Warning: Do Not Sniff!
Sorry to bore you with this topic (again), but I’m back on the patch as of today. And BeeGoddessM is right: This time, which admittedly has been short to this point, it’s much easier than the first time. In some kind of warped logic, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to fall off the wagon for 2 days.
However, the point of this entry is this: Do not sniff a NicoDerm patch.
Now, you’re probably dying to say, “Maurice, you’re supposed to wear the patch, not sniff it.” But it’s like this: I would occasionally get a whiff of a rather unpleasant smell when I would move a certain way. As someone who hates bad B.O., I found this distressing. However, I ascertained that I wasn’t the generator of the foul smell, for today I decided to smell the sticky side of the patch before applying it. And let me tell ya, it’s rank!
So you’ve been warned! Fortunately, the exposed side of the patch is relatively odourless. It’s no tiger balm, that’s for sure!
Poupoune just received and forwarded to me this rather “aMMusing” image (click to enlarge).
The image is funny, but I happen to be among those who doesn’t think that securing access to oil reserves is the ONLY motive behind the Bushites’ fixation on Saddam Hussein and Iraq. In fact, this CBC backgrounder does a good job at outlining how the whole Middle East question, including Iraq and the American policy towards it, predates by far the creation of the state of Israel in 1948, the 1979 American hostage crisis in Iran, or Iraq’s 1990 invasion of Kuwait (a state Iraq has been eyeing for decades).
Interesting to note, don’t you think, how even Tony Blair’s enthusiasm towards a war has waned recently. Then again, is this really surprising considering that only one quarter or so of Britons favour an attack on Iraq, which suggests the citizens of that country have quite a bit in common with the people of France and Germany on this matter? Ordinary people all around the world are still waiting for concrete evidence instead of the propaganda which, by definition, is devoid of such evidence.
Yet British “intelligence” agencies are sticking to their guns. They’re still convinced there’s a problem. And Blix’s report to the UN today may be giving reinforcement for this position. In my view, a key bit of evidence that’s lacking is long-sighted historical context. A medical doctor can examine a patient and determine that he or she has cancer, but shouldn’t that doctor try to identify what caused the cancer so that it can be avoided in another person later?
Problematic in itself is the wording of the UN resolution that gave the green light to the latest round of weapons inspections. While I agree that it’s a bad idea to let Saddam Hussein have access to any weapon more sophisticated that sticks and rocks, the resolution reinforces a double standard whereby only nations on the same side as the current U.S. administration can be militarized. “Do as I say, not as I do” is the saying that comes immediately to mind, a position which, alas, is common to bullies who obtain compliance through fear rather than respect by good example.
Day of Tears (Lacrimosa)
Zbigniew Preisner, a genius of our time.
Lacrimosa (2.5 MB, mp3, 2:33)
I introduced Poupoune to this, and I don’t know if she ever recovered.
I suppose that, with today’s deadline for the submission to the UN of the report on Iraq, this could be such a day of tears.
Melancholy: August in Victoria, PEI
Oh, my Poupoune! Oh, anyone who reads this! 🙂
Listen to Xiame’s “Stenia” as you read this. (mp3, 3.6 MB, 3:18)
August 18, 2001, 11 p.m. We just left The Glass House where I felt as if stones had been thrown, although this sentiment stemmed merely from the way in which our host is and lives. We’re now parked on the wharf at Victoria, Prince Edward Island. Both the wind and tide are high. Waves are lapping against the wharf and the beach in front of us. We’re alone on this wharf and we listen over and over to Xiame’s Stenia. I would cry if I could cry. Instead, no word is spoken; Xiame plays; the waves and wind are: a soft but almost tangible melancholy reigns. Summer is ending, and I am traversing to the other side of my 30s.
Then, of course, an uncouth Poupoune makes a spectacle of herself: She couldn’t wait to find a bush so, as we’re walking down a street called Water, she exclaims, “Oh my gawd I’ve got to pee!” And the next thing I know, I see a poupoune’s shorts getting wrapped around her knees as she crouches down on said Water Street, and soon I hear the waterworks. I damned near piss myself …but at least I manage to get to a bush before it’s too late.
By the way, a few days before, Poupoune had found this record in a remainders bin in Nowhere, New Brunswick for 99 cents. If you Google Xiame Canto d’Alma, you won’t find much about this group…
Des Tounes par Poupoune
As you know from the description on the right-hand margin, Poupoune not only holds an LL.B. but also a B.Mus. In 1998, she was commissioned by the Moncton-based dance troupe DansEncorps to compose music for a choreography which the troupe took as far as Europe.
Excerpts from Poupoune’s Oda
(5.8 MB, mp3, 6:04)
© 1998, 2003 Johanne M. Landry
My Poupoune is very modest.
To appreciate, you have to understand the harsh conditions under which she recorded this album. When I first heard it, I thought there were a few acoustic instruments blended into the mix. There are none.