Sicko(s)

I like Michael Moore. Sure, his movies are biased but since I’m left-wing, it doesn’t really hurt my feel­ings. On top of that, being an opti­mistic per­son, I do believe his inves­ti­ga­tions can make waves. But this time, I left the movie the­ater with mixed feel­ings. Since I’m famil­iar with both the Cana­dian and the French health care sys­tem, I knew Moore wasn’t telling us all the truth. And thus I started won­der­ing about the US health system .

What We Sell To Coca-Cola Is Available Humain Brain Time

See, back in France, it was quite sim­ple. I had a small black & white TV with a bro­ken antenna I had to trap between a pile of books and the edge of the couch in order to get a clear recep­tion. I only watched TV when : 1) I was copy­ing Chi­nese lessons 2) I was draw­ing 3) I was pluck­ing my eyebrows.Well, yeah. What was I sup­posed to do ? Watch it ??

Do You Speak English?

Eng­lish wasn’t pop­u­lar. French don’t like Eng­lish much (“they put vine­gar on chips and eat meat with mint sauce !”), and the rela­tion­ship with the USA has always been a bit rocky (“these warmongers/ burgers-eaters !”), so there were basi­cally no incen­tive to learn.

Where I Think Some People Are Just Plain Stupid

While wait­ing at the garage, I read The Sun, a rag with a lot of bull­shit in it. It’s cheap (25 cents) but it’s bad. Really bad. The Sun pet themes are usu­ally : war is good, high taxes are bad, gay mar­riage is evil, gas is too expen­sive, any­one who doesn’t speak Eng­lish or isn’t of Eng­lish back­ground is a ter­ror­ist or an ille­gal immi­grant etc. Come on, I’m talk­ing about a news­pa­per which call “youths” “punks” !

How To Get Rid Of Telemarketing

I’m cook­ing some red pep­pers when the phone rings :

- 喂，你好，黄先生系唔系屋企?

I hate bloody tele­mar­ket­ing, espe­cially in Cantonese.

They Did It

They did it. They elected the most intol­er­ant, ego­cen­tric, self­ish, use­less politi­cian. He is the new pres­i­dent. I’m def­i­nitely stay­ing in Canada.

I Am A Passenger... And I Ride And I Ride

I have an ongo­ing love & hate rela­tion­ship with cars. I like cars. They hate me.

It all started when I was 17. After I com­pleted the com­pul­sory 50 hours dri­ving ed, I reg­is­tered for the test.

Us And Them

Office work­ers have always fas­ci­nated me. I used to see them in pub­lic trans­porta­tion, early in the morn­ing : guys drink­ing their daily shot of black java in some kind of fancy spill proof cup; women awk­wardly apply­ing another layer of make-up on their face. They looked busy. They looked like they had a goal and shared a com­mon cul­ture of which other were excluded.