tattoo?

This picture is riddled with symbolic power and domination of a transit system its no wonder there is no one inside that trolley. In fact, I would go as far as to say this image is analogous to Obama and his persuasive method of rendering everyone a slave to his every wishy washy word, yet, still have nothing really substantive to say about mass transit.

Look at this guy. He must be absoloutely stifling his power - drunken desire to do something terrible to his neighborhood minions. I'm overwhelmed with anxiety for them just looking at that complacent smile and orchestrated hand placement.

I don't really mind Obama, though. But in order to meet his (14%) target for cutting down greenhouse gas emissions, Americans would have to pay 7 bones per gallon for gas. In order for this goal to be met by 2020, the cost of driving would simply have to increase.

Makes sense though, right?

The transportation sector is responsible for 70% of the oil used in the United States.

Also seems pretty understandable.

Some of the smarty pants who are trying to deal with this sobering reality are talking about assuming an economy wide carbon dioxide tax starting at $30 a ton this year, and exploding to $60 in 2030. But tax credits dont address how often people drive.

What I propose they do is make public transit fucking ballin. The bus has to be the place to be, with minifridges, vibrating seats and people who wash your hands for you. I can't imagine my life without the ttc. It's simply a matter of getting used to things. We're animals - animals dont know they have it shitty until they have it good. So, if the government invested into giving their buses rims and crazy stereo systems, people would want to carpool and driving personal vehicles would be lame.

And plus, then the WHOLE WORLD could get drunk ALL THE TIME !

I'd also propose we all start calling the streetcar the tram because the tram is a way better word for it.

Kait Fowlie for President?

THE HOUR OF POWER !

5 days till earth hour ! This Sunday March 27 at 8:30 p.m., turn off your lights and
send your best vibrations to the gods of lunar tides and glaciers. (read: say a prayer for the deteriorating natural environment and subsequent death of all living creatures.)

10 million canadians and 50 million others did it last year ... but that was just the beginning !

What I'm planning on doing this year: getting lillypads and exotic swamp creatures tattooed on every square inch of my body. One small step for a gal like me, but surely a triumph for the ozone layer.

sometimes you just love someone so much it hurts to look at pictures of them.

I've thought long and hard about this. Here are the fruits of my labour ... my ultimate / ultimately lame party list !

Parties that I think deserve to exist:

- Fort parties, of any description.
- Dinner parties emulating the Beauty and the Beast "Be our guest" scene.
- Facebook suicide parties. It could start a revolution, Kool aid not necessary.
- Craft parties in general.
- A night terror themed party. Genius !
- Fuck retro themed parties, people should have futuristic themed parties, with robot costumes with cardboard boxes and tin foil.
- Fondue parties!
- Eccentric old people party - dress up like your favourite hero over 80.
- Parties involving pinatas. Especially when they are full of lewd items.
- Wearing your clothes backward party - because Kriss Kross is the man / men and those who know me well know that I am NOT ashamed that I once shaved two stripes in my eyebrow in devotion to him.
- Easter egg hunts. Any time of year that is.
- jeo-pardy !

Parties I think don't deserve to exist:

- "Getting ready parties". I loathe this concept even as much as I loathe putting on makeup.
- New years eve parties.
- Furnature assembling parties. Ikea furnature assembling parties, that is. If you call me up and ask if I can help assemble your 15th century wardrobe from antarctica, then we can talk.
- Spring cleaning parties.
- Anything involving UFC in any shape or form.
- Parties in hotel rooms. Unless its fuckin ballin and I'm drinking champagne with diamonds and wearing gold chains, platform shoes and have a cane.
- Anything involving green beer. Really this entire list is garbage because when it really comes down to the wire, I can get down with any excuse to get hammered and act a damn fool, but this one I feel really passionate about. If a dude seriously dame up to me with a green beer and expected me to take him remotely seriously please believe me I would throw it directly in his face.
- Baby showers and Barmitzva's. KIDDING !

Happy St. Patricks day bitches !

Conrad Veidt !

Look at the contour of that body, those shadows ... DAMN, what a lucky girl.

Today is my twenty second birthday.

Twenty two years on this green earth and I have incessant cowlicks in my hair. Isn't this shit supposed to go away after you turn like, 6? I have the biggest bedroom in my apartment, though, so I do have this going for me. And I can ride a unicycle.

Yesterday I accepted an internship with She Does the City for the summer, so I'm going to be a three day a week blog fiend.

Unlike this shitty peice of shit, which I haven't touched for what feels like 26 years. (but how can I stay mad at you bloggy blog?)

I had to decide between two internships - one was a company that could have turned my resume into a golden ticket more valuable than any produced by willy wonka, but I have a feeling that She Does the City will turn my summer into a golden ticket more valuable than umm .... well I just think its going to be really fun and inspiring. And at the end of the day, if what you are doing is fun and inspiring then there is no way you can fail. I've been saying that a lot lately.

For example, Macey and I went to a party last Friday and I assured her that there was no way we could fail the night. She was skeptical. Sure, we got really obliterated (me in particular), smoked cigarettes, got punched in each of our respective face a few times and formed some questionable relationships that might lead to future cons in white collar crime, but the point is, we returned home in one peice. Not together, not at a decent hour, and neither of us were wearing clothes when we woke up. But if thats not a recipe for sucess, then I am not Kait fucking Fowlie.

that was a joke, for the most part.

Anyway life is full of decisions like this, and I realize its probably not the last time I will have to pick between two radical opportunities. About the internships, I mean. Not because I'm trying to say I'm really fucking awesome, but because I try to do things sometimes, and if there is one thing I've learned in this nightmarish urban landscape, its that if you try to do things sometimes, things will find you.

THINGS, I say !

Right now my short term idea of sucess is that I not end up like Lindsay Lohan, waking up every morning, looking on craigslist for work. Lindsay, if you read this, you looked better with red hair.

On that note, this twenty second year of my life is supposed to be a really good one according to my horoscope. All my imaginative, sensitive and weak willed pisces souls out there have lots to look forward to. I usually dont believe in this shit, but I'm choosing to accept this good omen.

and people say publishing is dead !

In the Star a few days ago there was a review of three different picture books with "green messages" for kids.

One was called "The Smash! Smash! Truck", (by David Fickling) refering to the sound of the recycling truck dumping bins on recycling day. It expels an account of the cycles of earth, water, plants, and animals ... basing its story around the fact that no atom ever wears out, we just make them useless for a long time.

What it means is this - we throw shit out and forget about it. We figure that things "dont exist" when we toss them ... but they go somewhere. Things just dont stop EXISTING. EVER ! They exist in landfills and obviously have effects on our sweet green earth. This rad little book attempts to teach kids whats up with the perpetual cycles of matter. The protagonist, Aidan Potts, starts it off with the Big Bang.

And it also describes how humans are materially implicated in the substance of the earth and sky.

And its a pop up book which is fucking cool.