I know about this because I was there. 

The other survivors of the incident, bespeckled and tattooed barristas, have gone into hiding or into self imposed exile, so horrible was the incident that it scarred their psyches for life. 

It was during the blackout. I was in Batdorf and Bronson on Capitol Way, among the yuppies on the one hand, the barristas probably annoyed at serving the yuppies on the other, with a small crowd of unclassifiable freaks, of which I was one, rounding out the crowd. 

Suddenly, we heard a crack and the power went out. No one knew what happened or what to do. Some people made their way to front door only to find that the security system had dead bolted the door shut. In desperation, some yuppies started pounding on the plate glass windows. Unfortunately, Batdorf and Bronson had recently replaced their windows with shatter resistant glass.

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Thanks to all those in Canada and all those at the CBC who made this important documentary.

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Please join us on Monday, March 19th at 7pm in SEM 2, E-1105 as Simone Bitton presents her film, Wall.

Simone is an Israeli-French filmmaker. She is best known for her recent documentary films, The Bombing and Wall. The Nation described Wall as "A serious and moving work of filmmaking, which asks you to look clearly and closely, but without despair."

This is a rare opportunity to hear an internationally known filmmaker speak about her work.

WALL by Simone Bitton
Presented by the Filmmaker--Discussion to follow

A Documentary Film about the Israeli Separation Wall

Winner, World Cinema Special Jury Prize, Sundance Film Festival 2005
Grand Prize, Best Documentary, Jerusalem Film Festival, 2004
Official Selection, Human Rights Watch

An Evaluation Week DISCUSSION with~

~DELIA AGUILAR~
"Feminism and the Denial of Empire"
SEM 2 D1105
March 21 ~ 7PM Wed

"Political Economy and Social Movements", "Women’s Studies: Native Women in the 20th Century", "Academic Writing", and the Academic Deans will be hosting Women's Studies professor and scholar Delia Aguilar on Wed. March 21 for an evening lecture.

I couldn't make this up.

For two mornings in a row I found a voice message on my work phone from a very polite realtor looking for Mr. Yu. The realtor had an English accent and was calling from Hong Kong. His second message had a sense of urgency, so, using the clues he left I tracked him down on Internet and emailed him to try another number.

The name of his firm? Ka Man Properties. I'm not kidding.

I related this to a couple OlyBlog docents and they pointed out "I" was missing from the blank space in Ka Man, and, the realtor was looking for Yu. Gulp!

As an aside, "caiman" in German is "kaimane." Considering the history of caimans and OlyBlog, I highly doubt this whole episode is "coincidence."

You know those Mrs. Butterworth syrup bottles (like Tang, once glass, now plastic) that are in the shape of a matronly and kindly middle-aged woman? And the marketing campaign that has the bottle gliding and talking? Am I alone in thinking this is too weird?

Think about this. First, in order to get to the syrup, we have to unscrew the top of her cranium. How painful is that going to be for her? Then, we tip her over and empty the liquid contents of her innards through her head!!!! How repulsive and disgusting is that, I ask you?

On a morning in recent history, I was emptying Mrs. Butterworth's liquified inner organs on my stack of empty calories, and I heard her scream, "Pour me! Pour me!" It took me a minute, but then I realized she was really pleading, "Poor me! Poor me!" That was real appetite killer, let me tell you.

And then, when we are finished with her, we just throw her away. Just like that. Maybe a few of you more progressive types recycle her. But what's the difference? Either way Mrs. Butterworth the bottle person becomes merely a commodity. O these are evil days indeed.