Here is my problem with U2..

Are you aware that if you Google U2 you get approximately 67,000,000 hits but if you Google John Lennon or Queen Elizabeth you get between 14,000,000 and 25,000,000? What the hell is U2 doing besides making horrendous new albums for me to suffer through? Don't get me wrong, I love Bono in his Gotta save the Planet existence but I really can't stand to listen to U2's 10 minute interludes anymore. Vertigo, their only sort of hit from 2001, is a mix of silly guitar sounds and Bono's stupid glasses.

My other problem: the amount of old school U2 that is on the radio. I loved the Joshua tree like it was my own offspring but I am getting a mighty sick of listening to, "one love" or "Still haven't found what Im looking for" as every third song on popular stations. Try a 4 hour road trip and count the amount of U2 on the radio. It's really quite absurd.

I guess the obvious solution to my self pity would be to turn off the radio and put a scutt-friendly cd on, Bono-free. But F that. I shouldnt have to give up my love for radio because DJ Jazzy Jeff can't find anything to play besides U2's greatest Hits. And Im quite certain that John Lennon was more of a musical Genius than U2 will ever be, may he RIP.

And as for Queen Elizabeth..She never had an LP, but that women could harmonica like no other. U2 lover or not we can all agree on one thing: U2 hasn't had a huge hit in a while, and we are all better off for it.

the Zoo

After another tedious, yet successful roadtrip...(I am overexposed to ontario) I'm ready to start big girl life plan #1. But first,

I had to stop at Jungle Cat World Zoo! A mere 11 kms up from the 401 past Toronto. The sign's picture was intriguing, the title was magnificent, and the drive...well the drive was getting boring, we had to shake things up alittle.

This is what Kate and I saw, during our spontaneous 9 dollar admission getaway:

- Cats of every felis magnus..lions, panthers, tigers and pumas. Until yesterday, the only cat I have seen of this magntitude was the tomcat that frequented clayfields garbage piles and snuck into our slanty house. The Beasts were MAJESTIC!

- Goats everywhere. I have a special attachment to them because I have been referred to as a goat numerous times by a hot headed friend, who claimed that I was observant for a goat and if a tin can was thrown my way I would gobble it up in mere seconds. Needless to say, I took a picture of the many goats and forwarded it over to him.

- Monkeys, or gibbons as they were labelled, stuffed into cages. I took a liking to one particular primate who seems emo and introverted. I half expected him to pull an ipod out of his fur and start cranking death cab. His monkey friends seemed desperate to get him to join in their reindeer games but he was literally slapping them away with his aposable thumbs. As I called his name out (I think it was hector) he would look at me with saddened eyes and turn his back to me, like we were in a fight. This excited me even more, since I like a challenge and did everything I could to get him to open up to me and smile for the camera. It was unsuccessful.

- A constricter snake that was kept in the ladies bathroom. Kate peed her pants when she walked in and saw the 14 ft beast in the corner, then refusing to use the facilities...which was fine since she already went in her pants. I, however, loved it like I do all reptiles and toyed with the idea of touching it. But I didnt want to die at Jungle Cat World Zoo. What a sad, sad fate that would be..

After our quick tour I couldnt decide if I felt sad for the animals or not. Stuffed into cages, living 11 km off Canada's largest highway. Not free to roam like Simba or Nala. And I decided that I really did.

The lions didn't move from their pride rocks and sat a good 12 metres away from their loved ones. Hector was clearly battling depression in his monkey cage and the goats all looked anorexic. I came out of the tour with a strong desire to attack Jungle Cat World Zoo, and save the safari mammals. Making it as if it never existed.

But then, I wouldnt have been able to see all the animals in their cruel states and come to that epiphany, if Jungle Cat World Zoo haden't existed. I wouldnt have given it a moments thought, and that makes it hard to feel something, when you are trying to crusade for a situation that doesnt even exist. That is hard for me to wrap my head around so much so that I just about went cross-eyed.

Plus, I wouldnt have had the opportunity to take the wicked cool pictures I did. Zoo's rock.

cottaging and steamy books

I was gone forever...or to some of you: about a week. After quitting my job that I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to, I marched off to a cottage with 25 frat boys and girls to attempt all day drinking, waterskiing (with minimal success) and songs about homosexuality.

It was a fucking rad weekend.

I wont say his name cause it's wrong to publish without permission but its safe to say that a certian Motty mouthward throws a fantastic goodbye party and I am going to miss university sooo much more than I ever imagined.

After cottage number 1 came cottage number two and I found myself hanging out with 4 65+ people and drinking alone. Who says you can't have fun with your family? Actually the buzz killer was when everyone in the cottage demanded consecutively that we be in bed by 930. So I did what any young person would do..I read books.

If you want to read something so un-pc yet completely compelling read Nabokov's Lolita. Though the nature of the book is totally incestual and very very WRONG it is undoubtably a faboulous love story and very powerful proise. You will be disguted with the idea yet unable to put it down. That is some crazy writing.
Also, it seems this paragraph has turned into a mini book review and for that reason alone I will stop..and leave you with the two most powerful quotes I stumbled upon during cottaging week '06.

"We have it all arranged in our minds, and the less often we see a particular person the more satisfying it is to check how obediently he conforms to our notion of him every time we hear of him" (I have always liked stereotypes)

"I could not kill her, of course, as some might have thought. You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."
(super romantic if you forget for a brief moment that she is 12 years old..and he..well he is not).

adieu.