my mathematical mind can see the breaks

this has been a teenage weekend. definitely. friday night included bubble tea (where a bunch of teenagers were hanging out) and cheese fondue with c. it was so nice! and bubble tea is the fruit of my life. i was into the peach slush for a while but it's so sweet! the other night i broke out into honey sweetened green tea, which was so refreshing and light! not like a sugar slam in the face at all.

saturday included sleeping in and getting a blackberry (!!) which i've slowly figured out. it's syncing with the computer we have xp on, but not with my mac, yet. i have to get missing sync or pocket mac or something. but i don't want to fudge with that now. i also need a memory card for it. bleck bleck bleck. i hate the consumer world. but needed it for work and shit. yuck.

last night we went to the fair and it was actually fun! i rode one ride and all i could think of was that the shitty 2 inch latch would give and we'd go flying to the ground. ha! stewart rode a few more, but really all we did was eat sugar. sugar sugar sugar.

i've been motivated to get shit done lately, but that's barely happening because i have too much shit to do.

punk is dead, but misogyny isn't

last night i went to see gob and sick city at the rum jungle. obviously prince george is high rollin'. and up on the wall behind their merch table sick city had this poster. the lead singer even went so far as to say that "if you're with child you're going to have a miscarriage this is going to be so loud". i mean, do you need to be so obvious with your hate for women? i'm surprised they gave me the poster not even thinking it could be offensive or that it wouldn't be a "good" idea to give it to me.

other than the awfulness of this, the "pit" was gross. 19 year old boys pulling out their machismo, sick city's bassist un-ironically humping his bass (it makes him so much cooler!!), some dude from the radio saying "fuck" every second word during the intro, and GOB being too cool to have beer poured on them by people in the crowd. my friend also said that all these men were trying to talk her up and were in "hunting" mode.

really, punk rock must be dead. misogyny and the celebration of machismo culture in punk rock is still rife (remember: dc hardcore knowing they were teaching grrrls like shit and not doing anything about it...hence the birth of riot grrrrrrrl) and another reason not to participate in that culture. but i'm here. it's strange to watch these counter-cultured white kids be so marginalized by their cohorts and "friends" and peers. right now: fuck punk. fuck it.

i'm gonna get free this time

i went camping. i hate camping. sure, we were in bunks, but the environment stinks (couldn't drink tap water, sand, etc). but i'm happy i sacrificed eyeliner and my bed and my cats and my man to go to val de bois, qc (north of gatineau). where i literally hung out with the coolest women and feminists i've ever met! these women are mobilizing their communities around gendered issues and working in creative capacities straight across the board. these women are so inspiring for me and it just makes me cry that they exist out there in my world! we had so many connections through other friends and communities and we own campus radio and crafting worlds and our voices. it was incredible.

i'm home to the onslaught of student loans. they're here! i can finally buy groceries and good cat food and new face wash. and pay my bills. i feel like i will survive now!

i need to work, calls, etc. hope you're all well. xoxo