An Unexpected Kiss

An unexpected kiss
left my words dancing
without a care of finding one another,
and the interstices of my heart
gave way to your radiance…
taken with deep reds,
ensconced in your refulgence,
fingers running through
one another,
light passing through light…
and so an unexpected kiss
whispered silent beauty
through my body.

-By Ryan Oelke

Im Surprised: Higher intelligence associated with liberalism, atheism

A study published in the March 2010 issue of the scientific journal "Social Psychology Quarterly" reports that intelligent people are significantly more likely to be social liberals and atheists. The report in a nutshell explains that those with higher intelligence are able to actually think and reason which leads them to logical conclusions.

Yes, they basically have stated that being an atheist and a social liberal is logical. In terms of being liberal they have said "General intelligence, the ability to think and reason, endowed our ancestors with advantages in solving evolutionarily novel problems for which they did not have innate solutions...as a result, more intelligent people are more likely to recognize and understand such novel entities and situations than less intelligent people, and some of these entities and situations are preferences, values, and lifestyles."

When it comes to religion, the paper basically argues that people use to need religion to explain the world around us. That is that it was innate in us as a people to believe in religion, that is it appealed to us because it answered so many questions (poorly of course, but a poor answer is better than no answer, right?). They conclude that "So, more intelligent children are more likely to grow up to go against their natural evolutionary tendency to believe in God, and they become atheists."

Little Smirk - Theory of a Deadman. (With Lyrics.)

Somehow this song, these lyrics....ya...
:)

All the World’s a Stage

As I get older, it seems that I finally am able to truly appreciate authors of the past in more than a superficial way. Im not sure if that is because of age, or experience, or maybe I am finally starting to mature. This famous poem by Shakespeare, upon a second look, with my now old and mature eyes really left me speechless (which is saying something).

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-William Shakespeare

Police Brutality in Canda

We Canadians love to raise our noses at how awesome and great we are, so civil and polite...well, to be honest its complete bullshit, especially if you ever have to deal with our legal system. We do not have a strong Bill of Rights like our southern cousins. Here is a tale of how wonderful our police are...originally from this site.

On the evening of June 23, 2010, 4 friends and myself attended the Toronto Blue Jays game at the Rogers Centre. On our way to the game, we spoke to many transplanted RCMP officers, asking them where they were from, what they thought about the fence and the weekend to come. All of our discussions were in camaraderie and in support of them. Following the game, my group split up as everyone had to be up early for work, however, I made plans to take a cab and go and see a girlfriend. While to hailing a taxi, I asked two female RCMP officers what part of Canada they were from. They were unresponsive, and in passing I stated "Good luck with Saturday".

I hailed a taxi, which was stopped by a Toronto police cruiser about 2 minutes into the ride. I was forcefully removed from the taxicab a Toronto police officer to be questioned about G20 (protest?) activity. This steamed from wishing the RCMP officers good luck, which was apparently taken as a threat. I was asked what "labour group" I belonged to, and what I meant by "good luck". I was also asked about what I was doing in the area, and was cooperative. I was asked if I had been drinking and explained that I had a total for 4 beers during an approximate span of 5 hours prior to, during and following a baseball game that I attended with friends. I was not intoxicated as per the standard definition "To cause stupefaction, stimulation, or excitement by or as if by use of a chemical substance".

Upon being questioned about G20 protest activity and not having the correct answers as I am not involved in protest activity nor have PREVIOUSLY HAD any interest, I was advised that I was being arrested for being intoxicated in a public place (a taxi) and placed in hand cuffs. I had to ask 4 times to loosen the hand cuffs, which went unanswered until one officer finally noticed that I had lost circulation in my hands which had become quite red and swollen. I had rings around my writs for approximately 5 days following the incident, and still have numbing in my right hand in the thumb. Approximately 20-25 RCMP and Toronto Police officers arrived at the scene. Passerby individuals could see that something was not right and asked if they could assist me. When I attempted to communicate with them by asking for help, I was taken by the neck and placed in a police car and taken to Toronto's 52 division, with my hands behind my back, making the hand cuff situation worse. At no time, not withstanding my request for same, was I advised of my rights, or why I was being arrested, only what I was being arrested for.

Upon arriving at the station, we sat in the parking lot while officers discussed issues outside for about 15 minutes before bringing me inside. I was asked to stand in front of a camera and answer questions. Having become increasingly angry at this situation and wanting answers regarding the validity of my arrest, I refused to answer any more questions and stated to the booking video that I wished to remain silent until I had the opportunity to speak with duty counsel, and notwithstanding my repeated requests to speak to duty counsel, I was never offered an opportunity to do so throughout my 10 hour detainment. I also requested a breathalyzer test to verify my blood alcohol level, which was not provided.

Do to my non-cooperation in answering the questions of the officers for the camera without having an opportunity to speak with counsel first, an officer of the booking staff stated "subject unresponsive", and I assume at that point, the camera was turned off. The booking sergeant then immediately came from around the desk and grabbed me by the neck while officers 8830 & 8659 held me by the arms. I was dragged into an interrogation room with the door shut to be held by officer 8830 & 8659, while the booking sergeant began to beat me in the face, body and kick my legs. I was never asked to remove my clothing nor would I have objected if a strip search was what they were attempting to do - but my clothing was forcibly removed in way as to flip myself around like a rag doll on the concrete floor. The buttons of my shirt were ripped open. At this point I was completely naked and the beating continued. At no time did I resist or fight back, nor did they perform a search of my areas. I had defensive bruising to my foreams and many welts, burns from being dragged along concrete which I have documented with a physician and taken pictures of. The booking sergeant advised that he was going to rip out a nipple ring that I had (which was not returned to me) and made an attempt to pull it out, however, either officer 8830 or 8659 advised him not to. This was torture. It was removed in such a forceable way that it was swollen and painful for days following the assault. I did not resist and would have removed it myself if I was asked to. I was taken through the booking hallway completely naked in front of female officers and forced to sit in a holding cell for approximately 4 hours - completely naked.

I would like to know why I was stripped naked and forced to sit naked. I find this cruel and unusual and unnecessary. This is how I was treated for attempting to exercise my right to counsel upon detainment, just to know what was going on and the validity of my arrest.

Approximately 4 hours into my stay, I was greeted by 8830 and told to stand. He kicked my underwear through the bottom of the cell and told me to "get decent". He advised me that some "people" were coming to speak to me about what I said regarding Saturday and the G20 summit, so I should cover up. When the two people arrived to question me they were in plain clothes and would not identify themselves as officers or provide (real) names, one stated "I'm officer C and this is officer SIS". They asked me about what I "allegedly said to the officers on Front Street", and if I was a part of any "labour group". I advised them that I wished to speak with counsel, which was ignored. I asked them for a glass of water, which was ignored. I did not have any information to share with them as I didn't even know what the G20 was, and I was placed back in my cell to await release, however this time - I was allowed to take my clothing into the cell with me.

In the morning when I asked for information relating to the booking sergeant and to provide the ID's of who interviewed me, I was advised that no information would be provided as to who the booking sergeant was, and even more shockingly - that no one came to interview me during my detainment - that it simply did not happen. I was detained for a 10 hour period and not provided with any opportunity to speak with counsel, nor provided with any water as the facilities in the cell for water did not work, despite my repeated requests for same. I was unlawfully detained - charged with being intoxicated in a public place only to hold me and interrogate me for saying "good luck with Saturday", assaulted, humiliated and denied my basic freedoms under the Charter - being a Paralegal licensed under the Law Society of Upper Canada, I want to know how and why this was allowed to happen in a province that I wasted my time and money to pledge an oath to serve.

As NWA once said so eloquently, Fuck The Police.

Studs Terkel - Working

It seems to me that we as a society are losing touch with each other, people are hiding behind their fences, living life on the internet...and all the while losing our connection to other people.

Facebook is the perfect example of what the fuck is wrong with society, we have gone from real interactions, real conflicts, real connections, real life, to this absurdly antiseptic way of dealing with those of us around us.

This plus the entire anti-intellectual movement we are seeing in the west makes me despair for what lies ahead for mankind.

The fear that I have, and I express now in 2010, is something that Studs Terk wrote of in his monumental book, Working: People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do. This book at its core is about human connection...to understand what others experience every day. Not what actors, politicians, or other so called important people are up to...but what normal people experience. What its like to drive a cab, or wait tables etc. I think its time for people to rediscover this classic, as we need it now more than we have ever needed it.

Go to your library, take it out and have a read!

And seriously...fuck facebook...

Ever have a really bad idea?

Ever get the urge to stick your finger in a fan as it spins?
Perhaps put your tongue on a lightpost when its -40C to see if your tongue will stick?

Why do we get such stupid urges?
When I keep myself really busy, I tend to not be as stupid as when I have a few spare hours to fill. Since I stopped wasting away behind the computer, I do tend to have some down time where the dumb side of me wrestles for control...which may explain why my rotator cuff seems to be torn, but that is another story entirely of self injury...its a good thing I stay away from Facebook though, or Id end up chatting with all kinds of people from my past whenever I was idle...which is a recipe for disaster given how things were back in the day...