Unload

Okay, maybe the link post thing isn’t working. But seriously, though. Beware of companies like in the commercial in the last post. Art Institute, Gamer College, they oversaturate the market with starry-eyed youngsters and make it hard for anyone with half a sense of self-preservation to enter the gaming industry but anyway.

We had an election last month. It seems like only yesterday the last vestiges of the Tory party lay on Ben Mulroney’s smarmy mug. Like a lot of left-leaning individuals out there, I’m kind of okay with it. It wasn’t the best time for an election, what with the (Cough, cough) winter weather and all. I can’t really agree with the way the politicians fought over the heart of the Canadian People as it lay stinking and maggot-infested on the parliament lawn. So far though, they’ve been taking the country in a direction. I’m not sure which direction, but a direction nonetheless. I have to admit, they’re party platform mostly consisted of taking out the liberals, cleaning up government, and not much else. It’s gotten really hard to tell whether not Stephen Harper is or was or will be a tool of a Right-wing minority. But I am liking how he’s thumbing his nose to the Americans. I mean sure, the liberals were seen as the most anti-american party in the House of Commons, but they’d never prod their icebreakers where they’re supposedly not wanted.

So I feel myself going along with it. In fact, everybody seems to be going with it. A number of left-wing pulpits, like “The Economist” and George Stephanopolous’ “The Hour” are all encouraging us to embrace this political make-over. After 15 years of Liberal rule, just about anybody would be preferable, if we want to pass ourselves off as a dynamic democracy.

However, after being a self-described political liberal for most of my life, I find myself turning a little conservative these days. I guess it was inevitable, I suppose. How did that fake Churchill quotation go? If you’re not a liberal when you’re 25, you have no heart. If you’re not a conservative by the time you’re 35, you have no brain. I’m 26, so I guess I just make cut-off there.
Maybe I think it’s my complete lack of ability to fit in that’s turning my political views around. Going to from one of the most conservative cities in BC to one of the most liberal may be having an effect on me. Maybe it was the last time that panhandler chased me down the street. Who knows?

While I’m still not crying myself to sleep over my tax contributions, I do find it heartening whenever the government wants to make it easier to do business in my town or neighborhood. I’m beginning to think that maybe large corporations got so big because they were doing something right, not because of some Machiavellian lack of scruples.
Speaking of large corporations, I found myself really getting kicked around by those things last year, but if are there are more of them around, I get more opportunities to move to one that treats me with respect as worker. I’d also like to look for a church once I get the weekends off.

As I begin to explore and ponder established ideas around me, I’m also aware that I’m getting older, and that kind of worries me. If it’s not the obvious idea of mortality, I fear that manners and charity will give way to narrow expectations and stifling structure. The window to love and learn will get smaller with each passing year. Then I saw two of my best friends, Theo and Tarra get married last week. Sara and I got up at 5:00am to make the ceremony all the way in Seattle. It was beautiful. The church was solemn and reverent, yet warm and inviting. The dresses and suits of the wedding party were all fine and luxurious. The service itself was thoughtful and heartwarming. We all mingled at the ceremony, where they served desperately needed coffee. When all the festivities were done, later that night the bride and groom invited Sara and I out for pizza by the slice. It is a testament to what a class act Theo and Tarra are, but it’s also an example of that informality that I’m going to hang to for dear life as I try to carve out modern adulthood. I don’t want to expect a casserole or Sunday best when people want to see me. People fulfill my expectations when they can call me on the phone.