i haven't been blogging much lately, i know. i have had a lot going on and just haven't felt the urge to express anything on here in awhile. i'll be inspired again soon and leave you with some more stories...for now, posts may be few and far between.


THE SPERM CUBE

i found this on the net a little while ago. philip meste, an artist in paris is collecting 1000 litres of sperm from donors across the world. he's going to freeze it into a giant cube and display it as artwork. the 'sperm cube' will be kept cold by a freezer mounted underneath. you can get a free sperm donation kit if you want to send in a sample. each 'donation' is only about 3-4 mL's, so it will take about 330,000 samples to create the cube.

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what a strange week i've had. been going back and forth and up and down with someone, who assures me they're up, then turns around and comes down. i can't explain it. i have feelings in it now and it's getting way too out of control for me right now.

tara told me i should get off at broadway station on my way home from school at night and take the b-line, should be faster. so i did. on wednesday night...(yes my lonely valentines was spent at school) and i saw the craziest thing. i told tara i didn't like broadway station because there's always crackheads on commercial.

a wheelchair fight. i got to the stop as they were yelling. a quadripeligic vs a parapalegic. he was blowing in his little control tube thing and ramming his wheelchair into the parapalegic's regular wheelchair. he was hitting him with his umbrella, it broke, he drew blood. they were yelling. the quad had a sidekick, a woman, who was in it too, punching in the face, bleeding all over the place. the cops came. the wheelchairs were on the bus, the bus was delayed. it was crazy. i just wanted to get home.

grrr....stuff i need to say but don't want to talk about.

miss you a

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exams are done for now! i had to take the whole week off work, spent every day studying, i had two midterms and two finals.

yesterday was my final crime scene investigation course. we processed a scene for about 6 hours. i'll post some photos when i get them back from the teacher.

somehow i also made it out to drink every night though. i am tired now.
that is all.

by the way

jetsam - pieces of debris floating in the ocean thrown off a ship to lighten the load
flotsam - pieces of debris floating in the ocean after a ship sinks

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is there anyone out there who thinks i'm too personal with my blog?
do i say too much?
do you know too much?
i feel like i'm saying what i want to say, and if you read it...or you don't, i don't really care. it's more for me than it is for you.

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Today is my last CSI class. We've learned how to photograph and document a crime scene, with scale drawings, how to swab and collect DNA blood evidence, photograph and interpret blood spatter, use a 3 light search for trace fibre evidence, collect and store fibre evidence, use an electrostatic footprint lifter and to dust and lift fingerprints. We'll be collecting fingerprint evidence today and the final exam is next week.


My CSI team. We should be wearing gloves.


Approaching the crime scene.


No signs of forced entry.


No forced entry through the window either.


The primary crime scene.


Processing the scene.


A bullet casing.


The murder weapon?


Photographing blood spatter evidence for examination by an expert.


Swabbing DNA blood evidence. (Bovine)
It's been interesting. I'll be glad to get my Saturday days back though. Class has been 8 hours long every Saturday since school started.

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