I want to find Dr. Chris Ryan and take him away to be my husbando. He would explain why that was a foolish thing to do but I would just say “shhh shhh Chrissy, all you need is my arms around you” and we would fall asleep in a cave.
I think it’s time we admit the Men’s Rights Activists wearing fedoras are misrepresenting all the men who simply have bad taste
Under the clear blue water of Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada sits the shipwreck known as the Sweepstakes.
For the record, she’s further down than she looks — she’s about a hundred fifty feet offshore and twenty down. It just looks like less because the water is so very beautifully clear.
In Tobermory, ON.
It bothers me that Canadian place names are for the most part ignored if they’re not one of the larger cities and the names of provinces and territories are used as equivalent stand-bys. Place is important, as are place-names.
/general rant that’s been on my mind for a long time.
No, you’re right. They should’ve said Tobermory instead of Lake Huron.
It’s more accurate. Lake Hurons a great lake. It’s pretty big it encompasses a lot. The further away from Toronto you get the more generalized things seem to become like: It’s not “Huntsville” or “Baysville” or the name of a lake or small town it’s “Algonquin” or “Muskoka” or “Simcoe” even though those are three very specific places and the small town or lake or what ever is close to there (some times actually more than a 20 minute drive) but people still call it “Algonquin”. Or it’s not the name of the hamlet in Nunavut it’s just “Nunavut” or “a village in Nunavut” or “The Canadian Arctic”. It’s not “Aamjiwnaang” it’s “Sarnia area”. You get the picture….
Meanwhile people post pictures of Toronto like “Toronto, Yonge and Dundas Square, Southwest Corner”.
Fuck yeah this forever, rise up my sisters and brothers from Rosemont and Elmira, reclaim your names oh Grand Valley and Shanty Bay! Let the whole of the GTA hear you roar oh Pontypool and Mono Centre! Shake the Blue Mountains from Creemore to Carlisle to Kanata.
"Modern down tuned Metal featuring 7 string guitar and lyrics in Spanish, even though the artist is from Norway."
Are you reading Metal Sucks yet? Their Unsigned and Unholy feature is pretty much all I live for these days, even though they have a tendency to fall into the metal journalism trap of this is genre X but this part of the song is genre Y and their last album was portmanteau of genre Z and W . From now on lets describe metal with only how hard it makes you want to wreck shit.
I give Cognition three exploded cans of home-made C-4 and a horse on fire
Nothing like some serious research into pre-diaspora Great Lakes peoples to get me hot and bothered. This has all kinds of fascinating stuff just as an example indicators for a dietary shift in childhood and some of the only really hard data on the dietary habits of the Woodland people (including a whole lot of dog meat which the Jesuits said the Wendat kept like sheep)
I’m also going to take this time to high-five myself for being the first person on tumblr to hashtag something “adawondaronk”
My dad is a veterinarian and he is on some vet association committees, the latest one is Cat Overpopulation Task Force.
Task Force. Like they’re going into combat against cat genitals or something.
More OM for everybody or find another band that name drops Melchizedech and Saint Nicodemus on almost every album. Also Emil Amos is the mightiest sorcerer of drums.
I just had a conversation with the mayor about how her mayor duties are really cutting into her pie-making schedule.
A new TSMZ record has been announced, that means they’ll be touring. That means I’ll be able to see them again. That means I’ll get to hear Ephrim’s amazing responses to stupid audience questions.
"Are you Jesus?"
"Really man? That’s what squares on the street say to me."
This gawd-awful year can’t end fast enough.
Oh shit, scholar alerts for Shelburne Ontario and the number of the beast. Should have seen that coming
white people: I wish I lived in the forties! Everything was so much COOLER back then, you know?
japanese people: nope
thai people: nope
black people: nope
latin people: nope
cuban people: nope
native people: nope
korean people: nope
desi people: nope
jewish people: nope
queer people: nope
vietnamese people: nope
chinese people: nope
disabled people: nope
Let’s talk about this, I want to add Italians to this list
You’re going “wait whaaaat?” those are whiteys too!
Italy was devastated by WWII, devastated. Makes sense right? it kind of sticks out right there under Germany and points toward that Africa Hitler wanted so badly.
My Italian grandfather will barely talk about the forties so all I have from him are bits and pieces. Italy was ravaged by the nazis when it switched sides (it’s not a war until Italy changes sides) What I do know is that his family hid in the skull lined catacombs of a church in Porto Civittonova from nazi bombs that were being fired from the sea. At night his parents would send him (8) and his brother (10) out to cut rotting meat from their dead horses so the family wouldn’t starve to death. This went on for months. Then the Americans showed up with more bombs and leveled all the bridges and fortified buildings so the Nazis couldn’t hide in them. I watched La Vitta Bella with him once and at the part at the end where the little boy is going “rah rah the Americans are here!” he got so mad he got up and left the room.
Smashcut to his future wife (also Italian) growing up in a wooden shack in an Irish/Polish neighbourhood in Toronto. Her father along with thousands and thousands of German, Italian, Austrian and Japanese people were herded off at the declaration of war. One day My Nonna came home to two RCMP officers (whom she still describes as the “two biggest men I’ve ever seen”) ransacking their tiny house. She describes staring at their “big shiny boots” stomping through the house and emptying all their drawers while her mother cried “Where have you taken him? Where is my husband?” They wouldn’t know until months later when a friend of her’s saw her father’s face on a newsreel of Italian internees in Northern Ontario in a movie theatre downtown. Her mother and dozens of other Italian women had to sue the government to get them to tell her exactly where they had taken her husband. All the RCMP ended up taking was my Great grandfather’s scrapbook of political cartoons (He was a lifelong Liberal [and Atheist] who liked the send-up of the other parties) they used it to somehow accuse him of building an underground tunnel between an Italian club and a Catholic church that they said was being used to store weapons (all bullshit, the tunnel didn’t exist nor did he know how the fuck to build underground tunnels, also he hated the Catholic church for ruining his childhood in the old country and refused to send his three daughters to Catholic school) they would hold him for two full years. His three daughters were forced to drop out of school and get jobs, they never returned to school. To make ends meet they would trade butter stamps to Anglo families for things like pig heads and lard. They would eat something my Nonna describes as “dandelion soup” almost every day. My Nonna-nonna started doing seamstress work on top of her day job so they could afford milk and shoes. My great-grandfather never forgave the Canadian government and never trusted the RCMP again. Toward the end of his two year internment they lost their humble little house and were briefly homeless and had to sleep in the church.
Sometime around 2009 the Harper government formally apologized for the internment of Italian Canadians and set up a bill earmarking 25 million for “education and remembrance” but almost all of that went to Japanese immigrants in BC (who deserve that shit, don’t get me wrong at least they didn’t take away the Italians’ houses). The internment (read forced slave labour) of “enemy allies” and apparently scrap-bookers like my Nonno-nonno still goes untaught in Canadian schools. There’s a monument somewhere in Montreal too but it is dwarfed by dozens of monuments for combatants in the same city.
Let’s not talk about my Jewish great grandparents, not a fun time even if you’re in Bath in England.
My Scottish great grandfather in Toronto seems to remember the forties as okay though…
In short I can’t agree with this shit more, name a historic era I dare you and I will explain why your ancestors were probably enslaved then.
Listen/purchase: Like Tears In Rain by Kenneth James Walker
Dreamy Ridley Scott/ Vangelis inspired ambiance for your snowy Tuesday
-The fallout from your shitty opinion