Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I have three words for you. The. Amazing. Race.

I have three words for you. The. Amazing. Race.
From here on out, for the next 11? 13? weeks, I have one piece of advice for you. Do. Not. Call. Me. During. The. Amazing. Race. Seriously.

Tonight is the first night of this season's AR. Just so you know, from now on I will obsess, cry, gloat, rant, exalt, rage, mock, shriek advice, and other spontaneous and loud outbursts of emotion. I love the Amazing Race. If I can't travel myself, I like to watch others travel. Sad, I know. You will have to bear it until the end of the season. The other member of my household has had to stop watching with me, as he finds the rollercoaster of hysteria far, far too stressful. I understand if you, too, coldly abandon me this way.

Things to watch for: - the size of the packs now, vs. later (hint - they are hee-yuge right now! Tee hee)
- the first team to say something racist about the inhabitants of the country they are in. Usually doesn't take long. Grrrrr.....
- the first team to not follow the instructions. Didn't your grade two teacher give you those quizes? You know, draw a green circle. Put a red X through the square...

Who's my favorites? The hippies. Why? Need you really ask? (1) Orange Pants. Need I say more? (2) They were the only ones who thanked people in Portuguese (obrigado) instead of Spanish (gracias). Therefore, because I like them, there is an extremely likely chance that they will be the first team to get the boot. Mark my words.

(Correction - the mom and daughter also said thank you in Portuguese. So I like them. BUT - no orange pants. Not my fault...)

Whoa... don't know who the grumposuarus is that wrote that entry below, but she's pretty grumpy! Glad I don't have to live with her...

Just got back from Spanish. I am still dumb, but I remembered that I love Spanish. I just can't get over the difference - going from being immersed, where your ears know how to listen, and I could at least distinguish the words - even if I didn't know what it meant, I could distinguish between words and I knew what word they were saying, and I could understand based on context. I truly felt like I spoke Spanish. Now, doing only 2 out of 168 hours per week, that is just not happening AT ALL (ask my lovely friend Karen - she tested me, and was totally thinking "wha? have you taken a spanish class in your life????") and I was finding it incredibly frustrating, wondering what the shmism happened to my spanish! I thought I must have been captured by aliens and that part of my brain erased. All that Peru money gone - unilingual for the rest of my sad life.

Now I realize what is happening, and while it's still incredibly frustrating that the change it could be so severe and so quick, at least I know. So, I'm going to try to listen to 15 min per day on the net of Spanish news (pro'ly BBC - anyone know any other good ones?) plus not do my homework prior to 15 minutes before class (rebelling, remember?), and study 1 night a week. So: plan: listen 15 min/day. Do homework on Wednesdays while fresh, to reinforce. Study on Mondays to get brain working so that I absorb stuff on Tuesday classes rather than sitting there wondering why the pigock I can't understand what in tadmation she is saying. So, internet, I bid you to keep me honest and check up on me and my brilliant plan of ackshun.

I am dmb.

I have Spanish tonight. My Spanish class makes me feel dumb. And it's full of people who are 117 years old. My teacher is Columbian. She is beautiful. She talks really fast with a tough accent so I am dumb. I don't wanna go. On Gray's Anatomy last week Meridith said, "Once we are grown up and don't have our parents to rebel against, we rebel against ourselves." I totally do this by signing up for courses myself, paying for them myself, and then skipping class. It's extremely satisfying. How pathalogical is that. I guess I didn't rebel enough (at all) against my parents. Bah.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Next week!



March 10 - 19, 2006

Here is the site for Canada's Paralympic Team 2006.

RANT: The State of the Arts in Ottawa

I find theatre and dance in Ottawa so expensive. I suspect it may be because the key demographic of mainstream arts consumers is older civil servants with secure salaries. In Calgary, although rich with oil execs and bankers, the arts seem far more accessable due to things like pay-what-you-can preview nights, or low cost rush tickets at big shows at the Jubilee. I have found these things to be few and far between in Ottawa. I have volunteered at Great Canadian Theatre Company for the past 2 or 3 years so that I can see shows for free. Because of the high prices however, I have seen little else in the way of dance and theatre here in Ottawa.

It is unfortunate, because with a key demo of theatre-goers (I've seen the studies) being older, wealthier, white folks - it tends (especially in Ottawa) to lead to unfortunate productions of tired things like Agatha Christie's Mousetrap being the order of the day. I find little challenging material here. Where are the small companies doing controversial and challenging works? Recent works in Ottawa have included things like Dangerous Liaisons. Not exactly cutting edge or fresh. Blah.

It must be a combination of the key demographic plus the drain of Montreal and Toronto so close by, but it makes me sad. Ottawa is such a diverse city, but it's not reflected in theatre and dance. The theatre plays it safe, and leaves me unchallenged and uninspired. There may be slightly more challenging stuff happening at the NAC, but I can't afford to see anything there.

I am going to make it a priority to try to check out some of the Sanctuary Series dance shows and La Groupe Dance Lab shows - again, expensive, but I should at least see some more stuff before being all grumpy about it.

BOOKS: Freedom to Read Week







This week, Feb. 26th to March 4th is Freedom to Read Week. Here's a quote from the web site:

"Freedom to read can never be taken for granted. Even in Canada, a free country by world standards, books and magazines are banned at the border. Books are removed from the shelves in Canadian libraries, schools and bookstores every day. Free speech on the Internet is under attack. Few of these stories make headlines, but they affect the right of Canadians to decide for themselves what they choose to read."

I can't find a single event in Ottawa to celebrate this week, which I think is extremely unfortunate. (If anyone knows of any, please let me know.) Even the public library, which has a link to the FtR site on its website hasn't planned any events. I am truly surprised - and dismayed.

Anyways, happy Freedom to Read Week.

Check out the link below for events in your area.
http://www.freedomtoread.ca/

[Edit: I emailed Lisa from Octopus Books, a great activist book store here in Ottawa, and she said that this type of event is not well-attended and so they decided not to run an event this year. They do however have all kinds of Freedom to Read stuff in their store this month, including a list of banned books, a sample of "read banned books" bumper stickers and buttons, and a selection of books that "we think are important and would have been challenged for similar content as other books on the banned book list", so head to Octopus if you need your fix! In the meantime, check out their indy news feed here and their event listings here for good stuff if you're interested. Too bad Ottawans don't support stuff like this. It's a shame. NB - I also called and emailed the library but haven't heard from them.]

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Soul Food: Merce Cunningham Dance Company

Cash has been tight due to my slothly state of being, but Saturday night I gave myself a big treat and went to see the Merce Cunningham Dance Company show at the NAC. It was excellent. I completely enjoyed it and it took me back strongly to the past phase of my life when it revolved around dance. I'll write about that later.

The show was really great. Merce Cunningham is one of the godfathers of modern dance in the 20th century. He was a staple in our dance history classes in uni. He danced in Martha Graham's legendary company from 1937 to 1945. He left her and in 1953 started his own company. He must be at least 86 years old, and he's still choreographing (this entire show), though his health wasn't good enough to travel to Ottawa for this show. The company hasn't been here for over 20 years, so I felt really lucky to catch this show.

I thoroughly enjoyed it, and was riveted the entire time. I don't know if it was my fresh eyes (haven't seen a dance show for so long) or if he is truly genious, but I was blown away by the show. (I think it was definitely a combination of both). He directed bodies into shapes and patterns that made me gasp out loud - shapes that echoed each other, but were inside-out versions of each other - so simple, but a feast for my eyes (to be cliche about it).

Check out this article about the show.

I have neglected this area of my life for the past five years, (five! my goodness.) with travelling, living in Nfld (broke), and then living here in Ottawa (see other post). It is a mistake I will try not to make again. I do need it, for my soul. There is nothing like the moment when the lights go down, the red curtain is lit, there is a hush, and then the curtain raises and there is a whole new world in front of you - filled with expectation and energy, waiting for you to jump into it - and then the first note of music sounds. I love that holding-your-breath moment.

I felt this show in my cells. I could feel the movements of the dancers in my body - the stretch and linger of an extension, the release of breath in a contraction. I could feel bodies expanding into space away from their own centre, the suspension of an arc, the bones of the metatarsal moving individually into a pointed foot, the collapse into gravity. They caught my breath. My eyes were drinking shapes and eating patterns, I gasped when they surprised me with randomness.

Mr. Cunningham has a fondness for unitards, which is kind of old-school, and I'm not usually a fan. But in this case they were effective. The costumes didn't distract from his genious composition, and turned each individual dancer into simply a body on which he (and they) could create shapes and movement. It was very pure, and I liked it very much.

For the third piece of the evening Mr. Cunningham asked Radiohead and Sigur Ros to compose pieces of music for the dance, without having seen the movement. On stage, dice are rolled five times to determine which piece will be danced to which music, which background, which lighting plot, and which costumes. This means that the dance will be a completely different aesthetic experience every night. Very interesting.

Anyways, I'm tired of writing. It was awesome.

More Soul Food: Kalmunity

Saw this show Sunday night - so good. Completely and totally enjoyed this.

"Sankofa: Rhythms, Rhymes, and Reconnection featuring the live reggae/jazz/funk of Montreal band Kalmunity. Plus spoken word artists Nth Degree etc."

The cool thing is that their music is improv reggae, jazz, funk, with spoken word mixed in. It was amazing. The spoken word was inspired - it was a black history month event, and therefore much of the theme of the spoken word revolved around this. More white people need to see stuff like this - the honest and heart-wrenching poetry was utterly beautiful, some of it giving brilliant insight into compelling race issues. The music was so good - the pieces were a fusion of reggae and jazz, or reggae and funk, or all three... so interesting, so unique, and super catchy - you couldn't help but move. I could feel it in my stomach and my chest - my whole body in fact. The sign of good music...

(and because of my un-shy friend Winston, I even got to shake the hand of the percussionist who I am now planning to marry.)

Saturday, February 25, 2006

This may or may not have been overheard in my house.

KM: I need to increase my net worth.

KD: You have a net worth?

KM: .*Indignant* Yes!

KD: Do you have assets? Do you own anything worthy of selling?

KM: ... Um. My stereo!

KD: It's broken.

KM: Oh. Right. Um.

KD: *shocked* You don't own anything!

KM: My Sex in the City DVDs!!

KD: You're missing the first season.

KM: Oh. Right.

KD: ...

KM: ...

KM: I like to live simply.

KD: You are a pauper.

These have revolutionized my life.


Book Darts


Book Darts - Gardening

Book Darts - Gardening


These paper-thin, 1" long bronze markers slide onto the page and securely stay in place.

They are perfect for use as non-slipping bookmarks that can even be positioned to point to a specific line. Unobtrusive and indefinitely reusable, they eliminate the need for bent corners, paper clips, underlining, highlighting, sticky papers, etc.

A good-quality item that is ideal for anyone doing research, they are popular with students, lawyers, executives, research assistants, voracious readers, etc. Tin of 50 markers.

Link...

Until I RAN OUT, that is. Bah.

And I MISSED it. UGH.

Earthquake in Ottawa

Everyone I know felt it. It was 4.5. But I was driving and didn't feel it. I'm so choked.

Interesting Quote

From the book, Uprooting Racism: How White People Can Work for Social Justice, talking about cultural domination. I would argue that this also applies to our curriculum.

What are white people trying to maintain, and what do we fear, when we attack a vital, international culture of which we are ignorant? We are saying that English is the language of culture and acheivement, and European-based civilization is the source of all beneficial contributions to the world. We are also saying that the lives, thoughts, feelings, and cultures of [cultures'] people are insignificant and do not count. We are, in addition, demonstrating that white racism is not only about economic and political domination, but is also about cultural hegemony. It is about white people and white institutions being able to define what culture is, who gets to participate in it, and what language, literature, art, and music are included in it. White racism is about control of the cultural content of people's lives.

I'm jealous.

Blizzard shuts down St. John's

St. John's is struggling under 48 centimetres of snow and there was no letup in sight mid-Saturday afternoon, said Nick Czernkovich, a meteorologist with the CBC News Weather Centre.

Businesses have closed, drifts are blocking roads and flights in and out of the airport were cancelled.

"They've had a good 10 hours of heavy snow," including 15 centimetres in one hour early Saturday morning, Czernkovich said.

The city has closed down and snow-removal teams are having trouble keeping up with the deluge.

Winds gusting to 130km/h have led to blizzard alerts in the city and surrounding areas and the Northern Peninsula. A sustained wind of 120 km/h is hurricane force, Czernkovich said.

The snow started lightly at midnight local time, and "it's just been downhill from there," he said.

The forecast calls for up to 60 centimetres.

The storm is expected to let up Saturday night, and move west bringing snow to Labrador and Iqaluit overnight and Sunday.

Link CBC.ca

Fascinating Article on Journalism

Go here...
and scroll down.

February 23, 2006
Superficial Abstractions
The Unreal Death of Journalism

By NORMAN SOLOMON

Death is always in the news. From local car crashes to catastrophes in faraway places, deadly events are grist for the media mill. The coverage is ongoing -- and almost always superficial.

It may be unfair to blame journalists for failing to meet standards that commonly elude artists. For centuries, on the subject of death, countless poets have strived to put the ineffable into words. It's only easy when done badly.

Yet it's hard to think of any other topic that is covered so frequently and abysmally in news outlets. The reporting on death is apt to be so flat that it might be mistaken for ball scores or a weather report.

The rest is far more interesting...(here)...

Friday, February 24, 2006

Kids Know Best

The "good news" stories don't get published enough. Here's one.
http://caircan.ca/mw_more.php?id=2337_0_7_0_M

MUSLIM STUDENTS ALLEVIATE ANGER WITH TALK

Wednesday, February 22, 2006 12:00 am

Toronto Star, 02/22/06
By Nicholas Keung

Click here for more information.

Zeeshan Nizami was infuriated when he first heard of the controversial Danish cartoon depicting the Prophet Muhammad in a turban shaped like a bomb.

Yesterday, the 16-year-old was all smiles because, he said, he and his Canadian peers didn't fall into the trap of their foes by resorting to violence to vent their anger.

Instead, the Grade 11 student at Scarborough's Madinatul-Uloom Academy and others at the Islamic school held an interfaith forum, with the help of the Canadian Council of Christians and Jews, seeking guidance and solace from other religious leaders.

"Our protest was silent and we didn't go out launching any violent protest," Nizami said. "I'm very proud of the way we protested. It's a Canadian way. It's a peaceful and neutral way. And it's much better than the violent way."...

More here...

Impressive North American Response

Islamic education campaign demystifies faith

Updated Tue. Feb. 14 2006 2:40 PM ET

CTV.ca News Staff

An influential Muslim group has launched a North America-wide campaign to educate people about their faith, as a means to address the violence and anger that has erupted over the publication of caricatures of the Prophet Muhammad.

"This campaign is to encourage better understanding of Islam and the Muslim people," said Sarah Elgazzar, a spokesperson for the Canadian Council on American-Islamic Relations, at a news conference in Ottawa.

She made the announcement with Riad Saloojee, executive director of the organization.

The campaign will be a joint effort with the U.S. Council on American-Islamic Relations.

It will be a two-pronged approach. The group will provide a DVD or book that explores the life of the Prophet Muhammed and the Muslim faith, to those who wish to have it.

The second part of the campaign will include public screenings of the film as well as open houses at mosques.

"We're looking to increase knowledge of Islam and of Muslims in general, and that includes the Prophet Muhammad, a very central figure in Islamic creed. So what we're looking to do is stimulate some positive dialogue about this because I think it's been centered quite negatively on some of the violent images we've seen," Elgazzar said.

She described the campaign as one of the "biggest learning initiatives in the world."

For more...
or here...

Murderball


I was listening to the radio this morning about the documentary "Murderball". Apparently, in spite of great critical reviews, it did only "acceptably" at the box office. If you haven't seen this film yet, I highly reccommend it. It is really, really good. Check it out.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

I try...

I try to be a good cat-mom, I really do. It would seem by the howling of my thouroughly p***ed off cat that I am failing miserably. Yesterday, we ran out of food. Us, being a car-free household, and bags of cat food and litter being heavy, you plan ahead a bit when said items are required. So this morning, I booked a car a) to take Sierra back to the shelter (sad) and b) to pick up heavy items for my pampered cat like a good cat-mom (nice).

After a bit of waiting with the shaking little Sierra at the shelter to calm her and fill out the info form to give her new family info about her, I was running a bit short on time. I stop at Loeb to get Coal's stuff. (He has been howling all day because the spoonful of soft food that was all that was left this morning wasn't exactly sufficient for his "healthy" frame.) At Loeb they don't have his usual brand (Iams). So me, being short on time and thinking I'd get him a treat, pick out the yummiest looking "Whiskas Meaty Selections." The picture on the front is positively mouth watering, and boasts "with crunchy meaty pockets" chicken and turkey - how good does that sound!?! The kitty on the front looks rather satiated and quite appreciative, I must say. Each piece is a different little color, presumably representing the melody of yummy flavours waiting within.

So I get home and open the bag to feed the animal, and the aroma that wafts out is slightly less naueating than your usual catfood smell. I am feeling well pleased with myself, and looking forward to the moment when he comes dancing into the kitchen like the grateful kitty in the comercial, singing some sort of sweet little kitty ditty in gratitude. Well, not so with my wretched little beast. He proceeds to sniff the bowl, and then follow me around the house howling in protest that I have not filled it with his filthy mundane usual fare, with its small uniform brown pellets and same-same clatter as he disdainfully pushes it out of the dish onto the floor.

Ya. I know. The nerve.

Edit: Eventually after making sure that I knew this wasn't his usual fare, he ate the Whiskas heartily. Thankfully he is not a picky cat, due to many late night convenience store runs by cat-mom and cat-dad and being forced to eat whatever they forage. So I forgive him. He's just so darn sweet... nuzzle nuzzle...

Edit: The howling has recommenced, the bowl is half empty at supper time. Hm.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Whoohoo Windsor!

The city of Windsor passed a cosmetic pesticide ban last night. Partial for 3 years, and complete ban in 2009. Yay! Ottawa was this >> << close to passing one this year, but it fell apart. Here's hoping for '06.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Gold Follows Me


At this juncture I'm quite sure that it would be appropriate to point out that I was on University of Calgary Dinos staff with both Haley Wickenheiser and Catriona Lemay Doan's husband Bart.

Coincidence??

I think not.




;-) Tee hee...

Sierra

This is our current foster kitty, Sierra. She is ten months old and has been with us since the beginning of February. Apparently she drank from a bucket filled with cleaning fluid, and her owners couldn't afford to have her treated at the vet, so they were forced to surrender her to ensure that she got good vet care. How sad is that!

Anyways, she is very sweet and can even hold her own against Coal's bullying ("These are MY humans! This is MY chair! This is MY living room! That is MY basket that I hate and have never once sat in in my life, and when Kim, who sewed it with her own two hands just for me, tries to put me in it I spread my claws and splay all four legs against the edges and shriek like a bloody banshee, and YOU can't sit in it or I will jump on you with my voluptuous fifteen pound self, and your little five pound self will be squashed like a chocolate wagon wheel in a first grader's lunchbox!" He's such a charmer.)

Sierra has finished her run of meds and is fully healthy, so she will go back to the shelter (Ottawa Humane Society) to be adopted to a new family tomorrow. We will miss her! (and so will Coal - he always misses them when they're gone...)

Pics of some of our other foster cats here.


Green Traction: Alternative to Salt

This looks interesting! It's a local company.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Ho Chi Minh Laugh

As my gift to you today, I would like to point you in the direction of this Ho-Chi-Minh Funny** post over at Mike Bevel, British Adventuress. Go read it first, and then come back here and finish reading my post. No really. Why are you still here? Go!!! (ps. It's rated PG).


Hm hm hm… waiting waiting…. Dum de dum de dum…



Okay. You had to read the post first so that I wouldn’t ruin it for you by telling you how hysterically funny I found it, and making your expectations shoot through the blogosphere (cuz that's big) and then you read it and get all disappointed – not that you would, cuz it’s so damn funny, but you know how that whole “this movie is the most stupenderiffic movie ever made” thing is when you actually go see the movie and then give it a giant “meh…”.

So anyways, maybe it’s lack of sugar (or surplus of), overactive brain chemicals, or exhaustion brought on by a busy weekend, but my guard was down and I laughed so hard that I was gasping for air and my stomach is still spasming seven minutes later. You know the expression ROTFL (rolling on the floor laughing), well I was literally RITCL (in the chair). I laughed so hard and long that both cats curiously made their way to the doorway, stopped, and there they sat side by side, quietly staring at me in concern. By the time I got to the postscript, the little one was so worried about me that she jumped up on my lap and started licking my chin. I think she noticed the dangerous plummeting of my oxygen levels.

The thing is, who doesn’t have one of these beauties to share?! Sadly, not all of us can tell it quite like the British Adventuress can, or the world would be a better place. Soooo, my fine cyberfriends, click on the comment link below (otherwise known as
# PEOPLE CARE
, and tell me your story… Come on, I’m begging you. Don’t be shy…

**Ho Chi Minh Laugh is a term coined by K & K due to two unfortunate incidents in Viet Nam, to describe the following phenomenon, or something that just wierdly, and unexpectedly, strikes you as THAT funny. Seriously, don’t judge me. You, too, have laughed at completely inappropriate times !!!!!

First incident: K & K are sitting in a darkened theatre at the interpretive center for the Cu Chi Tunnels (the tunnels that the Viet Cong used during the war). We are listening to the clear, sweet, high-pitched voice of a tiny Vietnamese lady narrate a video about said tunnels and the war for which they were built. The room is full of foreign and Vietnamese tourists listening earnestly to her commentary. As she narrates the video in her sweet little sing-song voice, she speaks the following line: “And the Americans came, running through ditches, shooting chickens, and children, and …” I have no idea what she said after that, because I was trying to stifle the fits of laughter that were exploding through me at that point without spitting anything through my nose or offending the nice tourists who were listening intently to the sweet little lady calmly recite atrocities in her tiny sing-song voice and putting the children right next to the chickens…

Incident Number Two: K & K visit the mausoleum of Ho Chi Minh in Hanoi. We line up for hours with thousands of Vietnamese people dressed in their finest clothing, in a line that stretches (every day) for many blocks around the huge monument housing HCM. Finally we are admitted to the mausoleum and amidst serious looking guards with machine guns, we respectfully and somberly shuffle past Uncle Ho (as he is affectionately known in VN) who is lying very seriously, preserved forever in a glass box. It is quite an interesting experience, and moving to see the emotions of many of those who have come to pay their respects.

A few days later, nerves and stamina worn down by a few eternal bus rides and the rigour of life as a traveler in VN, I am sitting on an old beat up school bus crammed in next to a women with chickens wriggling in a burlap sack underneath our feet and two babies on our laps as we tear around the sharp curves on the edge of the seven million foot cliff, cheating death at every turn, pondering the HCM experience. I think about the fact that he has been dead for something like forty years by now, I wonder how exactly they preserve a human being, and I consider the fact that once per year Uncle Ho makes a journey to Russia where they do maintenance on him. Apparently the Russians are experts, as they have preserved Lenin and Stalin. Mao Tse Tung is also preserved this way.

Anyway, (do not judge me, like I said, I was worn down and my nerves may have been a titch frayed…)… it suddenly struck me that Ho Chi Minh - - is stuffed. Stuffed. Stuffed. Strangely, this fact had not occurred to me before. The absurdity of life and humans and stuffing and everything else just washed over me and I started to giggle. The giggling turned into snorting, the snorting to full-on belly laugh, the belly laugh to hysterical laughter, and I laughed to that point where you lose all muscle control of your face and you know you look like a troll and you start to cry with laughing and you can’t breathe but you can’t stop but you can’t even remember why you are laughing but something is just so unbearably funny and now the fact that you are losing your mind is making you laugh even harder and if someone asks you what is funny you gasp and hack out some unintelligible syllables which makes you laugh harder and laugh harder and …

Anyways, you get the idea. For years after, all that had to be said to me was the words “Ho Chi Minh” or “stuffed” or “chickens and children” and I would be returned to a helpless pile of quivering hysteria, spewing tears and troll faces and hacks and gasps of laughter. That, my friends, is a Ho Chi Minh Laugh.

So my point is, everyone needs a Ho Chi Minh laugh now and then and if this post didn’t do it for you (it did for me) I hope you find your own today.

xoxo

Enlightening

Not that I didn't know this already, but it's still cool to see. This is a credit card calculator that shows how long it will take you to pay your debt and how much you'll actually be paying in the end, based on your monthly payments. Always a goooood reminder.

(or too little, too late!!) :-) :-)

(Just kidding - whenever I do joking posts about how badly we eat, how messy our house is, or how utterly broke we are, I worry that I'm giving our poor families a heart attack.... Breathe moms! )

But actually, we do eat like crap, are living in squalour, and need to sell our bodies for rent... Tee hee!!!

(thanks to Boston Gal's Open Wallet for the link)

Duh!

Check out this post, which links to the articles and the emails. It's about the power and danger of email...

While I would obviously never even think of speaking to a prospective employer or anyone "important" that way, it definitely makes me think about the snippy little venting emails I have sent to AA and KM over my lifetime! Guess I should really be more careful - but it's just so damn tempting and satisfying! (A and K, you deleted all those, right???)
;-)

Naked on Hiatus for this



I started reading this again after having put it down before my trip. I have put Naked on hiatus until I finish this:

Uprooting Racism: How White People Can Work for Social Justice

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Reading This Now - SO funny


Naked

There are no naked people in this book.

I am testing hidden messages in this post.... :-) and you found it...

Recommended by Mike Bevel, British Adventuress.

I'll talk about it later...

Sunday, February 12, 2006

NOW I'm reading this...

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Plan List

(because wishes are cop-outs)

I was just reading the travel blog of a friend and feeling itchy feet, so, what does Kim do when happy, sad, anxious, excited, bored, or pretty much any reason at all? She makes lists. What else? So here's today's list:

Next South American Trip:
Bolivia and Ecuador (or Bolivia if I can only pick one). I wanna try to go once per year to keep up my Spanish.

Next Short-ish Trip:
Cuba for the Havana Jazz Festival (hellooo!!!)

Next Canadian Trip:
Nunavut. I will dogsled this year if it kills me.

Next Enormous Trip:
Africa (don't know where yet - any suggestions?)


Hm. That didn't really help.






It must be cold out and I must be broke. That's usually when I feel like springing myself out of the clink and selling my soul for a plane ticket. That, or a post-sugar-rush crash. I will go do laundry. Laundry... Cuba... It's all the same, right? Meh.
Dear Mr. Landlord;

Having lived here for 3.5 years now, having caused you nary a problem nor a late rent cheque, I was just wondering something about the tenants which you seem to replace every three months below us. How is it that you manage to continually find people who enjoy playing terrible music as loudly as possible? This is quite a feat. Is it a requirement for that unit? Is it on the sign or something? Do you advertise the apartment in some underaged techno bar in Hull? Are there bonus points on the application if they profess to enjoying the pasttime of screaming incessantly and loudly throughout every hockey game, football game and play station game in the known universe? (My cat loves that by the way. He has been known to fall off the couch in "joy" when startled awake by bloodcurdling shrieks from below.) Do you personally test their stereo systems before they move in to ensure that they will make my couch shake? Will the supply of these special tenants you find ever run out? Do you hate us?

Just curious.

Sincerely,
CBC girl.

PG Post

I like this post and smart idea from Lucky White Girl and BitchLab about Googlebombing the US sexist asshat, Senator William M. Napoli. He doesn't believe abortion should be granted even in cases of rape or incest. Oh wait, unless... Barf.

Warning: It's about one of the South Dakota politicians and his misogenist comments about banning abortion. Please don't read it if you don't want to be grossed out, I'm just doing my small part in the googlebomb. The dude uses graphic language. This post will not be to everyone's taste. I mean it.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Happy 70th Bday Stompin' Tom!


Stompin' Tom Connors

Great Quote...

If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.

--Jane Austen, 1775 to 1817

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Check out these cool cats! Scroll down, way down. They are really neat. I need one.

Now, I'm reading this.

Shooting Water
It's awesome.

More on the cartoon

Why has a cartoon turned into a crisis?
History and geo-politics are feeding fear and mutual hostility, says Haroon Siddiqui

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Strong Words for Strong Images: Danish Cartoon Controversy

Warning: this post is rated PG.

I'm all for free-speech, but there is a line between satire and racism. Depicting the Prophet Mohamed (pbuh) as a terrorist is not only blasphemous, but also racist, ignorant, and despicable. I doubt this cartoon would have passed Canada's anti-hate laws. With free speech comes responsibility - one example I heard sums it this way: 'Sure, it's legal to yell "Fire" in a crowded movie theatre, but it is incredibly irresponsible.' Imagine if someone published a cartoon depicting Jesus or the Pope masturbating or having wierd sex. Imagine the outrage. And this in spite of the fact that we live in a largely secular society (unlike most Muslim societies, which are religious societies). And think about how provocative and outraging it would be to publish an anti-semetic cartoon to protest the fact that the Israeli gov't kills Palestinians every day. There are other ways to make your point, without being so profoundly offensive. And as this Toronto Star article suggests, crying "free speech" is to hide behind a double standard that exists, where it's OK to slag Muslims and depict them as terrorists. The most controversial cartoon has nothing to “say freely” – it’s just a drawing of M’s head with a bomb and lit fuse as a turban. It is purely a defamatory drawing, not a political commentary. Considering how seriously Muslims take mention of the prophet, it is either incredibly ignorant, or knowingly inciting to publish such a derogatory image of him.

The editor of the Danish paper that published the cartoons had this to say about the fact that the paper would not apologize: "If we were to [apologize], we'd be letting down generations who have fought for freedom of speech." Yes sir, but what about the generations who have fought against racism, harrassment, and intolerance?

The reaction to this controversy did not just burst out of the blue. Muslim leaders have been protesting this through conventional diplomatic channels (see the Star article for more details) for nearly four months with no resulting apology or action. I am not saying that the latest reaction of burning embassies and calling for the beheading of Danes is appropriate - it is most certainly not. However it is important to look beyond these sensationalist media images and understand the root of the issue and the reasons for the outrage, and not simply focus on the sensational. If this issue had been addressed properly four months ago, one more damaging crisis between cultures and religions could have been avoided.

Compounding the issue is the reprinting by a number of other European papers. I don't see what valid criticism or good cause the cartoonist was attempting to put forward with this cartoon. All I see is damaging, hurtful stereotypes being propagated, with an attempt to mask it behind a cry of free speech, and therefore I think that the other European papers who reprinted the cartoon in a show of "solidarity for free speech" committed an act that was misguided at best.

Free speech and criticism is essential to democracy. So is a stand against racism and intolerance.
The Klu Klux Klan has the right to free speech, but responsible newspapers are not going to help them spread their message. To me, that's what it all boils down to. This quote from Cair-Can (Canadian Council on American-Islamic Relations) says it well: "The purpose of freedom of expression is to create healthier, stronger and more diverse societies, and not to gratuitously insult and revile the deeply held beliefs of others."

My 2 cents. Feel free to comment below.

I'm Reading This. You should too.



:-) cuz it's funny!

After I posted my post about the Danish/Muslim Cartoon Controversy, I found the following two articles, one on each side of the issue. In the interest of balance (not that I'm really interested in balance - after all, this is my blog and only my opinions - so let's say in the interest of other perpectives) I will post them both here.

The first is a letter from a Muslim Canadian. Link here.

Here is the letter of our Muslim reader, who lives in Canada:

Even in a democratic society with strong protections for freedom of speech and press, there are still limits that must be imposed. I have viewed all the cartoons and in terms of content, only two of them seem to me to be particulary problematic. Let me first say that I am a Muslim but I grew up and still live in North America, so I am accustomed to seeing newspaper cartoons that satirize every imaginable subject. Also, while there is a general prohibition among Muslims of graphically depicting the Prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) and the other Prophets, such as Moses, Abraham and Jesus (peace be on them), that prohibition has never been absolute and in certain periods there have been images of the Prophets, although their faces are either featureless or covered by a veil). Of course those pictures were made to illustrate religious texts, not to criticize the Prophets.

Personally, the simple artistic depiction of the Prophet Muhammad by a non-Muslim does not particulary bother me, any more than the depiction of Jesus or the other prophets in, for example Renaissance Art. The two cartoons that I personally find offensive are the ones that depict Muhammad as a knife-wielding terrorist and as wearing a turban that is in fact a bomb that bears the Islamic creed, “There is no divinity but God and Muhammad is his prophet”.

Of course, I have seen in my lifetime many editorial cartoons that I personally found to be offensive and almost all of them were about subjects far removed from Islam. A cartoonist has the right to draw and I have the right to be offended. Generally, nothing more needs to be said or done. However, as a society, we must take into account the sensibilities of others.

The Danish case is particularly interesting because the intention of the newspaper was to stir up controversy. The intention was to offend Muslims. The newspaper set out to provoke and they succeeded. It is strange that having succeeded they and their supporters are so incensed over the reaction. Contrast the Danish publisher’s approach with that of U.S. newspapers. In the U.S., freedom of speech and press is almost absolute. Even so, on a few occasions in recent years when an editorial cartoon has elicited a large critical outcry, in most cases, the newspaper has apologized to offended readers, pointing out that the intention of the artist was to express an opinion, that the freedom to express an opinion is guaranteed and must be protected but that in hindsight it is apparent that the same message could have been conveyed without unnecessarily insulting a significant number of readers.

In your article, you refer to Madame Louise Arbour, the U.N. High Commissioner for Human Rights, who is quoted as saying the cartoons were “an unacceptable disrespect”. Madame Arbour is a Canadian and she was for many years a respected judge in Canada. It is likely that her opinion in this matter is coloured by her experience as a Canadian jurist. Here in Canada, we have for many years had to reconcile a VERY multi-cultural society with our constitutional protections on freedom of speech and press. As a result, our basic freedoms are not absolute. We have a constitutional principal that basic rights are “subject only to such reasonable limits prescribed by law as can be demonstrably justified in a free and democratic society.”

Two of those reasonable limitations concern “blasphemous libel” and “hate propaganda”. The criminal statute outlawing hate propaganda bars the WILLFUL promotion of hatred, which is defined as “communicating statements, other than in private conversation, wilfully promotes hatred against any identifiable group.” The law allows for certain defences. A person cannot, for example, be convicted “if he establishes that the statements communicated were true” or “if the statements were relevant to any subject of public interest, the discussion of which was for the public benefit [thus unlikely to cause public disorder], and if on reasonable grounds he believed them to be true.” Furthermore, no conviction can be obtained if the statement was to express in good faith an opinon on a religious matter, UNLESS that expression contravenes the blasphemous libel statute.

The blasphemous libel statute has rarely been used in Canada, but it remains in full force and effect. Under it, people can still argue against and criticize religious beliefs and persons but only with tact and circumspection. The statute says that “No person shall be convicted of an offence under this section for expressing in good faith and in decent language, or attempting to establish by argument used in good faith and conveyed in decent language, an opinion on a religious subject.”

What I am trying to point out here is that in Canadian law, our Parliament has protected freedom of speech on the one hand and sought, on the other hand, to limit any disruption of the social fabric by outlawing speech that is so intemperate that it could lead to public disorder or violence.

Of course, another aspect of the Danish affair is that the cartoons were not published in a vacuum. They were published against the backdrop of widespread anti-Muslim prejudice and of incendiary statements likely to provoke hate against Muslims in Denmark. The decision to publish them came only a few months after Her Majesty Queen Margrethe II of Denmark was quoted in the London Telegraph as saying: “We have to show our opposition to Islam and we have to, at times, run the risk of having unflattering labels placed on us because there are some things for which we should display no tolerance.”

The Queen of Denmark (who is also titular Head of the State Lutheran Chruch) has called on her subjects to oppose Islam and to display intolerance even in the face of public criticism. (She obviously is unaware of the respectful position of most Christian churches, including her own, on Islam). If Her Majesty Elizabeth II, the Queen of Canada (or her Governor General) ever said such words, there would be a constitutional crisis and calls for the Sovereign herself to be charged with inciting race hatred under the Canada Criminal Code.

In a recent private letter to me, a Danish Lutheran theologian and social activist, had, in part, this to say:

“We are facing a difficult time in Denmark right now. Many people and consequently also many politicians are worried and afraid of the presence of Muslims in Denmark. We have about 4 % of the population which is Muslim today. In the 90s the rightist populist party ‘Dansk Folekparti’ (Danish People's Party) campaigned against the Muslims and other immigrants, but after 9-11 (2001) other parties joined in the chorus and at the election in November 2001 it was the main theme. The press from the beginning added fuel to the fire by focusing almost entirely on the problems with Muslims/immigrants and has presented social issues involving immigrants from a religious/Muslim angle. Finally our dear Queen has joined the populist chorus by her very problematic statements concerning some of her subjects, the Muslims!

(...) A number of individual members of the Lutheran church, including pastors and sometimes also bishops (and my humble self), have again and again spoken up against this campaign against Muslims. (...)

Nine of the ten dioceses in the Lutheran Church in Denmark have set up an organization called ‘Folkekirke og Religionsmøde’ (Folk church and Religious Encounter, or Church and Dialogue). I was the chairman for this organization for the first 3 years and we have worked to create a positive awareness among congregations concerning their Muslim neighbours. We have established a national dialogue forum with leaders of Muslim groups, and we are publishing materials to educate the congregations.”

Those, like yourself, who speak out in favour of freedom of speech and press should also speak out against the raising tide in Denmark of racial and religious intolerance. The Danish cartoon affair is NOT just a test of basic freedoms, it is a concerted attack on a visible minority and that attack is being waged not only by incendiary cartoonists but also by government officials included the Queen of Denmark herself.

(blogger is eating my posts. bear with me. i will repost after blogger's appetite for my words has been satiated....

Friday, February 03, 2006

FILM: The Glory Days Are Over

I used up the last free pass on my Mayfair membership, so it's back to paying for films again...
This week I was lucky enough to take in four more films that I was really looking forward to. I saw Capote, Paradise Now, North Country, and Protocols of Zion.

Capote was excellent. I loved it. I'm so glad I had read In Cold Blood before I saw the movie. I really loved the film, but I'm not sure how it would have been had I not read the book first. Capote is a fascinating guy, and the film really did a good job of giving the reader insight into the author and the events of the time. Though I suspect it wouldn't have the same impact if you hadn't read the book (?). (Truman Capote wrote In Cold Blood, Capote is the movie about Truman Capote and his quirks and obsessions while he was writing the book.) See my brief previous post about the book etc here. Oh, and it was filmed in Manitoba...

Paradise Now was also excellent. It is a Palestinian film about 2 young guys and the day before and of their suicide bombing mission, shot mostly in Nablus in the West Bank (resulting in great shots of place). The dialoque in this film is what really makes it. It was a beautiful insight into life as a Palestinian. The film doesn't condone suicide bombing but it does give the outsider some insight as to the forces that lead to it.

The Protocols of Zion is a documentary by a Jewish-American man who explores the myths of a Jewish conspiracy, and also examines anti-semitism. It was really good and worth seeing. Really interesting to have seen this and PN close together. The filmmaker does a pretty good job of showing a variety of sides to the story - Christian fundamentalism, Islamic fundamentalism, anti-semitism from many walks of life and how ridiculous the conclusions are of people who are blinded by these "forces". The only thing he didn't really get into much is the prejudices of his Jewish friends. They come up in the film, but he doesn't rigourously question them about their assumptions the way he challenges the non-Jewish people in the film.

While watching this film I decided two things. I have been raised in Canada, which means I have been raised in the culture of Christianity. I have been immersed in the dominant culture, which in Canada, is shaped by Christianity. I have absorbed largely Christian values and traditions. Though I am not a religious person, I have been shaped by the dominant culture of my environment. Do you get what I'm saying? I am assuming that you understand that I am distinguishing between the religion of Christianity, and the culture of Christianity. If I had been raised in a Muslim culture, or a Jewish culture, even if I was not religious at all, it still affects cultural things like your work week (in Israel (Jewish culture) the weekend is Friday and Saturday, in Bangladesh (Muslim culture) the weekend is Friday for example), the way you eat, the predominant values of the society, assumptions about what is polite vs impolite, and a million other far more important things. Anyways, I realized while watching this film that I need to explore the ways in which this christian culture has shaped me. It's only by understanding and challenging our assumptions that we can ensure that we are not being controlled by prejudice. This film made me want to read more about each of these three religions...

All in all, a really good film and very worth seeing.

North Country was amazing. I have seen many reviews since, criticizing a number of aspects of the film, but while I was watching it I was blown away. Charlize Theoron and Frances McDormond are amazing actresses (I loved McDormand in Fargo, and have liked her ever since, but she deserves the Best Supporting Actress for this film, hands down.) I couldn't believe this was based on a true story. I really liked the 'trial and flashback' format of the film as well - it was quite powerful.

I was constantly struck while watching this film by how lucky I am. While Josie's parents were telling her to go back to an abusive marriage so she wouldn't embarrass them (in the 80's) my parents were telling me things like "Wouldn't playing the game be more fun than being a cheerleader?" and "Wouldn't flying the plane be more interesting than being a stewardess?" and that I could be anything I wanted. As a kid in the eighties, I'm not sure how many dads were talking this way to their daughters, and how many moms were encouraging their daughters to play sports with the boys at recess instead of giggling in the corner with the girls. This had big impact on my 11 year old self.

The other thing that really affected me was thinking about how different my life would have been if I had been born even ten years earlier. Thanks to people like Josie Aimes, I have never really had to deal with acute sexual harrassment. The women in the mine experienced physical attacks, groping, and very gross pranks (I almost threw up in one scene) that I won't mention to spoil it for you. Her fight cost her her health, but changed things forever for those who followed her. Props to her.

This weekend my goal is to watch Ray on DVD. I might try to catch Transamerica at the Bytowne, and Harry Potter is playing at the cheap theatre this week. Mix in lots of skiing and some live music (maybe at the Black Sheep Inn in Wakefield after skiing), some episodes of 24, and you have the recipe for a perfect weekend...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

BOOKS: 'Mission Dickens' Complete

Done. 100%. 229 of 229. And, despite the slow start, I liked it. In fact, I really enjoyed reading Hard Times. I guess there's something to this dude after all... :-) I enjoyed the language. As well I found his scathing commentary on capitalism and the bourgeois interesting - or at least... scathing...

Previous
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Previously
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Before That
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First Dickens Post

Now... what do I read next? I kind of feel like keeping on this track and reading another classic - Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice was what I was planning on while reading Hard Times. But then I also have a hanging to reread Reading Lolita in Tehran, and I have just received as a gift Shooting Water (about Deepa Mehta's filming of Water - loooove her...Totally dying to read this). Also I wanted to start reading (finally) It's the Crude, Dude by Linda McQuaig (it's been on my shelf since it came out)....

Arg. And there are only about a hundred more on my shelves, feeling lonely. Roddy Doyle, Gatsby, Wayne Johnson, Deafening, Maya Angelou... Plus I saw Protocols of Zion
this week, and it started me thinking about religion, so I decided while watching it that I wanted to read 3 books (that are on my shelf) about Islam, Christianity, and Judaism. And when leaving the theatre, I went next door and found a book called The Fire This Time for $1.93 that looks interesting.

I love/hate this part... Arg.

I'm leaning towards Lolita, and I'll read Water at the same time.

Green Roofs in Toronto

Happy Groundhog's Day!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Happy Black History Month!

For lots of Ottawa events see here:
http://ottawa.ca/whats_new/black_history/events_en.html


Dr. Martin Luther King Jr

Me & Why I Don't Use the Library Any More

Link to cartoon