad had just increased my CAA coverage to "Plus" otherwise I would have had to pay for that lengthly tow except for the first 10 kilometers. (I was exactly half way between my parents and Hamilton... an hour either way).
With all that trouble, I have decided to lease a Yaris, but now I may have to wait for many weeks for any of my colour choices (I refuse to settle for a colour I don't want when I pay for a new car). So, I am not having a great day. I hate dealing with consumer issues so the compliation of all these issues have made me cry more times these past few days than would be considered appropriate. Grrrr.... to the world... grrrrrr to stuff.... I want to live in the forest and be a pagan in ancient times without computers and cars. Grrrrr......
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