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Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Free

Today, more than any other day, I realized how much people love free stuff. At the "take" table in the garbage area of my condo, I put a few books on the shelf for people to take. Sorry, I mean a few first year university books. Already the sex appeal has diminished with the use of the words "first year" and "university". But wait, the titles have used book stores throwing money at you they want to get their hands on these titles badly:
  • JAVA programming (blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-lgorithm)
  • Linear Algebra (oh oh what a thriller)
  • Macroeconomics (the sequel to micro)
  • Either the macroeconomics workbook or another programming one, can't remember
So an hour later, I go back in order to throw out a garbage bag and...bam! All the books have been snatched. And that my friends is the power of FREE.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Article deconstruction: the Law of Return and Israel's aggressive tourism push

Recently, Israel's image has been tarnished and various ministries in Israel have been working long hours attempting to revive the appeal of Israel through culture. This is all being done without changing Israel's infamous policies of course. This article in Ha'aretz talks about North American jews taking advantage of the racist Law of Return and immigrating to Israel. I'm in the apartheid week spirit, and I'm getting tired of Israel's new efforts to promote tourism and immigration. I've only kept parts of it that are essential to this deconstruction, the whole article can be read here. My comments are in italic and red.

By Beth Schwartzapfel, The Forward

When Nisan and Gilan Gertz stepped off the plane at Ben-Gurion International Airport with their children last August, they were seven of almost 4,000 North Americans to make aliyah in 2009 - the largest number to do so in a single year since 1983.

- The Gertz family will land in Israel but never see it in its entirety (i.e. skipping the West Bank and Gaza Strip, or turning a blind eye if occupation ever shows up to greet them).

There were a lot of reasons that the Gertzes chose to move their new home in Beit Shemesh, some 25 miles west of Jerusalem, from their home in Passaic, N.J. There was "inspiration and spirituality," as Nisan describes it. "For the first time in 2,000 years, we can live in a sovereign nation that's Jewish."

- Occupation and injustice inspired you? Yes Mr and Mrs Gertz, a sovereign Jewish nation, where anyone who isn't Jewish is treated like a second class citizen. Yes, a sovereign Jewish state, built on hate and racism. Yes, the quality of supreme and independent authority over occupied territories, stolen land and a constant disregard for international law.

Four of the Gertzes' five children - the oldest is 15, the youngest is 3 - were enrolled at Jewish day schools, which together cost the family upward of $50,000 per year in tuition. "All of our money was being dumped into the increasing cost of education and the increasing cost of health care," said Nisan, who is an architect specializing in the development of hospitals while his wife is a clinical social worker. "I describe it as being on a treadmill." The summer home they'd always wanted, the yearly vacations to nice places, all seemed less and less attainable as tuition bills mounted. "We were running and running and running, and never going anywhere."

- I'm so sorry to hear that your American dream didn't work out. Maybe you should protest all those taxes you're paying that are funding the killing of Palestinians and you'll be able to hit up the Bahamas once a year. But I understand why you're moving, I mean since the money is already going there, might as well follow it, right? And of course Israel's going to welcome you with open arms...ever wonder why they are so kind? You guys really are perfect for Israel, let me explain: as an architect you can design the settlements that will enclose the Palestinians, you can also add a little spunk to that eyesore called the security fence apartheid wall, and as a social worker, you can help Israelis cope from the trauma they encounter and help Jewish girls avoid dating Arab boys because it's wrong.

Then there are the actual cash incentives Israel offers to ease the way for those immigrating under the country's Law of Return, which offers automatic citizenship to anyone with at least one Jewish grandparent.

- Oh how I love the ever so racist "Law of Return", a law that allows Jews, who have no connection to Israel or that region, to return to a homeland that "belongs to them" whereas Palestinians who are classified as "absentees" "present absentees" and "refugees" and who actually physically lived there but were forced out, are not allowed to return to their homeland, or even visit.

The Ministry of Immigrant Absorption provides about $4,000 per adult and about $2,000 per child to these immigrants, paid out over seven months. Immigrants are also entitled to free education up to the master's degree level and are customarily granted a 70 percent to 90 percent reduction on their property taxes. Plus, they receive discounts and tax waivers on Israeli-made appliances.

- So you don't have to worry, your kids will get respectable professions, the bad ones are saved for those hungry Palestinians, but, right after your children complete that military service and kill lots of innocent people. Discounts on Israel made products? BDS times are hard it seems.

If that is not enough, additional financial help is available from Nefesh B'Nefesh, a relatively new nongovernmental organization that facilitates immigration for American Jews. About 70 percent of the immigrants apply for this. Cash handouts alone are not likely to cause American families to pick up and move to Israel, of course. But the number of North Americans immigrating to Israel has been, on the whole, rising in recent years. And the last time there was an uptick as high as this year's - 17 percent - was in 2003, one year after Nefesh was established in Israel with private funding and a mission "to revitalize Aliyah and to substantially increase the number of future olim," or Jewish immigrants.

- Hurry olims, those Palestinians are giving birth at a quick rate, and we can't hold them off much longer! I mean we've tried with massacre after massacre, but it doesn't seem to be working! They are like rabbits! Get on those flights, hurry, here's money!!

Yours truly,

The Israeli Government

Since that time, Nefesh has been aggressively promoting aliyah throughout the United States and Canada, trying "to increase the perception that aliyah is normative behavior - something that regular people do," Oberman said.

- Yes by putting together campaigns like this one, that promote Israel's culture without changing Israel's policies. I think too many cash incentives have been given away because it seems that Israel forgot to invest in a credible advertising agency to produce a decent spot for this.

"Life in America for Jews is safe and good," said Mark Robbins, 42, a Conservative rabbi who made aliyah in August with his wife and two young children. Unlike the majority of olim, who come to Israel fleeing oppression and political instability elsewhere in the world, for Americans, Robbins said, "in order to make the move, you've really go to be pulled. [But] there needs to be some kind of push, too."

- Yep, Israel is great when it comes out to help the oppressed and a place for asylum. Their human rights record is squeaky clean.

"The push for me came, truthfully, from the incredible cost of raising Jewish kids in the States," Robbins said.

- Really, raising Jewish kids in the US is expensive? All the taxes you're paying is going back into Israel to turn your children into Zionists. Birth Right is free, half the Jewish organizations will take you on "free trips to Israel" and fly you to Israel yearly for free, I don't see what's so costly...Maybe it's because the internet is making it harder and harder for Jewish children to grow up believing that Israel is actually a great place dripping with morals, and they might be mixing with Arabs, or maybe it's because Israel's image has been tarnished and they are desperately trying to change it.

The economy is "not the reason, but it's a reason American Jews are making aliyah," said Michael Jankelowitz, the foreign press spokesman for the Jewish Agency. "They have Israel in their hearts. That's coupled with an economic crisis." The economy was an issue even for those without children - and the rates of aliyah among this group seem to be rising. According to Nefesh, almost half of olim in 2008 and 2009 were between the ages of 18 and 35.

- Well Israel is a "democracy" and it offers all the fantastic things from the Western world so why wouldn't 18 to 35 year olds move there? Also, if there's so much money being thrown my way, and I'm around that age, including free education, of course I'm going to move.

Freelance music producer and marketer Yoni Leviatan of Miami was among them. "I was always a Zionist," said Leviatan, 31. "I always used to say, I'll be buried in Israel. But I always thought it would be later in life... If I was making a lot of money and I was secure, I don't know if it would have entered my mind to leave."

- Hey Yoni, have you heard of Thomas Hobbes? He describes your last name as "monster" and as a Zionist who seems okay with what saintly Israel is doing, that describes you perfectly home boy. You want to be buried in Israel? Alongside the mass graves of many innocent people and Israel's never ending list of secrets?

Now that he's there, Leviatan has been impressed by the country's cutting-edge technology sector, both for the jobs it creates - he got a job as a Web marketer at the music technology company Waves - and for the quality of life it facilitates. From little things, like the ability to feed a parking meter remotely by using a cell phone, to big things like advancements in medicine, Israel is "not the Third World country that we used to think it was," he said. "Technology has made the Israeli system very efficient, with all medical records kept electronically and standardized for everyone."

- Don't forget how great Israel's engineers are: the amazing Jewish only roads, that magnificent fence wall, settlements, bulldozers, F-16 fighter planes, the rapidity of bulldozing homes, how easily villages are evacuated, and how well secrets are kept. No you're right, Israel is nowhere near a Third World country. It's the only democracy in the Middle East as they say! But it's probably because you've never seen Israel's wilder sister: the one that Israel and the evil Western powers help build ghettos in and implement leaders of their choosing to make the Arabs look more barbaric to the West. She's really close by the way, since Israel is the size of New Jersey.

Indeed, one of the recurring themes during the Forward's conversations with more than half a dozen olim was how much easier than expected the process was - and how easy it is to access the comforts of home in their adopted country. One of Nefesh's goals, according to Oberman, is to smooth the daunting transition and "implement numerous shortcuts in the bureaucratic process."

- It's so easy to access the little things from North America in Israel because Israel is trying to be Western and is flooded with North American Zionists, not actual people born in the region. In fact, it seems that half the people in Israel have no connection to the land according to that number above. If Israel really is your "home" like you say, you wouldn't try and change it now would you? You'd embrace its ways. You're moving to a new place, not an extension of America. If you wanted an extension of America, the closest you'll get is Canada. If it's the Israel you returned to, you wouldn't try and make it North America would you? You left North America to go to North America? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Israel is like North America because it's a democracy? If you want the "little things" from North America in Israel then shouldn't you be complaining about the lack of justice and freedom? If Israel is a democracy, then they wouldn't have a thing called "Law of Return" and treat even their own (Falasha) as second class citizens. So in reality, Israel's disregard and racist policies are no different than the ones they condemn right? Do you think the Jews that lived in Palestine 2,000 years ago put up a wall so they don't have to see non-Jews?

"My parents' generation, they moved here and had to move to an absorption center. It took them three months to get a telephone," said David Adest, 32, a Staten Island stock trader who made aliyah with his wife and three young children. "I got here and had my iPhone on within a few hours."

- That's great David. The Palestinians next door still can't make a proper phone calls, there's a wall that intercepts the connection, and you keep infiltrating their service with your i-douche. Or blowing up their homes so there are no more phones.

That is not the only difference between Adest and immigrants from his parents' generation. The largest number of Americans ever to move to Israel in a single year was 8,122, in 1971 - part of the extended afterglow of Israel's victory in the 1967 Six Day War. "There was a euphoria in the [Jewish] world after the Six Day War," Jankelowitz said, "that Israel, instead of being annihilated, survived." Moving to Israel back then was a political statement as much as a personal choice.

- Yep, that's Israel, like Beyoncé, a survivor, she's not gon' give up. She occupied and built settlements so you can swim and enjoy life while others suffer, just like in America. So you can live like its America, but its warmer and more historical here. What more can one ask for?

Now, he said, "These people are coming because they're looking for a Jewish way of life. I don't think there is a political statement being made."

- Hmm, occupation? Murder? Humiliation? Denial? I don't think that describes a Jewish way of life, that's a Zionist way of life.

Asked about Nefesh's role in helping immigrants move to the Israeli-occupied West Bank - a move with inevitable political implications, Renana Levine, Nefesh's public relations and communications manager, said, "Olim make their own choices about where to live in Israel, and in fact less than 3 percent move to areas over the Green Line," which marks the boundary between Israel and the territories it acquired in the Six Day War.

- The other 97% aren't ballsy enough to move to the settlements then? It's okay, they are living on stolen land and ethnically cleansed villages, it's basically the same thing as passing the green line (since Israel hasn't really established its borders, what is the green line?), it just doesn't have the word "occupied" beside it so it seems alright.

Nisan recently took a trip to Tel Aviv's Palmach Museum, which celebrates the underground military organization that helped settle Israel. "There's a certain aspect to the romance of settling the land that has to do with living in a hut and working in the dirt with your bare hands," he said. "I have a respect for them, but I'm a spoiled American! I'm not upset that I don?t have to do that."

- There's a certain aspect to the romance of settling the land that has to do with living in a hut and working in the dirt with your bare hands." Habibi, there's no romance in the way Israel was created. Unless romance means massacres, blood shed, occupation, denial of human rights...then you have a woman's heart beating fast with fear. And those hands you speak of? Oh yes... pioneers. See, Zionists are too afraid to use their hands to do the killing so they use American made weaponry for it.
Wait! He continues,
"I have a respect for them, but I'm a spoiled American! I'm not upset that I don't have to do that." It's great to know you respect baby and women killers. Spoiled American, you gave them the money to do it and built the weapons yourself, geez you're so silly! I mean I wouldn't be upset if I had to skip the murder part too, but don't worry, your opportunity is coming: there's a mandatory IDF service, but with all the money Israel's throwing at you, your greedy self will gladly help your "country" "defend" itself, n'est ce pas?

Thursday, 18 February 2010

Guide to being [really] Arab: Ginos

In my quest to find things that make me ashamed of my heritage, I stumble upon Massari. Baby boy is from my hometown and Mr. Money is the representation of [almost] every Lebanese boy in Ottawa. I thought Massari ended about the same time my heart left green eyed Lebanon but I guess I was wrong. Far from the days of driving up to the Heron community centre in his Oldsmobile, Massari seems to be doing okay for himself. I did, after all, meet his supposed stylist at a so called fashion show I had the unfortunate "luxury" of covering back in September.

In Sari's latest video, he takes Axel F's beat and gino's it up - so the gino's can dance to it at da club. Despite the tune being catchy, you still can't help but look at this video and be like "God, Sari, you're totally one of those Arab guys that dates white girls for years, promises them things (roosh il massari 3aleki rash*) and then when your mama finds you a nice girl from the jnoob, you ditch white girl. Ya shabab**, what are we going to do with you? The girls in your videos are the easy ones you claim to care about but don't, you just use them for B-O-O-T-A-Y because the Arab girl makes you promise things before she gives you anything, then proceeds to remind you not to tell anyone what happened if anything did actually happen. You know what, maybe a girl from the jnoob will be good for you, you might learn a few Arabic words from her, then you'll have minor cred in the community.Yalla habibi. In other news, not sure if you saw the video for "Hot Girl" by one of Massari's old singing partners Belly.

Belly is also from my hometown. Our mothers are quite good friends. My mom does his mom's taxes. Belly, unlike Massari, is not totally ginoed up. He's another type of Arab boy you should probably stay away from: the ones who grow their hair into a gigantic afro, smoke pot in the house all day thinking up rhymes and might be doing a Business Administration diploma at the local community college.

Someone disabled embedding because they are lame:

But, I must admit, this guy is 100 times worse than Massari.

*=buy you the finest things
**=guys

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Omm il donia

For 10 days, I managed to forget everything from my daily life. I didn't even remember what it was like to work, or have the cold Canadian air brush up on my skin. It was my first complete disconnect. While most of those around me felt the need to constantly update people at home, I felt the recollection of my day when asked was a burden, mostly because I couldn't actually express what I felt. It was also the first time I did not look forward to a trip, due to the fact that I knew there was a high possibility of disappointment in the form of not reaching my initial destination (Gaza). With that being said, my journey back was as long as my journey here, so I had time to reflect and write for everyone: letters from Cairo.

Arrival - Christmas Day
Dear whoever cares to read this,

I've slept an hour on three plastic chairs located in Terminal 5 of Heathrow Airport. My back must be broken. I arrive to Cairo after spending the flight talking to a fellow marcher who used to be a big executive at Motorola. She's awesome. The weather is nice and our cab driver is attempting to give us a tour at 1am. We're not having it.

Day 1 (officially)
Dear whoever cares to read this,

We wake up early, eat foul because we're in Egypt and take a self made walking tour around Cairo. "Show me the meaning of being lonely" seems to be the hip ringtone here since I heard in on two people's phones. We find old photos of Jamal Abdel Nasser at a photo studio and end up chatting for over an hour over tea with the owner. He gives us the photos as a gift (I got a sweet one featuring a young Gaddafi) despite us refusing his dinner invitation. Staring is common here, and I must get used to being the object of all glares. We sing songs while walking the Nile. Check into the apartment in Maadi where I'll be staying. Word is: border still closed and the French delegation was denied access to their buses. Therefore, they camped outside their embassy and have no intentions of moving. Count on the French to strike right. Near fatal crossing accidents: two.

Day 2
Dear whoever cares to read this,

We attend our first orientation meeting and meet some of the other delegations. We walk over to the Qasr el nil bridge and hang messages to those in Gaza. The police quickly break up our peaceful demonstration and remove all letters from the bridge. First encounter with Abu Shanab, more on him soon. Later on, we are to go on the fallukas on the nile and drop 1,400 candles in commemoration but we are stopped. We hold a vigil on the nile surrounded by the Egyptian police. My voice is already leaving me because I spend all night yelling "El Horriya li Gaza" (Freedom for Gaza).
Day 3
Dear whoever cares to read this,

More meetings, sleep continues to lack but I don't care. By now, we are experts at crossing the street. We attempt to brainstorm a variety of methods we can get into Gaza. This is supposed to be the day we leave for Al-Arish, but the Egyptian government has denied anyone with a foreign passport permission to pass to Al-Arish whether with buses or via public transportation. We protest under the October 6th bridge.
We take our chants and spirit to the UN offices. We wave flags, banners and build mock embassies. Many people are attempting to get the support of their embassies which gives us all the same message: NO. Friend spots Dahlan near the Palestinian embassy. Attempts to hold back his anger. We show solidarity with our French brothers and sisters and visit the embassy where they are camped out, surrounded by the riot police. I manage to insult a "secret service" officer by asking him "who are you anyway?" Big trouble, little yuppie. We visit Heliopolis for a change.
Day 4
Dear whoever cares to read this,

Much to do today. After getting no help from the Canadian embassy, I head over to the Syndicats des journalistes for a protest there, followed by one at the same place protesting Netanyahu's visit with Mubarak. Codepink, one of the organizers of the march, are negotiating with Suzanne Mubarak who agrees to send two buses with 100 delegates instead of the 1,400 currently in Cairo and they can only be people who have never visited the region before. What is this a tourist destination? The French side of les Canadiens comes out and we talk to other groups about protesting at the buses the following morning. Many groups are on board, some however continue to forget the reasoning behind the march and would like to get on the buses. We find a really rad song while attempting to look for something else and it stays trapped in my head for the next few days.

Day 5
Dear whoever cares to read this,

I'm running on one hour of sleep and at the buses it's chaos. The decision makers apologized for their quick and faulty decision. Massive support against the buses departing ensues, but there are still many getting on board, mainly for personal reasons, some with none at all aside from the march, whatever their reasons may have been, people got on and off the buses. We chanted, attempted to remind them of the goal, some people got off the buses. When most of the crowd left, some people got back on the buses. A total 0f 60 people departed for Gaza and the bus picked up people in Al-Arish who were under house arrest or detained for attempting entry previously. A total of 84 people went to Gaza despite the Gaza Freedom March organizers in Gaza urging them not to. We visit the French embassy again and head to some meetings. Drinking lots of tea, koshary count: two. Furthermore, I have mastered arguing with cab drivers who try to rip me off.

Day 6
Dear whoever cares to read this,

This is the day we should've been marching in Gaza. We find out early that some of the delegation is trapped in their hotel, surrounded by police due to the staff being informants.
10AM: We walk up from the subway as we attempt to divert attention from ourselves since all week we have been followed. All of a sudden, a flash mob of 500 begin running on the street in Tahrir Square, Cairo's busiest place. The police go crazy and attempt to push us on the sidewalk by any means necessary. Many are kicked, punched, pulled by the hair, pushed. I was lightly elbowed in the mouth and police attempt to carry me out as I hung onto my friends. When I screamed in Arabic, they panicked and let go of me. Finally, we were in the confines of the gated sidewalk. The police had beat many of us, including a 12 year old Dutch-Palestinian girl. From 10am to 4pm, Tahrir Square was Gaza Square. We even create a mock washroom. We talk to those poor soldiers who have no idea what they are doing and are completely on our side, merely afraid of their government. Ideally, we would've spent NYE there, but we lost a lot of people who were not allowed to return if they left the sidewalk.
Instead, we celebrate NYE again in Tahrir lighting candles for Gaza. The Palestinian flag spread out on the pyramids photo makes the newspapers. Cabies seem to have moved on from El Hantour to this song.



Day 7
Dear whoever cares to read this,

Israeli embassy time. This one caught the authorities by surprise. There was no one, all of a sudden, there were hundreds. The embassy was close to the French one, so it was easy to gain the support of our French comrades. We took over the sidewalk and the bridge. I had the opportunity to chat with one of the soldiers who looked like they had been recruited from the near by casting agency they were so young (what is this Israel?). They asked us when we were going to stop our protests because it's been five days and they are getting tired. They were also scared to ask me questions because their superiors behind them were listening in on the conversation. I noticed that when they found out I was Arab, they showed me more respect despite it being the opposite for Arab males. Tonight, down time in Zamalek.

Day 8
Dear whoever cares to read this,

Walk like an Egyptian. Today is saved for the Pharaohs, the cruelest people the world has ever seen. By now we are all accustomed to the 1 out of 4 Egyptians being informants thing, so we are no longer paranoid. We are now the "celebrity" hooligans wreaking havoc in Cairo. We know this place. It has consumed us. We take the metro and meet up with our Scottish friends in Giza. Looking over the slums of Giza, this government represents the Pharaoh's of the 21st century. To enter the pyramids, Arabs pay 2EP and foreigners pay 60. I'm Arab with a foreign passport, but I'm Arab therefore I pay 2EP. Security asks me for Arab ID, which I don't have. I argue with him, probably yelling things like "I'm more Arab than you, this is retarded, etc etc." but I end up having to pay 60 anyway. I'm more eager to cause chaos at the pyramids now.
I ride my camel, nicknamed Baby Boo up to the third pyramid, pretend to take photos and be some lame tourist, then we start climbing. Police officer yells no climbing, we say we're crossing. Yelling continues. We get to the other side and get down. The photographer from the newspaper arrives, the officer turns around to talk to his informants, we grab the banner, run up the pyramids, take the photo, then begin getting chased. The cops take our bags and fetch inside. They take our banner, ask us for our cameras, call for back-up, accuse two people from our group of being Egyptians (they have American passports) and accuse them of being journalists. They are desperately seeking to find photos. What they did was a) prepare for the longest chase of their life, b) embarrass themselves in front of all tourists and c) attempt to arrest us for no reason. The police chased us from pyramid three all the way to the entrance. I have never seen a human being turn so red. Before I knew it, every officer in Giza surrounded us, including an archeologist who told me he had to fill a report about the incident, to which I responded, "and report back to who? Pharaoh himself?" He wasn't so pleased, naturally. Later on, we end up in a cab with a driver who asks us if we're Algerian. Then he goes on a rant about Algerians and what they started after the soccer match, followed by 30 minutes of a CD with songs consisting of the word Masr. A little too patriotic. He's crazy and we can't wait to get out because we're scared of mentioning anything rai. I'm 99% sure I'm getting deported.


Day 9

Dear whoever cares to read this,

No, we did not get deported. Instead, we are on the train to Alexandria. We took the wrong train so we had to stand the whole way. We also made the newspaper. The beach is wonderful, and I can actually see the sky, smog free. Whoever says Toronto is smoggy has never left Canada. It's a blessing compared to Cairo. We walk around, visit the library, explore the city and realize how Arabs do not know how to maintain monuments. We don't eat fish like we're supposed to because we over ate at lunch. Alexandria has a street car. We take photos of Arabs posing like Arabs and even have a mock photo session of our own. We eat ice cream, we act like Syrians, we act like Palestinians, we act like foreigners, we analyze responses. Upon our return to Cairo, I am stuck with an idiot cab driver who is taking me the wrong way (I know my way by now). I make him stop me on the side where an argument commences with the police. He urges me to get back into the car but I get another cab instead. Try to rip me off why don't you.



Day 10

Dear whoever cares to read this,

This is tourist day. We visit Khan El-Khalili and the mosques around it (the Fatimid dynasty fascinates me), and we also visit Salah El Din's citadel. I finally visit a woman I considered my grandmother in Canada who now lives in Cairo. I've known her since I was six and she's my favourite person in the whole world. I drink sugar cane juice, I eat koshary, we discuss politics. I'm so happy to see her and so sad to leave. I spend the last hours of my time drinking tea at The Australian Hostel. We've formed friendships with the staff. I bid farewell to my partner in crime and return to my hotel. My flight awaits, alongside a dose of reality and cold weather.
more to come.

Sunday, 23 August 2009

My latest boycott

To the dear Log Cabin Restaurant, Greyhound partner and only stop from Toronto to Ottawa and Ottawa to Toronto via Voyageur, consider yourself boycotted, not as if I have ever considered purchasing anything more than a small coffee out of a desperation from your location. Thank the Asian man, who I assume is the owner for this boycott. You can do without my $1.25 every few months or so. To the Asian man: do not grab a newspaper I was actually considering purchasing from my hands as I was deeply immersed in the main article of this right wing newspaper and yell at me for not buying it in front of many customers who are actually purchasing your shitty products because they don't know any better. Lucky for you, my head was elsewhere and I wasn't paying full attention to your disrespectful behaviour, but next time, if this happens again, I will threaten to "burn this mother down" just as I threatened to do at the University of Ottawa computer labs back in 2007 after the 3-day revolution that took place at the SPSS labs, but that was only a threat, this time, it might mean I'll act on it.


Love love,


The [very] angry Yuppie

Monday, 22 June 2009

Yuppie adventures

At the other side of the universe, a.k.a. Yonge and Eglington,

I watched "The Hangover". Yeah, not funny. I laughed only a few times, so why is everyone saying it's hold your ribs type of funny? Get it together people, that movie was so predictable and un-inspiring. Why doesn't talent ever get celebrated?

On my way to a Saturday morning meeting, I cheat on my Ella's Uncle routine and go to Manic Coffee cause it's on my way but then I realize,

their large coffee is $2.40! Now I'm more than willing to pay for your "fair trade" coffee beans, however, don't buy the low quality stuff. This coffee was not good. At all. Their lattes are good though. Is someone attempting a Starbucks by serving bad coffee in order to increase sale of milk drinks? Je pense que oui.

At Wrongbar for NXNE,

I met a persistent male who claimed he was a porn star for a living. He also claimed to be the man of my dreams after he asked me if I remembered his name, which I didn't. He then asked me if I had ever met one before. A porn star, not the man of my dreams. Now where would I find them? Tip for this guy, claiming to be a porn star doesn't help your game. If anything I'm washing my hands right now. He then asked me if me or my friend were driving home. I told him, I'm from the city. He was shocked since it's impossible someone from Toronto would go out in the city right? That's another 100 points off homie. Don't ever call a girl who has never lived in the suburbs a suburbanite.

Outside, attempting to escape the humidity that may cause my hair to explode,

we overhear a conversation: One male 905 and his clan of three female 905ers, one of which was wearing a prom-ish dress from Le Chateau, another a pair of four inch, pink pointy shoes, were upset about not being able to get in. Their words were: "I'm a guy with three hot chicks and ready to pay the cover and he won't let us in. What gives?" Take your money and use it at Century Room, you're at the wrong bar.

After Wrongbar,

I tried out Poutini's. They even have vegetarian gravy. It's good, and definitely not as heavy as Smoke's. The owners are from Ottawa (according to the cashier). Represent. But word of advice to the girl with the fake Balenciaga* dressed like a semi-prosti hanging out with the dude in the True Religion jeans outside the resto...stop staring, it's rude. I can see you. Next time, I'll ask how much, yeah I'll do it, watch me!

*I'd like to point out that I purchased a fake Balenciaga back in 2005. This girl had a brand spanking new fake. The Aldo one.

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Baby I've missed you

Although Ottawa is known as governmentville, it does boast some of Canada's best bike paths and many of Canada's best rated restaurants including the world renowned Le Cordon Bleu school, Beckta, The Whalesbone and The Works to name a few. There are a few more that closed down a few years ago thanks to a little enquiry by the name of Gomery. But one thing Ottawa is known worldwide for (alongside the canal and Beaver Tails) is the amount of restaurants with the word "shawarma" hanging onto it. Even my dear university had a cover story in their newspaper dedicated to shawarma tasting. Having lived in Ottawa practically my entire life, I can easily tell the difference between good and bad shawarma joints simply by the storefront. If they have "donair", it's best to stay away, if "shawarma" is the second word, proceed with caution, if “shawarma” is a subtitle, it could go both ways, and if it ends with "King", it failed the health inspection test...twice (there is only one that ends with King, hence AVOID). Another positive sign is looking at the line-ups from the window. Long line=good stuff. And the smaller the store, the better the food. However, having moved only six months ago to Toronto, it has made me appreciate not only the crummy shawarma joints in Ottawa but their terrible service. Toronto's best shawarma restaurant is the equivalent of Ottawa’s worst shawarma joint, because even the obnoxious Garlic King in the suburbs serves garlic potatoes and decent garlic sauce. You're allowed to be rude if your food is at least decent. What’s up with substituting garlic potatoes with fries Toronto shawarma store owners? And who makes your garlic sauce? And who said it was okay to serve Gyros and have shitty customer service all at the same time? (Naz's Falafel house - DON'T EVER GO). Gyros is Greek and if you serve crappy food at least have the decency of including better customer service. This is UNACCEPTABLE! So, to the dear people who run shawarma joints in T to the Dot, please, for the sake of your professional development, take a trip down to Shawarma town, head to the corner of Rideau and Chapel, passed the crack heads and the Korean man directing people out of his parking lot and watch the 70 year old man at Shawarma Palace take over an entire table and hand cut all the garlic pieces that go into their extra garlic, mega tasty sauce and while you're at it, get a hold of some great customer service AND good food, all in one.

**PLEASE NOTE: many shawarma joints in Ottawa do indeed offer a combination of bad food and bad service, but there are so many shawarma joints in the city you're not limited on choice.

image source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lexnger/2276605381/

Saturday, 7 February 2009

416 to the 905

I have no affiliation to the suburbs. I did not grow up in them nor hung out in them unless by force. Even when I lived at home, I lived in an area close enough to downtown that it wasn't considered the burbs. I went to high school downtown, I attended university downtown, and I hung out downtown (and Centretown for the Ottawa people who know). So I'm a city girl.

Before arriving to Toronto, I was aware of the 905 infestation. In Ottawa, we call them "Orleans people", not by the area code because we share the same one. Although I experienced them a bit, I knew where to go to stay away from them (Babylon, Zaphod's).

Advice you should take:

To CiRca: like most nightclubs, your time to shine is up. The image obsessed 905 population have taken over and when your parking lot becomes crammed with modified Honda Civics and the smell of hair gel and cologne, it is time for you to stop getting good artists to play at your venue because they are playing to the wrong crowd.

To 905ers: leave your douchery, rhinestone shirts, Hollister, bad denim and square toe shoes in the parking lots of your local Tim Hortons. It's making me wish I shopped at Le Chateau and listened to trance music, meaning: it's cramping my game.

Don't let this happen to you
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Friday, Feb 6 - 11:45pm
Upon entering the place, I was asked for ID. I look older than my age so this shouldn't happen (not shouldn't I just hate it). But it does at places like CiRca because the majority of the crowd is around 14. This isn't la belle province and Torontonians don't have the nonchalance of the Quebequois so how are these kids getting in?

Friday, Feb 6 - 11:50pm
In line for coat check. Then I paid $3 for coat check. At that rate I'd at least expect my coat to get dry cleaned or something.

Saturday, Feb 7 - 2:30am

I was called a pretentious French girl and had my name sabotaged by an Ed Hardy wearing, True Religion rocking 905-er who decided it would be cool to take his balls out in public and put them on display for a few seconds. Yes, that is why the only other time I will be going to CiRca will be for Cut Copy, but never again.

Saturday, Feb 7 - 3:30am

Remember how I paid $3 for coat check? I then waited 20 minutes to get it back (alongside getting id'd, I loathe line-ups).

image source: www.toronto.beforelastcall.com