Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-03-07

2010 Haiku:
The morning after
olympic hockey, crows dine
on sidewalk vomit #van2010 #
@marriageissogay I love my friends, straight and gay. I love equality. And I think Marriage Is So yesterday. #

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-02-28

Another night on duty in the DTES #
The Candahar at 2pm today for the 'Thursdays Writing Collective' reading. http://bit.ly/cRP0Pv #
More VANOC cultural censorship: http://bit.ly/aLY5Ua #2010 #olympics #
Better luck next time… http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/23/cheney-suffered-mild-heart-attack/?hp #
Verizon! Pepsi! Red Bull! Olympics! Rah rah… #van2010 #Olympics http://bit.ly/8Zdzaz #
At the final W2 RVW event #
Jesus arrested at Olympic [...]

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-02-21

Great stuff from Vancouver's poet laureate, Brad Cran: http://www.geist.com/poem/2010-handbook-entering-canada #
Great turnout for Womens Memorial March #
Five minutes was about enough on http://chatroulette.com/ #
Out to W2 tonight to hear some Real Vancouver Writers read poetry. #poetry #vancouver #
Went to buy an iPhone today, but Fido talked me out of it with their ridiculous, manipulative, anti-customer greed. [...]

Post-Modernism for Victorians

Reflections on a lecture at the library titled “The Age of Pretence: Reflections on Post-Modernism”.

Ravishing Beasts

Reflections on a visit to the Vancouver Museum’s taxidermy exhibit.

Tracing Night

Immersive maze installation by acclaimed visual artist, Ed Pien, comes to Museum of Vancouver.

A brief Saturday morning rant

There they were,with their wicker baskets and re-usable grocery bags made from recycled pop bottles, carrying their groceries down the street. To their cars.

Installing Ubuntu 9.10 on a ThinkPad T-400

Ubuntu 9.10 (aka: Karmic Koala), 64-bit version.
Download Kanotix and burn to CD
Boot Kanotix
Open a terminal window and set admin password:
sudo passwd
At the bottom right of the Kanotix desktop, click the “K”, go to “Settings” and then “Partition Editor”. When prompted, enter your newly set admin password.
Though I burned a set of recovery disks (one CD [...]

Ralph’s Bench

Edward reflects on the passing of life, lives and benches at Beaver Lake in Stanley Park.

Re-imagining Narrative

We’re copying down “I will not talk in class” one hundred times because the teacher told us to. One hundred times a second. But we are our own teachers. It’s time to give ourselves new assignments.

Kill Your Television

The Tudors provides one more compelling reason to throw out the television

On Liberty, and Memory

The olympics may be a very desirable event to many, but if we can’t hold an olympics, or any other event, without depriving citizens of their rights to free speech and free assembly, we have no business holding it at all.

The Place of Porn

When I first took note of the words at the top of the Jun 4 edition of Xtra West that read “His First Huge Cock,” I thought it had something to do with the full page image of Laurier LaPierre that appeared below it.

Not quite Walden Pond

Ever since I was quite young, I have both enjoyed and suffered the incongruity of wanting to be out of the city while wanting to be in it.

Not quite a car-free city

Last weekend in Vancouver, two events took place that sought to advance the idea of the car-free city. One I attended, the other I tried to avoid, with limited success.

WordPress: Force full comment display on archives or index page

How to show full comments on WordPress blog pages rather than just the number of comments.

‘In Touch’ plugin display of submit button in IE

How to fix the position of the ‘In Touch’ submit button in Internet Explorer

Dream 2: The Way We Commute

Just imagine what cities would be like without a steady stream of four-wheeled machines. Maybe it’s not so remote a prospect.

I Have a Dream (Part 1)

The introduction to a series of newly un-stifled imaginings from the recesses of desire.

I’ll give ‘em a little stimulus

More excruciatingly painful interactions with the institutions of commerce, now lining up en masse like suckling pigs to beg us for the money to keep them in a position to exploit us further.

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