Been up to my eyeballs in my semi-adopted faith this week, with two assignments for the Jewish Tribune. (Don’t tell my editor - Hi Norm! - that I’m working on his articles at the same time as writing this post. While we’re at it, let’s also pretend that I never said anything negative about Frank Dimant’s affection for the Human Rights Commission. *ahem*)

My week began with a snowstorm, which saw my friend Paige and I brave the elements to attend a great concert for Chai Lifeline staring Dudu Fisher (fans of Les Miz know exactly who I’m talking about), and ended with more snow and a trip to Queen’s Park, this time to hear MPP Peter Shurman talk about Israeli Apartheid Week at York University.

I hate Queen’s Park. I hate it with a passion. Not just because of the collection of corrupt poo-flinging circus monkeys it holds - I hate the whole idea of Queen’s Park. University Avenue is a moat around that place. It’s as if the government is saying (and let’s face it, they probably are) “Fuck the voters. Once we’re in here, we’re done with those scabby sons o’bitches!” There is no safe way to traverse University Avenue and arrive at the front door of Ontario’s seat of government. Then you get inside, and insult is heaped upon your potentially car-wrecked person. I’m a blogger. I’ve been one for six years. It may seem like a lowly hobby to some, but over the years I’ve been given the opportunity - been invited, in fact - to talk with our Prime Minister, several members of federal and provincial government, United States senators, congresspeople and other decision makers, and been within spitting distance of both the president and vice president. But I couldn’t ask a question at a Queen’s Park press conference to which I was personally invited? No, not in the press gallery, but in a separate media room. What? As a voting citizen of Ontario, I should have had the right to ask a question, let alone as a freelance journalist. Apparently a media pass is needed not just for the gallery, but for press conferences, too. Excuse me?

On the plus side, I did get to play with a Mac for the first time today. Whee! It’s like the cocaine they put in Big Macs (hmmm… mac… coincidence?). Now I want one. Oooh, also, a TTC employee said Good Morning to me randomly today. It was surreal. I thought I was on Candid Camera, or whatever cheap knock-off of it is playing on ABC these days.

Anyway, back to my articles. They pay me to write them, after all. Oh, speaking of which, thanks to everyone who bought Ali Hale’s Bloggers’ Guide to Effective Writing thorugh Girl on the Write. It’s a great resource, and by purchasing it through GOTW, I get a few coins tossed my way. Gracias.

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