That picture to the left is of a statue that is on a side road on the way to the airport. It is beside the agriculture testing plant, and it marks the entrance to a junk yard that is littered with boats and motor homes but is always locked. Me, Merlin, Lisa and Ang went there last night and i took that picture it might not come out but it is actually pretty much the creepiest statue ever.

So I am nearing the end of my school days. One week and I will graduate from University with a bachelor of Journalism degree. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't a little afraid because I can no longer piss around and fly by the seat of my pants claiming that it is ok because I am a student. What a glorious excuse for the deliquency of resposibilyt that was; everytime someone would ask what i was doing with my life with the insinuation that i was wasting it i would answer "I am in University" and then they would say "oh good for you" like it was more then an excuse to not work. The only reason i ever went to college in the first place was so i could get away without working. I never ever want to lift anything heavy again fuck you muscles my arms are for art and the spreading of love.

Yay new column

The first time I ever... stood beside the road for 6 hours while I hitch hiked back from warped tour.

This did happen in the summer and I am sorry to talk about old things. It is just that nothing has happened this week, well besides me being sick and I don't think anyone wants to read a "the first time I ever had my face explode with snot" article. My mom says it is rude to talk about mucus and thus I shall not talk about the billowing wet spongy green stuff spilling from my nose as I slept.

So as you might have guessed I went to warped tour this summer and hitchhiked back. The reason why I hitch hiked was because I remembered how gloriously deviant and exciting it had been in my teen-age years, which is a lie, the thing about long periods of standing beside a road with nothing happening is you tend to forget them and only think of the dynamic memories. Like when that middle aged woman picks you up when you are 17 and offers to smoke pot with you at the rest stop and then her 8 year old child freaks you out because he has two ants in bag and he is going to,as he put it, "watch them kill each other andhopefully one will eat the other corpse." This time there was no excitement nothing happened and even danger would have been invited just to alleviate the boredom of the nothingness.

Well at least I was able to work on thatbright red sunburn that only covered the top of my right. Standing beside the road in chilliwack for 4 hours gave me a superfluous amount of time to ponder things. After the initial hatred of every single person that drives a car by them selves and ruins the planet and does not even have the decency to pick me up. (You could drive in the hov lane if you picked me upeveryone wants to drive in the hov lane what ever hovmeans.) I started to wander why they wouldn't stop.

Sure at times I can look pretty badass but I have always prided myself on not looking like a demented heartless killer who is just waiting for someone to pull over to the side of the road and stab them 163 times and steal their car just like that person who you heard about from a friend of a friend who they kind of knew at one time. It seems that everyone has heard of someone who was brutally murdered by a hitch hiker. Then why does itnever turn up in the news? It is either that or someone who was hitch hiking was attacked.

The biggest problem with the fear of hitch hiking is the paradox of reasoning; how can every hitch hiker be a soulless killer and everyone who is hitch hiking be murdered by some psycho who is driving a car? The answer is it isn't possible. For some reason there has just been a disgusting amount of fear propaganda in the form of word of mouth urban legends spread about hitch hiking. Sure it is dangerous and you could quite possibly be abducted by some disgustingly moral abject person who is just looking for early 20's blonde males with bad dye jobs and visible tattoos but how likely is that?

Basically if you are going to look at your risks of being attacked then ou are not safe anywhere. AlthoughI do not remember the exact situation I read that there was an attempted abduction in broad daylight on a busy street right here in kamloops. Yes I am sorry to tell you that not all the psychos live in either the major metropolises or the back country hills some actually live in mid-size cities such as Kamloops and even pretty Kelowna. If I can't even walk the streets in broad daylight then what the hell am I supposed todo.

"I sure would be safe if I locked myself in my ownhome", you could say but then I would have to remindyou about home invasions and easy it is to disconnect those alarms that make you feel safe and then you would no longer feel safe inyour own home. Well I guess you could hole up in you own house with guns and stuff and then when somebody breaks in you could shoot them. But hasn't everyone heard the story about how someone they kinda knew shot their kid/significant other/loved one in a situation like that when they thought they were a burglar.

My point is not to scare the shit out of you, and sorry if I did, instead my point is that if you focus on fear and the possible atrocities that could befall you through your life then you will never stop thinking of new ways that you could come to a disgustingly painful demise at the hands of another human being. I mean how safe are we if something as simple as the flu can threaten the whole stability of society. Yeah aparantly there is a new pandemic due according to Canadian press 1 in four hundred people world wide is going to die.

This is seemingly unrelated to the hitch hiking debacle except for one element. Fear Why does it seem that as my life goes on it is in more jeopardy do things really keep getting less safe. We didn't all die from SARS or the Avian flu but we were supposed to. The only casualty from those two scares was human intelligence due to their fear of their own mortal coil.

All I know is that it sucks to stand beside the highway for hours. And if the only reason that anyone has in their defense of not picking me up is that they thought I would kill them then that is weak. So weak it kinda makes me want to kill them.

So I added some new pictures as you might have guessed i don't know what you think but they kill me with hilarity. And don't freak out too bad i didn't actually die it was just a joke

So if any of you havent bought the Death From Above 1979 - Your a women i'm a machine then you immediately need you flog yourself to a bloody pulp and then while you are nursing yourself back to health you can listen to this amazing cd. How can drums and Bass make such angelic music i will never know but i will enjoy thoroughly and drool and sniffle at black history month cause it is the saddest song i think i have ever heard. Buy the album it is less then 15 bucks. BUY IT>

So someone called me a jerk today and it got my curiosity going. I was wondering if i was a jerk. Not that self loathing wondering where you are gaging your self worth. But more the curiosity of hmm i wonder if people think i am a jerk. so if you come here and read this then just comment with a yes or a no but be anonymous.

Other then that though i went and saw the tea party tonight. I used to like them in grade 10 when beyond the edges of twilight came out but have never really liked anything since then so i havent listened to them in a long time. I forgot how much i loved buddies voice. Seriously if this man could serenade me to sleep every night i think i would be set.

Vehicles are a square traveling sanctuary. You are in control; there is nothing that happens inside the car without your consent. You control the temperature, the tunes and even how far you feeble legs have to reach to settle down on the pedals and thus manipulate your movement.
I borrowed my mother’s car for a couple of days so I could do an English assignment that required me to go for a hike in the bush. After I finished collecting my data I was to drive to Falkland to meet her and then take the bus back.
The thing about my mother’s car is that it is the same one she owned when I was in high school. All the speakers are blown and it smells ever so faintly of bong water that for some divine reason my parents have never noticed. Since there is no stereo due to the blown speakers I usually listen to a walkman. It is either the walkman or I sing terrible show tunes as loud as I can. Isn’t that what everyone does when they are alone in the car?
I am a typical led foot, in that I drive way to fast all of the time. I was joking around with my friend once when I explained my situation perfectly. “Every time I drive my parent’s car I almost die twice.”
Of course I leave for Falkland too-late so I have to speed. I mean come on I am not missing my bus and spending a night in Falkland. So I am chirping along at 160 km/ph listening to some Avenged Seven Fold. The mixture of speed and metal core (that is what the Macintosh defines the genre as and who can really argue with a computer) has me white knuckling the steering wheel screaming at the other drivers who would have to gull to drive at reasonable speeds on my road.
I don’t condone road rage but if you are half joking is it still road rage? If you are in the same situation and you start to loose control just pull over and take a breathe—I might be on the same road and my horrible driving would throw you into a murderous rage and there is nothing funny about jail (except that weasely guy with glasses character who is in every movie ever made about jail.)

I have spent so much time prodding and exploring the world consisting of me that it has almost become a prison.

Why the fuck is everything so hard and confusing? Lately for one reason or another doors that i never realized i had shut are opening. Maybe it is that i am graduating and scared of life. Maybe it is that i let myself feel more then usual lately with little regard for the usual caps that keep a normal person sane.

If i believed in it i would say that right about now my chemicals in my brain are out of balance. I would take a pill to make myself normal if only one fucking person could tell me what that was.

I don't feel sad just a little bit scared, angry, lonely, defiant and what ever else it is that occupies the recesses of the human brain when you don't consciously put a stop to your brain second guessing your subconscious motives.

Maybe i am getting the flu because this feels like a fever dream. My shoulders ache. Does that mean i am sick? My throat feels in between raw and sore. Does that mean i am sick? It just feels like i keep fucking up. Does that mean i am sick?

Maybe it is all because i am getting in touch with my artistic side that i am feeling all these wierd pangs. This could explain why one day i realized i had mostly turned the artist in me off in favor or a muted plainer camoflaged me.

What the fuck is going on? Why do i feel guilty yet vindicated when i offend? Who is at fault me for being crass and ill manered or the other person for being so easily offended and seemingly closed minded?

Is everyone else besides me having a good time? Why do i feel like i have two personalities? Why do i love myself more then anything yet at the same time want to be someone else?

Why are we here?

What does it all mean?

Why do humans think?

What is the meaning of life?

Could i think less and be like the ignorant even if i wanted to?

http://my.horoscope.com
Nothing will be too much trouble for you today. Your generosity will lead to greater friendships, love and romance. Travel should lead to a chance meeting.
(Ok i am going to mexico see you guys later)

http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/Quickie:Courage doesn't come naturally. It takes practice. So take this risk.Overview:Invite someone over tonight whose company you just adore, and let the machine get the phone. You won't want to waste this energy on telemarketers, wrong numbers or long-winded coworkers who feel the need to gossip.
(So this one has positive outlook because i am going to go to the max tonight. Is the sun telling me sex will ensue. Cross your fingers. Guess i am not going to mexico)

http://www.latimes.com
Your charisma and success attract all kinds of people into your life. Most of them are good for you. But there are others who are weak or jealous who will cling to you for dear life. Choose your friends wisely.
(All right all my friends see me i have personally made a cut list of the clingers. J/K i love you all except the clingers why are you weak and jealous of me i don't really have that much going on well except the fact that i am fucking awsome but seriously.)

http://www.astrologyzone.com
As November begins you may make a major decision about career, perhaps due to an opportunity that arrived near the October 27 eclipse. That eclipse fell at the pinnacle of your chart so something special appears to be in the works. Venus rules your career point, and with Jupiter traveling rather close to Venus this news has to be very positive—if not immediately then in time.
(does anyone remember what happened on oct 27 cause i don't)

http://www.astrocenter.comYou may feel the strong urge to put your loved one on a pedestal today, dear Leo. Your tendency is to want to see him or her as the perfect mate for you and you are willing to go to great lengths to bring pleasure to this person. You will find that today you are fashioning the famous rose-colored glasses, so there is apt to be very little to convince you of anything but the fact that everything you see is perfect and beautiful.
(too bad i am single dumbtrucks. Unless i find a partner in the next 9 hours this is bunk [it is 2:57pm])

Thursday, November 11, 2004
Daily Astrological Forecasts by Pt Kewal Anand JoshiAnger and frustration marks the day for you. The troubles of the past few days will catch up with you. Stress will have your mind and body in knots. Health will need special care. Your beloved will be a pillar of strength.Tip of the day: Make cooperation and charm your frontline weapons to achieve success. You need to control your speech now and you need to avoid things from getting worse.
(soo my health problems eh who told about my herpes but it is a good thing my beloved will be there for me. Oh wait i am still single dumbtrucks)

http://www.nypost.com
Let a friend or a family member who is feeling a bit down at the moment know that you care and that you will always be there for him. Your sympathy could be all it takes to get him out of his current bad mood and have him smiling again. One small word of kindness can have a knock-out effect that might one day change the world.
(Ooooooooo i could change the world. And if you are the male who is feeling down i am here for you. You are a good person now smile mother fucker)

http://www.detnews.com
Leo: Continue to move forward on whatever has been recently started, but be circumspect and considerate. Hold off putting any additional irons in the fire at this time. New ties and connections are still glowing with helpful enthusiasm.
-- November 10, 2004
(ahhhhh sure i will be sure to not put anymore irons on the fire. ps what the fuck does that mean)

"how the hell am i mature enough to be graduating college" Dale right after he wrote the two posts below

wanda- Dale how do you feel about people touching you in your sleep?

dale- I have never really come accross anything like that why?

wanda- I don't know. I was just wondering. Like what would happen if i say sat on someones face in the middle of the night.

Dale- Well if someone did that to me and i didn't smother to death i guess it would be kinda hot.

So I went on a hike to find a creek from my child hood. I borrowed my parents care and drove out to Margaret falls. I hiked up beside the falls (had to jump a fence with a big sign on it that said not to hike there) It was killer hard and I almost died but not really.

I fell and bruised my leg and hurt my finger. I was freezing cold and disappointed in how steep the hill I had to climb was. Basically hiking sucks and I don’t care who knows it if you find pleasure out of climbing a mountain you’re fucked. Ok finding pleasure in the beauty of nature at the top of a mountain fine but I am talking about the process of climbing. Some people like that and they are screwed

I came home with the picture I took and here are four of my favourites or as I so jovial call them "the panty removers".

I figure that if I can take pictures this good then doesn't that mean I should be having sex constantly. But I guess that is just me being arrogant and narcissistic—but come on they are fucking good. If shitty Nickleback can have sex for shitty Nickleback shitty shitty songs then why can’t I gloriously have glorious sex for my glorious glorious pictures.

I don’t want anyone to feel awkward though so if you do see these pictures and you find your self drawn to me with uncompromising force then we can talk about it. I know how much it must hurt but we can get through this. Lets talk about our feelings that is fun.

Ps. If you like nickleback then you are worse then hikers. Fuck you. Your liking of such a shitty band has made my life hell. Sure they can play instruments good but so can kids in grade 9 that doesn’t mean I have to like fucking shitty shitty chad motherfucking greasy haired monkey Krueger just cause he can sing in the same mono tone voice and be an ugly fucker. Fuck you nickleback. Stop making shitty music. But most importantly stop thinking you are a good person for making shitty shitty music beside it can never compare to my photography.

Pps. Yes this is a little bitter but come on have you heard the music

dale- holy man i am totally putting that on my blog

The Doctor Is In- says:
whats that

dale- that whole conversation
The Doctor Is In. says:
nice

The Doctor Is In. says:
just dont let anybody know it was me

The Doctor Is In. says:
dont need everybody know i am a porn starved freak

Dale- ok i'll be sure not to tell everyone it was you

this conversation is in reference to the one below my article

here is my latest article in raw form

The last time I wore Nail polish was when I was 18 and still in highschool. You can just imagine the kind of response I recieved back then. I used to be a goth but decided that I was just sick of people looking at me and I decided that three years of constant abuse was enough and I sold out and dropped the image.
I don’t want to say that it is ok to give up on your personal belief but when all the men muscular males that surround you tell you that they would take any chance they could to kick your ass it is a pretty strong argument. Now I never really took these guys serioulsy and I never did get my ass kicked, although there were a few incidences that I am surpirsed I didn’t. I just decided why should I make life hard, I don’t have to do this so i moved on.
Now it is seven years later andI am 25, it seems time for another go. I have noticed that more and more men are wearing black nailpolish. Some of them even doing this in their places of work.
I kind of dismissed this at first. As times go on peopl become more accepting --well of fashion at least. I found my self more and more fond of the old days when I would wear nailpolish and makeup and decided that I would try it out by doing somethingIi was always afraid of. I would test it out on the only real authority figure we have in our life after our parents. I would try wearing nail polish at work.
I psyched myslef up for a barrage of questioning on my motives for wearing the black paint on my body. To my amazment nothing happened.
Don’t get me wrong it is fucking cool that we can wear what we want and not be accosted but I can’t help wonder if it was like this in highschool would I be the same person I am now? I can’t answer that for you.
The thing that always got me about human beigns and adornment is that we are backwards. All the animals are the oposite. In the animal kingdom the males are the flamboyent ones that try and attract the females. The lions have thier manes and the peacock has it’s majestic tail. Each one a symbol of beauty to aid in breeding.
The exception is the Hiena. The males and females are so similar that the only way to tell them apart is when they are actually having sex (the male is on top). You can’t even look at the tackle because even their genitles look the same: the females organ swells to the same size as the males. Sure it’s gross but it was on discovery channel so that makes it alright. You have to like what I just wrote because it is educational.
Make up was invented for males. Blue eyeshadow was first worn by the kings in egypt. Jewelry that was all for the men too. (On a side note pirates wore gold hoop earings so that they could pay for their funeral in the chance of an untimely death.) So why today have we gone backwards and limited the use of such beauty materials. This is another answer that i once again have to admit that I cannot answer.
Maybe we have learned our folly. Maybe that is why we are accepting men wearing nailpolish. I was just wondering if this also means that it is ok to wear makeup and skirts. We will only have to wait and see.
If men aren’t supposed to wear skirts then why do summer breezes feel so goddman good.

neal- i love it when girls with accents talk dirty

dale- yeah. when they are all like i love little boys

dale- and then your like i can be a little boy

dale- i shaved so it looks like i am young

neal- and your hung like a mouse so that helps

dale- yeah my teeny cock sure ain't getting me any friends

neal- don't worry a big one doesn't keep em around either

dale- thanks for the tip fucker


Me and my brother talking about foreign chicks and dating.

ps. it is unconfirmed if he actually has a big dink because he is my brother and there is no way i would look at his package.

I love pop culture.
How can anyone justifiably hate something so fun and plastic and fake. You just have to take it with a grain of salt. I mean we all admit that we love Deco design or we love Warhol but everyone pretends they hate pop culture.

The first thing everyone needs to define for themselves is just exactly what they believe pop culture to be in the first place. Pop culture is not limited to what ever under-legal female singer is making the pants tight of pedophiles everywhere. By definition pop culture is just the culture that is popular.

If we all hate it so much how is it popular. Did we all hate the celtic trend? Do we hate this eclectic slash hippy scene in kamloops. Obviously not because we have dedicated a whole study to it. The small cities project is in turn looking into pop culture. Sure it isn’t looking into US of A record label market push culture but that isn’t all there is to popular culture.

When is something popular. Is it just when a majority likes something or is it when a vast majority likes things. Will we ever be able to answer this or do we just simply arbitrarily throw this label on all the things that no-one likes but still sell a lot of material to apparently no-one.

To be perfectly honest there is some pop culture I hate. It is the crappy pop culture the shitty art the bad singers the boring tv, but when you look at things on a whole these things are in the minority. Sure Britney sells an assload of albums but it is not more then the unpopular bands combined. Most likely not.

People will always eat fast food and people will always like bad art.

Happiness.
I love music. it is safe to say that I view music as a necessity. After I hear a good song it is akin to a good meal it makes me happy.
Many people would argue that this is a want and not a need. I understand their meaning and why they would say this. In today’s lifestyle all our needs are met quite easily. With this happening more and more our wants are becoming needs. Happiness is the one true example of this.
In past times living was so hard to do that it became people’s sole purpose. With technology we developed systems that would take the work load off of us and free up time. People then came to start expressing themselves through art and music.
Today it is so far down this slippery slope that happiness has become a need. If it isn’t so why there are pills to manipulate the chemical functions of the brain to make it release more “happy” chemicals so that we can live in a state of perpetual bliss. Instead of trying to understand ourselves and maybe seek the causes of our unhappiness we are in fact just treating the symptoms and not the disease. “Why am I so unhappy” in essence turns into “what pills will make me happy”.
Art is the expression of our emotions. Art is communication. Art is how we deal with feelings we don’t understand. It is true that a lot of true artists are depressed. Van Gogh, Poe, Curt Cobain were all depressed or they did their most prolific work when they were depressed. Maybe this could be seen as a form of medication. If this is not some form of either subconscious or conscious therapy for depression then why do so many depressed people turn to art? I along with other artists I will admit that I have a higher artistic output when I am un-settled emotionally. Poetry, drawing and photography are all undertaken more readily by me.
If art is ok then is medication via pills also ok? If not where is the line? Are natural cures ok?
In my opinion since the problem is emotional then so should the cure be. My thinly barely related example is smoking. I tried medication, it did not work. The only way that I finally was able to defeat the addiction was to de-brainwash myself and rid myself of the mentality of the addiction. Which is stronger then the physical addiction.

So the scramble picture was entirely drawn in MS paint. Well except the word scramble was a combination of quark and photoshop.

so the picture on the left is a tantamount argument that i like doing minimalistic art in msn paint and there will be more to come.

So you just have to wait

Movie awards (yeah it has been a long time)
Best men dressed in fur suits pretending to be some race between human and ape
1. 2001 a space oddysey. there is something about that hari dude beating the shit out of everything with a bone.
2. Planet of the apes (the new one). First of all the new movie was better then the old one. Fuck you heston and fuck your shitty effects too. Tim roth as the lead monkey dude was seriously freaky. But then again tim roth has always been a little freaky.

one based in the past one in the future were destined to be monkeys. So stop yelling at me when i fling my poo

Serves me right for talking about feelings. After i finally come out with it and tell everyone about this girl i like she tells me that she doesn't feel she can have a realtionship with me. Yes it did hurt and i am sorry it did not work out but i am glad that there is some level of settlement to the whole thing. It just sucks that i will once again be alone. Maybe i am supposed to be alone because i put to much faith in women and think that they can some how aid in my happiness.

I am telling you this so that you all don't think i am bitchy or anything when you see me. I am sure i will be back to the annoying outspoken dale that you have all grown to love, well at least tolerate.