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You may notice that I haven't written about the election this time round. This is because I already know who I'm voting for and nothing the leaders can do can change anything. As I've mentioned before, I hate all the fingerpointing and posturing that happens around election time, so this time I'm avoiding reading about anything, and will simply show up to the polls on January 23rd.

You can call this the Chicken Little approach if you want.

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I just read that one of the books that I loved last year The Earth, my butt and other big round things by Carolyn Mackler, was banned in some schools in Maryland. After investigation and protest by several students, the book was returned to shelves in high schools . I think it's really cool that some of the students started petitions and collected over 200 signatures.

I must admit that I don't understand the paranoia and fear in the United States. I don't understand the banning of Carolyn Mackler's book. I was reading about Tommy Chong's arrest as research for my article, and it just seems bizarre to me. Same with the Terri Schiavo case. I guess these are examples of the differences between some (not all, gentle readers) ways of American thinking and Canadian thinking.

I'm not ready for my closeup

Tomorrow a photographer from the Vancouver Sun is coming over to take a picture of yours truly. True to form, I have managed to get zit on my forehead. Thank god it's not on my nose or something.

I'm getting my photo taken because I wrote a short column for Saturday's paper. Each week, the paper features a small column by a literary person in Vancouver called "Bedside table". The column is written in first person and it's short of a chatty discussion of what the person's been reading lately.

My roommate was wondering if the photographer would have to take a picture of my actual bedroom. If my bedroom were to appear in the paper in its natural state, my mother would disown me.