There is a stack of dusty, old copies of National Geographic at work. Today at my break I was going through them and came across an article on Bangladesh. The topic was famine and how there might not be enough food for the world someday. The words were heart-wrenching, the photographs were surreal. I kept thinking about any recent or not so recent news of a famine that I might have missed about Bangladesh. I closed the magazine and looked at the date of publication. It said: July, 1975. I was holding a 30 year old piece of history in my hand, reading about how life was like for most people after the independence war of 1971. I am going to ask them if I can have it.

I am very much looking forward to this Saturday. Jasonda and I will finally have our long-awaited and much deserved date. We are planning to spend our Starbucks gift certificates on some over-priced novelty beverage, maybe take in a movie, maybe, and top it off with a nice romantic dinner. Now we just have to figure out how to squeeze in two not so romantic chores usually reserved for Saturdays. The weekly grocery shopping and my haircut: Snip. Snip. Oww! Sorry! Snip. Snip. Oww! Sorry!

My sister has a new Xanga. She also has a new apartment, a new city and a new life. In the States, she was in the North, while I was in the South. Here in Canada, I am in the West, and she's in the East. This also pretty much sums up our personalities and the way we look at life. However, I like to believe that we share a bond that most siblings don't, and I love her very much. Mote, I am very proud of you for all that you have done, and for all that you are. Life has been a charging bull to you, and you have grabbed it by the balls. Hang on sweetheart, and never let go.

 
About the song: The Dream Academy's "Life in a Northern Town." I can't think of much to say about the song. Except for...hey-oh ma-ma-ma, hey-oh. Obviously.

That's it for now.