On losses big and small.

It has been several weeks since I sat down to Blog. I've had a lot of great ideas for posts in that time. I guess they are gone now. It isn't that maintaining an audience with myself isn't important, I'm always doing things like this. For the 2002 tax year I underpaid about 16 dollars, its now become about 23 and for the 2003 tax year I didn't file at all that mistake cost me about $550. I meant to do the taxes but I put it off. I had all of my t4s and receipts in a nice pile that slowly got buried under piles of paper over the last year.

It is not my fault, truly it is not. I'm allergic to throwing out a piece of paper. I have no idea why I keep them, because I show them no regard while they are in my negligent custody.

Any document, CD, DVD etc. I touch basically becomes abandoned property. After they offend my sight for long enough they are jammed into a drawer somewhere They are swept away with absolutely no regard for their condition or their placement. Somehow I let myself pretend that my sloth is a filing system unto itself.

I thought about this today while I took in the sights and sounds of the new government of Canada building. Its is across the street from the arena that will forever only be an NHL bridesmaid. Hamilton is all about never realized potential. Although I love the romance of what it might have been, I mourn this city- My smelly home.

There was a time when Government buildings looked like they were a part of the empire. Come to think of it they were part of the empire. They had granite staircases with brass rails. Stone, oak, Leather chairs and ashtrays were everywhere. The initials ER and her portrait were placed in places of prominence.

Government buildings looked like government buildings. Now they look dubiously modern, expensive, and shoddy. They look as if the Government took in a lot of money, didn't know what to do with it and threw it around in all the wrong places. I could not help but to laugh at the parallel of my treatment of documents and their treatment of the public purse. Of course I stopped laughing when I paid my back taxes