you know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me 9:03 p.m. & 01 August 2002
Not much to report. Life is still progressing as per usual, although with the additional exciting news from Benjamin (who I may start calling b-rock, 'cause he needs a ghetto name and I was reading miss sylv!a's diary and now I sound like her in my head when I think, I am a very impressionable writer that way) that we now have digital cable and cable internet at our townhouse at Kingsview Court.
Still eagerly anticipating the return of the Squidge (pending tomorrow) and my voyage vers North Bay rock city.
I'm in a crusty mood because I didn't get to talk to mike today (ever the petulant child, I am) and because I had a bit of an argument with my parents. A friend of mine at work was recently pulled over for running a stop sign and told by the officer that both she and her people were ignorant (she's Ojibway). so I had been telling my parents about this over supper, and they played it on this friend's tendency to exagerate things. while this friend certainly does have this tendency, it irritated me that my parents a) automatically told me I was wrong and b) told me that discrimination like that doesn't exist anymore. my dad claims no one would jeopardize a $60 000/year job saying stupid like that, and my mom thinks that native people are too well thought of in this area for that , but I know that this kind of prejudice does exist. I see this ignorance on a large scale every day, and I hate it. Eventually I was able to convey what I was thinking to my parents, and I think they saw my point, but not without considerable aggravation.