ltmurnau | Ca-Ca-Canadian, I am, I am...

A lunch hour in which I feel like doing nothing, not even going out back to the Park and leering at the Garry Oaks, so I sit here and eat a stale macaroon and some tortilla chips. I suck. So, some random things:

I read somewhere that in Russian culture, it is taboo to give things like knives and scissors to friends as presents, since it implies cutting off a relationship. I neglected to mention that my birthday present from my mother this year was an electric paper shredder. Should I be reading more into this than the obvious inference that I should have destroyed all those incriminating documents a long time ago? If she'd at least tell me what the charges are likely to be before They bash in my door, I'd know where to begin.

Is there some kind of LiveJournal gadget that will let you search for other LJ users on the basis of comparing your entire list of interests, not just one by one? It would be interesting to see which other users out there are just-like-me.

Today at work I skimmed through a doctoral thesis on "acceptance of innovation and change" at a not-quite-local post-secondary institution a few years ago. The subject at hand was Prior Learning Assessment, something I am supposed to be working on right now, but the writer's comments on faculty's resistance to change and to accept that there are other ways of learning besides sitting in a classroom listening quietly are telling.

OK, so I put the chips away but now that banana next to my mousepad has started winking at me..."hey, hey, yeah you, c'mon over here and eat me, c'moooon, eat me please..."

[edit:] Well, that particular fruit did not last long, the eraser next to it had better start worrying.

Last night I went with Betty to see a movie about the Weather Underground. We went to the 9:00 showing, and as we were waiting for the movie to start this old guy in a cardigan - looked a bit like Alan Napier, who played Alfred the butler in the old, campy 1960s Batman - started shouting to the audience that he had just seen the film, and that he was 76 years old, and that he had just become an activist two years before, and wanted to warn us all about Gordon Campbell and all the "Belleville Bandits" who were taking our country away, and that Paul Martin was the most dangerous man in Canada today, and so on - meanwhile the usher was interrupting him and saying, sorry sir we have to start the film now and he started to interrupt her and said, young lady what I have to say is just as important as your cotton-pickin' movie, now everyone you must read The Vanishing Country by Mel Hurtig, thank you. We all gave him a big hand but he was still mad, I heard him say, Horsefeathers, young lady to the poor usher as he was on his way out.