Wednesday, September 21, 2005

What's Up With That?

At the grocery store this afternoon there was a little man buying 6 huge bottles of bleach and a blueberry pie. So very odd.

Made potato soup this afternoon and took a nap - worked on my symbolic logic homework with Ian, and watched the crazy "Lost" premiere. It's so cold out, the only thing I could think of that I wanted to make was soup. How is it that winter is coming so quickly?

Stay warm everyone.. and uh.. stay away from the blueberry pie..

Tuesday Night Special

Went to power yoga with Laura and my neighbor Stephanie, we're going to make it a Tuesday night thing. Came back here, laughed, drank some beer. With the good fortune that I've got late classes on Wednesday, I couldn't have planned it better. Had a good time - yoga was packed, good class. Have a lot to work on the next few days, trying to avoid leaving anything to the last minute, especially with going to see Bryan soon. Take care all - talk soon.

Monday, September 19, 2005

On the SLP Index..

The economy of my brain is running a sleep deficit. (That's how profound I get when tired.) I drained it of all that extra sleep that it had acccumulated while pretending to be responsible, and then some - now I'm stuck feeling like the REM stocks are on the slide. (As opposed to oil.. can you believe it's 51$ USD per barrel?)
Watched the news this morning - residents are flooding back into New Orleans, at the behest of the Mayor and to the chagrin of the President. Call me crazy - but there's some electricity, little clean water, it smells, none of the hospitals are running, there is no food, no phone service and no 911. My culinary abilities aside, it sounds like a bit of a recipe for disaster. To top it off.. it's not like the hurricane season is over, in fact, they're forcasting 2 at the moment. Is the situation going to arise that we'll have to rescue people twice? I understand (vaguely) the hearts and economy campaign that the mayor is waging, he wants people back into the city to make money, to revitalise, more importantly; to prove that they will be ok. But what kind of message is it going to send when we have to send MORE people in to help again? I guess the upside is that the government will have a second chance to react, and hopefully with more success than before.
As to the claims of racism in the relief efforts, former President Clinton had the best, and wisest response. He said "Wherever this disaster will disproportionately effect poor people, it will disproportionately effect black people" (or something very close to that effect.) It hints at a deeper problem, while addressing the current. A very political, and very smart answer.
I'm waiting for Sociology to start, and then am off home to nap for a bit. Hope everyone is well - buy stock in sleep.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Smile, You're On My New Webcam...

Weekend Synopsis

What a wonderful weekend - I don't even know where to start. As most weekends do.. I guess I'll start with Friday.

Ian and I went to Saul Williams on Friday night. I have to say, it was a truly transcendental night. Good drinks, good food, good friends; and Saul. He was amazing. There's so much power in his voice, so much conviction - it's almost militant. When he was speaking with the beats in the background his whole being got into it, he rocked out pretty hard. And then when he was simply speaking, it was almost just as musical, he has such an amazing voice. The energy from the crowd, the fact that everyone was having such a good time, that everyone who was there really wanted to be there - it was phenomenal. It was a truly amazing night, and it was a pleasure to share it with such a good friend!

Slept in Saturday until late in the afternoon, lazing in bed and relaxing, reading. Didn't really get up until later in the afternoon when Ian got off of work, and we made the trip out to Ikea. I needed a mat for the kitchen and some towels, and Ian needed a coffee pot and so forth, so we headed out there after work. It's been a pretty beautiful weekend, about 20 degrees both days. Still a titch too cold for me.. but better than the wet awful rain that it's been. Ian and I just chilled after that, hung out at his house, drank wine, watched some good movies, until some of his friends showed up. Enjoyed chatting with them (I think I know 3 of his friends all named Colin now..). Spent the night laughing and chatting with one of the Colins, well travelled and interesting guy - left for the UK early this morning sometime. *laugh* Ships in the night.

Slept a couple hours this morning, then headed out with Ian to get the rest of our chores done. We went out to West Edmonton to check out the new shops, did a little bit of window shopping. We're such bad influences on each others spending habits, it's not even funny. (Really. Not even.) So we headed out of there in a hurry.

Went to Culina for dinner, compliments of Ian. There's something about that restaurant that just gaurentees a fabulous time. Sunday nights are my favorite, the family style set menu relieves any pressure on choosing the right meal - it's all done for you. So we chatted and enjoyed ourselves immensely - as we've done all weekend. It was the perfect end to a Sunday night, and the perfect way to end a weekend. It was nice to be out with a friend, laughing and having a good time. Hell, it was just nice to be happy again.

Getting ready to go see Bryan at the end of the month, have to really work hard so I don't miss anything. I'm determined to get my hands on as many of the bursaries as I can, so I really need every second to study and work until I leave. Hope everyone is well - stay warm, stay safe.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Saul for Y'all

Enjoy.

For Your Friday Night Pleasure

Out of the gutter. No pictures here. LISTENING pleasure.
1. The Black Keys - Girl is on My Mind
2. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Sympathetic Noose
3. Kanye West feat. Jamie Fox - Gold Digger
4. Dinah Washington- Mad About the Boy
5.Emilliana Torrini - Unemployed in the Summertime
6. Jay-Z- Lucifer
7. John Lee Hooker - Boom Boom Boom
8. Low Millions - Eleanor
9. Me'Shell Ndegeochello - Pocket Book
10.The White Stripes - Little Ghost

And The Purse Will Match the Wine Label

Spent the morning mooning about in bed admiring my legwarmers that (not accidentally) match my sheets (I have an accessorizing sickness, even when sleeping), and kept me nice and warm last night when I cranked the window open. Couldn't get up - washed my pillowcases the other day and they smelled so good that I latched my legwarmered calves to the bed and buried my face in them and didn't get up until it was absolutely positively unavoidable. Wherein I had to do the half stumble/half run smiley sleepy walk to my English Literature class.
Just in between classes, Sociology class isn't until 1. I sit beside this hilarious little Polish girl who's 17. That's right. 17. BUT, her birthday is Saturday. Thank goodness. Now she'll be able to fail and blame it on beer like everyone else. Poor thing. She didn't have an excuse until now..
Realised that last night was the first time I've ever done anything like that alone- found an event, wanted to see it.. and went. I've never done that before. Usually I'm too scared. If nobody will go with me, I don't go. I didn't even think about it.. Blind courage. *laugh* Am, without right, proud of myself. Now, if only I can do things like that knowingly, I'll have a reason to be proud. Last night I just kinda stumbled there and was surprised when I mentioned to Bryan I went by myself. Next up - A movie alone. Yeeps.
Going to see Saul Williams with Ian tonight. A good way to round out a good week. Will let you know how it goes - It's the first time I've been out to an event on a Friday that doesn't involve wine and cheese in.. in forever. Though.. well, I carry a big purse. It might involve wine and cheese.
Take care everyone, enjoy the weekend. Get out and see the North of Nowhere festival, support our arts community!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Upcoming Events

Some great things coming to Edmonton the next little while, good music, good festivals. The Edmonton Small Press is having their North of Nowhere festival, and the Metro Cinema has some great independant films playing. Check it out friends, it's so cold out, you might as well warm up your brains.

Sept.17th - "Lipstick and Dynamite" @ Metro Cinema
Sept. 18th - "Outfoxed" @ Metro Cinema
Sept. 16th - Saul Williams @ The Powerplant
Sept. 20th - Button Making Workshop - Part of the North of Nowhere Festival
Sept. 21st - The Sights @ New City
Sept. 24th - Small Press Fair @ Red Strap Market - Part of North of Nowhere Festival
Sept. 25th - Matthew Barber @ New City
Oct. 7th - Feist @ The Starlite Room
Nov. 17th - Broken Social Scene @ Reds

By Way of Minneapolis


Fabulous as an Undertaker

Went to the amazing Aesthetic Apparatus lecture this evening at the lecture lab at school - It was amazing. Picked up two fantastic posters (the one for The Strokes, and the one for The Thermals). I was only sort of planning on going, had been feeling really tired, and decided at the last moment to rush over, and am I ever glad I did. The two guys have this strange Wes Anderson/Royal Tennenbaums way of speaking that just cracks me up. They were so approachable and cool, and their speech on independant design and business was excellent. Very realistic, very "Don't expect to make money at this". But in a really gentle, funny way. And they were dressed like a cross between hipsters, undertakers and Mormons. Damn skippy. It made my brain switch back into the art and design mode that it really hasn't really been in for a while, so it was really nice. I could feel my brain expanding and breathing and firing. It was fabulous.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Happiness is in Eritrea

Spent the evening with Laura and Alejandro and Matt at Mbrats, a lovely little Eritrean cafe. Mbrat, the beautiful little owner brought us the strongest coffee and now I'm so widely awake that I don't know what to do. My belly is full of Eritrean food and my brain is full of all the chit chat and laughter and baby photos that went around. I'm so happy. I don't mind staying up if I feel like this.

Oh, We Feel Ya..

Call me crazy.. (people do).. But given the destruction, death and mayhem that hurricane Katrina caused; why exactly are people refusing to leave for hurricane Ophelia? It doesn't make sense to me. I think they should have to pay for their own rescue. Upfront.

Home.. Away From Home

For one of the first times in the past two weeks, I really felt at home last night. My beautiful wonderful friend Laura and her oh-so charming hubby invited me to their friends house for dinner - and luckily, their friend Eliot didn't even mind. He was the most charming host, having a hungry and somewhat dirty footed (the rain was awful and the mud was inescapbable) little girl descend on his apartment.

It was a completely charming little place - one of the lofts that we'd looked at long ago. Very sweetly decorated, record player, ancient couch - very stylish, but in a haphazard way. It was really comfortable and friendly. So we sat and drank wine and laughed and chatted, about music and writing and school. It made me so happy, to be sitting there with like minded people. It was really.. really nice.

On another note, and another home.. I go to Washington at the end of the month! We've (B and me) booked the tickets.. and now all to do is wait. I'm so thrilled. I can't wait to see him, it's been so long. I know it sounds flippant and vapid.. But I'll be happy to be somebodies girlfriend again, to hold somebodies hand. *laugh*

Alright - my classes aren't until 11 today, but I should make shapes. Take care everyone, keep warm!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Ok, so it's a step down.

I'm still alive, still remaining far away from anything that remotely resembles beer (which includes, but is not limited to apple juice, honey and cider vinegar) and still feeling a little lonely. I feel like I should still be somewhere over the ocean, that my brain and my heart still haven't agreed on where is home, and where exactly I should be. God willing that'll be sometime soon, because everything is kinda tasting like airplane food.
Classes are good - easier than I thought, despite the dire and predictable warnings of various professors. My english teacher is pompous, as they all should be, and my philosophy teacher plays dungeons and dragons, and I've got a view of an abandonned tractor tire yard from my dorm room. Really - life never ceases to amaze me. All 15 channels of my free cable cover Katrina's devestation in a remarkably diverse number of languages, and needless to say, Katrina sounds naughtier when you say it with a French accent. Therefore, TV Cinq is getting a lot of screen time.
My computer is still up and running, which shocks and amazes me; with a certain ammount of smug pleasure mixed in. I have to say, I really enjoyed watching a movie in bed last night. The good part is, is that it warms up the sheets, so it's almost like having a real live boyfriend in bed with me. Ignore the fact he's only 18 inches (or so) squared, and I've got myself a date.
Off to sociology - take care all.

Friday, September 09, 2005

We Have Life!

You may have to sit down before you read this. I just hooked up my computer, my television, got my internet working.. And am currently working on my printer and VCR. That's right.. me. Ms. Don't Touch That Computer.
Just thought I'd let you know. I'm now... online. Woohoo!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Cashmere Sock Openers Anyone?

So with all of my belongings out of storage (ie - Brad's) I now officially have ten times more than what I came here with, and about four hundred times more than what I need. I haven't seen this crap for 9, 10 months, and suddenly, I really think that I need THAT particular t-shirt? (blender, sweater, martini glasses, bar of soap?) I went in with such a great mindset, the good 'ol "Don't look in the box, you haven't used it for months, chuck it"... and caved immediately at the sight of an old pair of Mag boots that I've had since grade 9. I'm a sentimental fool. Those boots always have, and always will, pinch my leg fat.

I actually ended up being far more effective than I thought I would be, and all the stuff we piled around the dumpster was almost immediately taken. There are going to be some well dressed bums out there. I tossed 4 hefty bags of pants, shirts and things I'll probably be looking for in a week. But now my dorm is full to that "do you think these walls are bulging?" point, and I did two super loads of laundry last night in an attempt to be one of those people who neatly fold their extra clothes and put them in well labeled boxes with nice satchels of lavender. Instead I've got a box of thigh high cashmere socks and a bathsuit that I don't think I actually bought mixed with what I believe are kitchen implements. (That's what they sound like when I shake the box, but it could be magic markers or Lego).

My mum is here this weekend (Friday/ Saturday) and then heads to the coast, then home. Hopefully when she sees that not only am I settled, but that I also have washed my sheets already, she might relax a little. We won't tell her about the sock/breadknife/build a space station box. Then it'll just be me and my bro here (that's what they say, these young kids, 'bro'. I'm trying it on for size, and feel like a ganster. Or is that gansta?) to fend off over abundances of beer at the beer tent.

On my way to grab a coffee, then to one more class before the weekend. Take care everyone, enjoy your weekend.

Beer Gardens Are the Devil

So, beer is cheap. And cheap beer was on sale in the beer gardens. (Which is misleading - because there is no beer growing there. Which would make beer cheaper.) And I made a few friends (mostly with the bottom of my cup) and then watched "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" with April (new friend - not the bottom of a cup) and Dave (again, not the bottom of a cup). Good time, bad movie. Very sleepy, and my pee kinda smells like Sleemans Honey Brown. Going to take a nap! Love you all.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Back in Black

Ok - so I'm here. Sort of. I'll spare you the sordid details of our 24 hour flight and the POS (passenger of size) that was vomitting beside us, and our battle to find accomodation etc etc. It was long, it was grueling, and now I'm almost settled into my dorm. (90% settled. I'll spend more time there when the girl next door figures out she has to store raw chicken IN the fridge. Thats right. It smells like dying cat.)
I still suck at making coffee, Bryan, I miss you in the mornings for this. Your coffee is the only one I could choke back a whole cup of.. As of right now my bodem and I are at an impasse, where as it will hold the coffee grounds and the water, but I have to strain it through my teeth as I drink. Right.
My dorm is lovely - bigger than it was supposed to be, very modern with the exposed concrete and such. I feel like an old lady - every looks like they're 17 years old. (Which doesn't say much considering I was mistaken for a 15 year old just last week.) I feel better now that I know that the guy at the end of the hall is 25.. But not so much.
School is.. good. It's going to be a lot of hard work, which I'm kinda excited about. I've had a couple teachers pull the "This isn't high school, C is a good grade" bullshit.. but obviously they've never met me. I'm going for the 4.0 baby. Interesting classes, interesting teachers. Young kids. I think I'll be ok. I'm wearing my "like me" smile, but I caught it in the mirror.. and it's a little too sneery to be effective.
No computer at home yet, so if I'm a little behind in answering e-mails it's because I only have access on campus. Yet another trial we're going through. Ah well. It wouldn't be an adventure if it wasn't bloody hard. Talk to you all soon.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Hiatus-ish

Ms. Poshlust will be on temporarily hiatus, vacation and sabatical until she finds her mind and her new textbooks. Which may, or may not, be located in section F, where she was looking for her 'philosophy' books. Then she switched to S, for spelling. Take care all.

Friday, August 26, 2005

But it Pours

So I'm having a shower. And I hear this sound. A sound, kind of like water gushing out of a hose. And it's not the shower that's making this sound. It's the drain in the middle of my bathroom floor gushing water into my bathroom, and subsequently into my room. About 2 inches of water. And taking into account the relative non-absorbancy of marble - it doesn't appear to be soaking into anything fast. Except my luggage. And my books. And my clothes. And my paintings. All of which, getting ready to move, have been placed in organized piles on the floor.

Stress doesn't even begin to describe my mood right now. Something, probably, along the lines of "quiet hysteria".

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Float My Boat

CocoRosie, that lovable sorority duo from Paris is following up their album "Maison de Mon Reve" with a new album "Noah's Ark" on September 15th! I'm so excited. Here's hoping they come to good old Alberta. I'll put 'em up in my dorm, yes I will.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Endurance is right.

Sounds like an interesting show, and an great concept.

Witch Sex? Yup.

I just finished reading "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire- kind of the prequel to L. Frank Baum's "Wizard of Oz". It was an excellent book. (Hmm.. I sound kind of like a broken record. I'm going to have to read a really bad book so I can write a scathing review - show you I'm not entirely biased.)
"Wicked" follows the Wicked Witch of the West (Elphaba) from a somewhat traumatic birth and childhood to her watery grave. At it's heart, it's an interesting look at what makes people essentially good, and what makes them evil. Maguire is pretty deft with his literary devices, but uses them well enough not to make it feel like a joke. It's really an excellent read - I loved learning about the Wicked Witch.. and the fact that not only was she not so wicked, but she was kinda sexy too.
For all those who cheer for the bad guys -this is a great read.
Next up on the reading list - Karen Armstrong's "Islam" and Fyodor Dostoevsky's "The Brothers Karamazov"

Stress? Me?

Alright, so we're on the final countdown. And only this morning have we finally booked a car, a place to stay, and confirmed our tickets. I think that's pretty true to form for my family. And I was just wondering why I've broken out into a Monet on my face, I look like pointalism in it's purest abstract form. I think I've figured it out.
I finished work last Friday in a flurry of papers and coffee with colleagures and right smack in the middle of preparations for a big ministerial visit that I won't be here for. Woohoo! It was definately an experience - working at an Embassy. A good friend once said that "Making foreign policy is like making sausage. It's not pretty, and if you saw what went into it, you might not want to eat it in the end. " Frankly, I think that we should put that on our pens and stationary.
4 days left in India - and I can't believe all the things I haven't done. I was seriously attempting to squeeze a one day trip up to Amritsar in the Punjab into my schedual - until I realised it was already 11am and I didn't have any serious plans of getting up in at least the next 2 hours. I tell myself that I'm training to deal with my jetlag - if I'm sleeping halfway into my day here.. then I've only got 6 hours of jet lag to deal with, instead of 12. Not bad if you ask me.
In reality, in between bouts of intense shopping (my mother) and drinking sweet lime soda by the pool (me and my brother) I've figured out that I'm ready to leave. People do this strange thing where they tip their heads on the side, assume this really huper concerned look and say "Is it time? Are you ready?" It cracks me up. Just because 90% of the native population of this country is itching to leave, doesn't mean that I am.
There are certainly things that I am looking forward to however - lettuce. I can't wait to have a big salad of romaine or greenleaf lettuce. And not have it taste like bleach or iodine. I can't wait to go to a grocery store.. I think I'm just going to wander around for a little while. I can't wait to buy a bra from a real store, and not from a guy on a street corner who is offering to measure you himself. *laugh*
Alright - I can feel a bout of packing coming on. 9 months in two 70lb bags. I can do it! Take care all. Blogging will be pretty sporadic the next little while. It doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you. ;-)

Sunday, August 21, 2005

August Essential Listening

1. Japanese Girls - Robbers on High Street
2. Small Town Witch - Sneaker Pimps
3. Speak Low - Billie Holiday
4. Club Foot - Kasabian
5. Poor Boy, Minor Key - M. Ward
6. Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park
7. We Run This - Missy Elliot
8. Secret Meeting - The National
9. Midnight Hour - Otis Reading
10. Cold Hungry Blues - Po' Girl

Thursday, August 18, 2005

This Side of a Bad Book

I finished (finally) F. Scott Fitzgerald's "This Side of Paradise". And I have to say, despite accolades I've read that it's better than "The Great Gatsby".. it might be one of the most tedious books I've ever read. It's the story of Amory Blaine, growing up through the 1900's. I should have read between the lines - it was the worst "coming of age" book I've read yet.
Its saving grace was in the last 20 pages, in which it transformed into a semi-Socialist "Atlas Shrugged", and some really interesting (and though often rehashed, probably original ideas at the time) points of view. But they could have done without the previous 270 pages. My eyes are sore from rolling in my head. Don't waste your time - read the last 20 pages, and count yourself lucky.

The Reason

I know this may appear to be a little callous. And perhaps it is.
But I'm moved to nausea listening to the "claims for a public enquiry" into the death of the Brazilian man shot in London.
I'm aware, well and truly, that a family needs closure. From airplane crashes, from boating accidents, from the Holocaust. But they're asking, demanding actually, that they be given a reason that their son (who, like all innocent men in death, had the sun emanating directly from his rectum) was shot.
I'm pretty sure that given everything I've watched, that we've all been given an appropriate and full account of what happened - one that should suffice even for a bereaved family. The man was followed from his home (that was, we know now, housing other confirmed terrorists), to the subway; where he ignored orders by the police to stop, drop and confess. He didn't, he ran, he was shot 7 times in the head.
Ian Blair, the Metropolitan Police Chief, is now under attack for attempting to halt the full and transparent (as if we could have a demi-opaque) public enquiry. The man has a city of innumerable persons to protect, and what people don't understand (and perhaps this is only my personal view) is that not everything, especailly in the world we live in, can be open to public scrutiny. There ARE things that need to be kept private, in the consideration of ongoing investigations, that we have no right to know, and no right to demand we're to be told. I believe in publicized procedures and private results - let me know what's going on, what I can do to protect myself, and then you do the rest of the protecting in accordance to what you find.
I feel for the officers that had to make that decision, and even more for their colleagues who will have to make it in the future. They have been given the order to shoot people in the head, and in these particular cases.. I think that's appropriate. But to now worry that they've made a mistake (which they had) and caused an accident (which they haven't) -will only lead to delayed reflexes. I'm sorry, if I'm on a train and a man with a bomb is getting on, I don't want my policemen moralising the shot to the foot over the one to the head. And I think, if we're all honest - we probably all think that way.
I think it is of the utmost importance that we assign the correct language to this incident. It wasn't an 'accident'. It was a deliberate choice, the pursuivance of orders, and the correct course of action to take. That it resulted in the death of a young man is unfortunate. But it wasn't an accident, it wasn't a blow to civil rights, it wasn't 'malpractice' and it was not some kind of crime.
That the people conducting the 'Public Enquiry' (and I ask.. who in Britain that takes the tube really wants an enquiry?) are suggesting that these policemen be charged with manslaughter is nothing less that abhorrent. That these men are being persecuted, by however few, for doing their job, is frightening. We cannot charge men with crimes when they honestly believed that they were protecting their citizens from what had the possibility (and unfortunate probability) of becoming another terrorist attack. Because if we start prosecuting them.. Then Mr. Bush might as well buy some soap on a rope.
It is a sad thing when we are at a point in our civilization where the death of an innocent man has to be counted in a way such as this. But these are the times we live in, and those are, unfortunately, the consequences. We're all aware of them. That should be the overall conclusion of the public enquiry.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I'm Worse At This Than I Am At Baseball..

All the satisfaction of penguin brutality. None of the consequences.

Po' Girl, Great Girl

I'm hooked - I got this from Ian this morning, can't stop listening. The Po' Girls have just rocketed to the top of my "Most Played" list. This record makes me want to sit and smoke in a rocking chair and drink whiskey and sing and shoot at the gophers with a shotgun. And occasionally dance around the porch in my barefeet. Or maybe with just a single cowboy boot on. Check out "Driving". You'll catch my drift. Or my boot.

Disengagement? Like.. Not getting Married?

If the Gaza Pullout Plan (not another form of birth control) has you puzzled, check out these articles to get you started. They cover most of the political reasons.. For the rest, you might need to bring out the Bible.  Regardless - this is another piece of history. Stay tuned.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Long Weekend Wonder

I'm so thrilled that I had a long weekend.. I worked 12 hour days both Saturday and Sunday, but Independance Day is a national holiday.. and as a result, I got to spend the entire day lazing around in my pj's.
Saturday and Sunday were great, in terms of getting reading done. I was just working security, which entails making sure that the painters don't walk out with generators and confidential papers at the end of the day. Which makes for a fairly easy job. (Generator big - man small.). I managed to finish a few books (as noted somewhere below) on Saturday, and then on Sunday...
Sunday I finished up "Bullet Points" by Mark Watson. Touted as "the love child of Woody Allen and William Boyd" (which is pretty strong hypothetical partentage to live up to..) it really was excellent. The faux autobiography of a psychologist and his somewhat strange career, it's full of humour, humanity, and a little heartbreak. It's incredibly well written - not a light read, but a good one.
Wrapped up "The Icarus Girl" this morning. I'd heard some complaints about the ending - but I think it might have been from people with little imagination. I really enjoyed it.. although I have to say, it's probably the spookiest book I've read in a while. Set in Nigeria and England, I'm glad I read "Things Fall Apart" first - they cover some of the same topics (mysticism, twins and superstitions surrounding them). Otherwise you'd have to do some anthropology research and some cultural digging to close some of the major cultural chasms. Where "Things Fall Apart" really gives you the background knowledge you need, the "The Icarus Girl" leaves you in the dark a little. I imagine you'd get along ok without knowing.. But I found it lent a bit more depth having read something about the major topics.
The workers ended up staying later than they were originally booked on Sunday, stretching our day 3 hours longer, and way past the dinner hour. The really lovely thing is, that they sent somebody out for dinner, and brought a little for me too! They were so sweet, insisting that I not pay, and they were getting overtime for this work, and they wouldn't have if I hadn't agreed to stay late. It was so sweet. So I was given a samosa and some gelabi (these really sweet, deep fried swirls of dough..) and shared dinner. It was fun.
As I said, today I spent the day in my pj's. I found "This Side of Paradise" (F. Scott Fitzgerald's first book) on my shelf, and realised I hadn't read it. It's touted as better than "The Great Gatsby", and semi-autobiographical. It's.. alright so far. Not that amazing. So I read that for most of the morning, and spend the afternoon with a cup of tea catching up on the New York Times and whatnot.
I'm so happy that I got an honest to goodness day off. It's been wonderful to just relax, take more than two deep breaths in a row. I only have 3 1/2 days of work left, and only 13 days left in India. Now comes the hustle. This part is never easy! On the upside, it means that I'm getting closer to seeing Bryan. There's an upside everywhere. You just have to look harder sometimes!
Take care all.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Better Late Than Never..

Here are a few pictures from our amazing trip to Rishikesh..

An Actual Action Guy..




















Pictured here in his natural environment.

I Could Be an Action Girl...














At least I look good in the uniform..

Kickin' Back..














After the river riding action..

Happy Independence Day..

August 15th is Independence Day here in India. An astounding amount of militia is out on the streets, the army is everywhere. The PM makes his address to the nation tomorrow, and with the assasination of Sri Lanka's FM this week, I can imagine he's more than a little nervous. If it's any indication of the security risk, not even my parents are going to the parade. Yeeps. This is one we'll watch on TV, thank you very much.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Broken Peaces.

The Foreign Minister of Sri Lanka was assassinated yesterday. They have declared a state of emergency in the whole country, including our beloved Colombo. Relative peace reigned between the Tamil Tigers and the Government after the tsunami - this is the first time since then its been broken. See more here.

A Book A Day...

So I'm at work for another Saturday doing security work - and a long Saturday at that. I've been here from nine this morning, and will be here until nine-thirty this evening. And I'll be back tomorrow. The wonderful thing is - I've already finished two books, and have another 2 to go.

This morning I read "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway. Definately an excellent book - though I found it irredeemably sad. And surprising -I didn't think that Hemingway was religious in any way, shape or form, yet his Christ-like symbolism in the book was so prevelent. I really liked it - you can take it in so many ways, and I'm sure if I read it 10 years from now I'll derive something completely different. An excellent book. Books about fishing usually are.

And just now I finished Kurt Vonnegut's "God Bless You Mr. Rosewater". What an excellent book! Social commentary, political commentary (because sometimes they're seperate) and comedy all rolled into one. What I love is that Vonnegut brings in other characters from other novels, even objects from other novels - it makes it almost like a treasure hunt reading the books. I really enjoyed it. It's my 3rd Vonnegut book - I have a feeling I'll be reading quite a few more.

Something strange - in "The Old Man and the Sea", the fisherman speaks briefly of "Portugese man-o-war's" (from what I gather, something like a jellyfish, painful in its sting). In "God Bless You Mr. Rosewater", they also get a mention. Thought it was odd that the two books that I would read today would both have such an obscure reference in them. Literary serendipity.

Only 4 1/2 hours left of work. I'm delving into "The Icarus Girl" by Helen Oyeyemi. Don't you just feel like you haven't done a whole lot when a 20 year old is beating you to the punch with a prize winning novel?

I'd Hate to See Them Hungry

This little ditty was in the paper today.
Niger Leader Denies Famine
Friday 12th, 2005 - Guardian News Service
The President of Niger has denied reports that the country is facing a famine, saying his people "look well fed".
President Mamdou Tandja admitted that a devastating locust invasion and poor rains had created a food shortage, but said that it was not unusual for Niger or the entire Sahel region on the southern edge of the Sahara desert.
"We are experiencing, like all the countries in the Sahel, a food crisis due to the poor harvest and the locust attacks of 2004." Tandja said in and interview with the BBC. "The people of Niger look well-fed, ad you can see."

Well Fed?

Via the "Indian Express"..

Only in India - a few days of headlines.
"Scientists draw up rice Genome Blueprint"
"Councillors seek 1 Cow norm for Delhi households"
"Labourer Dies at Work"

Friday, August 12, 2005

Oh Jimmy Hoffa..

Check out the raging TELUS union debate here. Don't you just love the comments? Personal attacks are so much more effective than honest deliberation. Bravo to those of you with a brain and a mouth - that happen to be connected.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Damn this Confuser

I've got all these pictures from Sri Lanka that I've been wanting to put on my blog. I didn't know that to hook the camera up you need such a specific cord and so on and so forth - it's just painful. This damn computer will be the death of me. This computer, my computer at work, the fax machine, the photocopier. None of them like me (least of all the shredder, of all the dangerous things) and all do their best to jam, fail, short out, run out of toner, and just generally not WORK when I'm in the vicinity. And now, as I'm writing this, my computer screen appears to be having an fit, and is flickering like a blinking eye. Help me HAL.

And Read All Over..

I've been reading books in the few and extremely fleeting moments that I've had free of late. I've only managed, in turn, to finish 3 of them. I finally succeeded in completing Jose Saramago's "Blindness", and when I needed a smaller, easier book, read "Slaughterhouse Five" (which I'd always felt like somewhat of a traitor never having read.). With nothing to read on last nights security shift, I found "Something Rising ( Light and Swift)" by Haven Kimmel and read that.
"Blindness" while difficult (I'm a fan of punctuation. Sue me.) was ultimately rewarding. He gives you the ending that you seek, but not before you realise that you don't really need it. It was a stunning, and at times horrific book, but you can easily see why it won the Nobel Prize in literature. It's an amazing book, but one of those books that you could never read twice. The devil is in the details, and I think I read too many not to have nightmares.
"Slaughterhouse Five" (while I'm sure everyone has read it except me) was NOTHING like I expected, and therefore a million times more than I hoped for. There was this moderately interesting boy in my highschool who used to carry it around in his back pocket, then his n'er do well loser buddy started doing the same thing (although I have serious and infinite doubts that he actually read it - or was capable of reading at all for that matter) and from that point I swore that I would never read it. I'm not sure if it was the association with those boys that held me back, or the idea that I would somehow end up in their back pocket if I read it... But I finally buckled down and found it a most enjoyable read. If you're holding back for fear of ending up in a loser boys pair of pants - don't.
And a surprisingly good book, "Something Rising (Light and Swift)".. I generally as a rule never read anything with "young girl coming of age" in the description (it conjures up too many thoughts of "Are you there God? It's me, Margaret.") I had nothing to read and so prepared myself for a badly written book about the embarrassment of underarm hair and such. In reality, it's a completely weird story of a girl in Indiana and her completely messed up yet sadly loving family. If there is one word.. it would be tragic. And if there was another? Excellent. I really enjoyed it, and was pleasantly surprised. I've never heard of her, or anything else she's written - but this is a good book, a "coming of age" exception.
So I've got 19 hours of security work this weekend, and intend to read for as many of them as humanly possible. My friend (ahem, you know who you are.... That confirms that I only have one friend.) is supposed to be reading "1984" at the same time as I, to help shed our collective shame over the fact that neither of us have read the purportedly important novel - and yet still feel free to make the cliched comic remarks about "Big Brother". So I'm going to read that, and hopefully some more Kurt Vonnegut. After "Mother Night" I was hooked, and I swallowed "Slaughterhouse Five" whole, so I'm going to go from there. Anyone with any other suggestions, they're welcome. I've got 19 hours to fill. At approx. 3 hours per book.. that's a lot of reading. Here's to the eye cancer.

Worth a Read

I've been mulling over this article for days - so I thought I'd share it with you. Key point, in my books, and as pertains to Canada, is the fifth paragraph.
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Why Tolerate the Hate?
By IRSHAD MANJIPublished: August 9, 2005, New York Times

FOR a European leader, Prime Minister Tony Blair of Britain has done something daring. He has given notice not just to the theocrats of Islam, but also to the theocracy of tolerance.

"Staying here carries with it a duty," Mr. Blair said in referring to foreign-born Muslim clerics who glorify terror on British soil. "That duty is to share and support the values that sustain the British way of life. Those who break that duty and try to incite hatred or engage in violence against our country and its people have no place here."

With that, his government proposed new laws to deport extremist religious leaders, to shut down the mosques that house them and to ban groups with a history of supporting terrorism. The reaction was swift: a prominent human rights advocate described Mr. Blair's measures as "neo-McCarthyite hectoring," warning that they would make the British "less distinguishable from the violent, hateful and unforgiving theocrats, our democracy undermined from within in ways that the suicide bombers could only have dreamed of."

But if these anti-terror measures feel like an overreaction to the London bombings, that's only because Britons, like so many in the West, have been avoiding a vigorous debate about what values are most worth defending in our societies.

As Westerners bow down before multiculturalism, we anesthetize ourselves into believing that anything goes. We see our readiness to accommodate as a strength - even a form of cultural superiority (though few will admit that). Radical Muslims, on the other hand, see our inclusive instincts as a form of corruption that makes us soft and rudderless. They believe the weak deserve to be vanquished.

Paradoxically, then, the more we accommodate to placate, the more their contempt for our "weakness" grows. And ultimate paradox may be that in order to defend our diversity, we'll need to be less tolerant. Or, at the very least, more vigilant. And this vigilance demands more than new antiterror laws. It requires asking: What guiding values can most of us live with? Given the panoply of ideologies and faiths out there, what filter will distill almost everybody's right to free expression?

Neither the watery word "tolerance" nor the slippery phrase "mutual respect" will cut it as a guiding value. Why tolerate violent bigotry? Where's the "mutual" in that version of mutual respect? Amin Maalouf, a French-Arab novelist, nailed this point when he wrote that "traditions deserve respect only insofar as they are respectable - that is, exactly insofar as they themselves respect the fundamental rights of men and women."

Allow me to invoke a real-life example of what can't be tolerated if we're going to maintain freedom of expression for as many people as possible. In 1999, an uproar surrounded the play "Corpus Christi" by Terrence McNally, in which Jesus was depicted as a gay man. Christians protested the show and picketed its European debut in Edinburgh, a reasonable exercise in free expression. But Omar Bakri Muhammad, a Muslim preacher and a judge on the self-appointed Sharia Court of the United Kingdom, went further: he signed a fatwa calling for Mr. McNally to be killed, on the grounds that Jesus is considered a prophet by Muslims. (Compassion overflowed in the clause that stated Mr. McNally "could be buried in a Muslim graveyard" if he repented.) Mr. Bakri then had the fatwa distributed throughout London.

Since then, Mr. Bakri has promoted violent struggle from various London meeting halls. He has even lionized the July 7 bombers as the "fantastic four." He is a counselor of death, and should not have been allowed to remain in Britain. And thanks to Mr. Blair's newfound fortitude, he has reportedly fled England for Lebanon.

The Muslim Council of Britain, a mainstream lobbying group that assailed Mr. Blair's proposed measures, has long claimed that men like Mr. Bakri represent only a slim fraction of the country's nearly two million Muslims. Assuming that's true, British Muslims - indeed, Muslims throughout the West - should rejoice at their departures or deportations, because all forms of Islam that respect the freedom to disbelieve, to go one's own way, will be strengthened.

Which brings me to my vote for a value that could guide Western societies: individuality. When we celebrate individuality, we let people choose who they are, be they members of a religion, free spirits, or something else entirely. I realize that for many Europeans, "individuality" might sound too much like the American ideal of individualism. It doesn't have to. Individualism - "I'm out for myself" - differs from individuality - "I'm myself, and my society benefits from my uniqueness."

Of course, there may be better values than individuality for Muslims and non-Muslims to embrace. Let's have that debate - without fear of being deemed self-haters or racists by those who twist multiculturalism into an orthodoxy. We know the dangers of taking Islam literally. By now we should understand the peril of taking tolerance literally.

Irshad Manji is the author of "The Trouble with Islam Today: A Muslim's Call for Reform in Her Faith."

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I think that she makes an excellent point, that too many people are afraid to make. Ie - Our culture is worth something too. Not just those who immigrate. Maybe in the end I'll have to go to Bulgaria to be appreciated as a Canadian..

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Site O' the Day

Kid Rock.. pick a song.. any song...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Honk If You Love India

So we have this new driver, Louise. Not like "Lewis and Clarke", but Louise, with a French accent. Even though he's decidedly Indian. Which is fine, in fact, I like calling him Louise, and he appreciates that I'm the only one that doesn't call him Lewis. He appreciates it so much that every time I get in the car, he regales me in his broken English about how he was in Sri Lanka when the tsunami hit and they laid all the dead people out and the dogs ate them. Right. That will teach me for showing any interest when he first told me. At least his English is improving, albeit only when he tells this story.
Unfortunately, his lack of English in any area except for horrific stories will be his downfall, because ultimately we need a driver that understands when we say "Pull up the car", he doesn't look confused and honk the horn. That, and within the first week he'd already busted the trunk. He slams it so hard that your stomach jumps. I know this is awful.. but he does this thing where he jumps out of the car to open your door.. which I really hate, it makes me feel.. weird and uppity, so I always kind of dodge him and race to a different car door and jump in and close it. I'm sure he thinks I'm mentally challenged, the girl who plays evade the driver and likes to hear tsunami stories. (Which I don't, I swear, but it was the first time he spoke to me, so I tried to be interested.)
So he breaks the car, and has to take it to the Embassy car repair shop. Which he didn't understand, so my mom had to literally lead the way, walking in front of the car, to get him there. And now, the car doesn't start and the horn doesn't work. That's right, we took the car in to get the trunk fixed, and now it doesn't start and the horn doesn't work. If anyone can provide an explanation (other than the mechanic not knowing his trunk from a hole in the ground.. har har har..), it would be more than appreciated. Last I checked Toyotas don't have any connection between their trunks, horns and engines.. but hey, I might be mistaken.
One more thing. This is equal as horrible as having to play evade the driver in the list of reasons to get another new driver.. He looks like a cross between Eddie Murphy dressed up as the dad in "The Nutty Professor" and a Hobbit from "Lord of the Rings". He has all this hair growing out of his ears. Straight out. At a right angle. And a shiny head that makes it look like a bald cap. And I swear. He looks exactly like Eddie Murphy. But Indian.
I don't think Louise is going to be around for too long. Or else we might light a match under his ear hair.

Take Note.. Ahem..

Seoul, South Korea (Reuters) -- A South Korean man who played computer games for 50 hours almost non-stop died of heart failure minutes after finishing his mammoth session in an Internet cafe, authorities said on Tuesday.
The 28-year-old man, identified only by his family name Lee, had been playing online battle simulation games at the cybercafe in the southeastern city of Taegu, police said.
Lee had planted himself in front of a computer monitor to play on-line games on August 3. He only left the spot over the next three days to go to the toilet and take brief naps on a makeshift bed, they said.
"We presume the cause of death was heart failure stemming from exhaustion," a Taegu provincial police official said by telephone.
Lee had recently quit his job to spend more time playing games, the daily JoongAng Ilbo reported after interviewing former work colleagues and staff at the Internet cafe.
After he failed to return home, Lee's mother asked his former colleagues to find him. When they reached the cafe, Lee said he would finish the game and then go home, the paper reported.
He died a few minutes later, it said.
South Korea, one of the most wired countries in the world, has a large and highly developed game industry.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

12 Dollar Ham, and The Day Jesus Showed Up on My Dashboard

There are things that you pay a premium for in a Hindu country. Honey cured ham, apparently, is one of them. 12$ for four slices to be exact. Some things are incredibly inexpensive here - waxing for instance. 75$ in Canada. 3$ in India. (there is an abundance of hair here. It's not like they're afraid they're going to run out..) Vegetables. About 30 cents for a pound of carrots. And on the flip side? Toilet paper - 3$ (100 rupees) a roll. Expensive when you think that that would feed a family of 5 a pretty hearty meal on street food. Without pork.. obviously.

And Jesus. You don't get a lot of Jesus here. I mean - down south they have a lot of Dutch Catholic colonies, we have a large Mormon base here in Delhi, in Kerala they even have a (albeit dwindling) Jewish community. But it's not exactly out there in the way that all the Hindu dieties are, you don't see 8 foot Jesus's painted on shops like you do Ganesh.

We're not a religious family. Spriritual - I'd like to think so - but religious.. not quite. So imagine my surprise when I hop into my car on Friday morning to find our new driver has a lovely little Jesus card on the dashboard. (not that a little help in Delhi traffic wouldn't be appreciated, don't get me wrong.) The strange thing about this (obviously Indian) Jesus, is that he appeared to be standing in front of a depiction of the White House.

This place boggles my mind. What will be normal when I leave here? Here's hoping for a pork eating Jesus with an elephant trunk. It'll make it homey. God Bless America.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

A Lifetime a Day..

I can't believe that my time here is coming to an end.. I only officially have 22 days left in India before I take off back to Canada. I know that I'll be back here (at Christmas, and probably next summer..) but I don't think I'll ever be back here in quite the same capacity - or for the same length of time. (9 months!). There is irrifutable evidence that once you come to India, you'll never return in the same state as you were - India changes you too much, whether for the good, or the bad. You never fit the same perameters again.

Lately, I've been dwelling on all the things that I haven't had a chance to do while I'm here. (It always seems like there will be so much more time - until time is suddenly at a premium, and I never seem to have enough money to buy more.) So, for my own peace of mind, I've decided to put down, for posterity, (which I think sound too much like posterior, and reminds me I should get to the gym today..) what I have done in this part of the world.

  • walked barefoot through the Taj Mahal - twice
  • rafted the "Holy River Ganga" in the Himalayan Mountains
  • travelled for 8 days, and up 6500 ft into Manali in the Himalayas
  • survived a 17 hour bus ride from Manali to New Delhi on an Indian Bus careening through the mountains at mach speed.
  • ridden atop an elephant up to an ancient fort
  • lived on a boat and recieved my advanced open water diver for scuba diving (in Myanmar/Burma)
  • did a 30 minute night dive, dove to 30 metres, and learned underwater navigation..(not all on one dive) (in Myanmar)
  • climbed Sigiriya Rock (in Sri Lanaka)
  • visited a tea plantation and drank the best cup of tea of my life (in Sri Lanka)
  • fed a baby elephant a bottle of milk (in Sri Lanka)
  • been to 4 countries - Sri Lanka, Thailand, Myanmar, India (and hopefully Pakistan soon!)
  • seen a huge number of World Heritage Sites

When I list them out like that - they just seem like so much less than their worth as a whole - how they've changed me. Of course, the things you learn completeing these adventures are far more valuable.. well, than anything. Like the fact that I now know that I can survive on dahl and chapatis for 8 days. That I can sleep on dirty sheets, not take a shower, and still enjoy travelling. (Me!) And the little things you do in between these things - I've sat on a rock in a Himalayan waterfall, surrounded by Nepalese goat herders and white long haired goats with blue eyes - and knit myself a scarf. I've stopped for chai in the middle of the night to sit with an Israeli, a Briton, a French girl and an Australian and watched Hindi Kung-Foo movies. I learned to tie a sari and dance like an Indian. I can speak a passable ammount of the language.

I'm proud of myself for what I've accomplished here, for the limits I've pressed myself to - for seeing what I do everyday - and keeping my eyes open. Sure - I've got 22 days left here. But in this country? In 22 days, you can live, and learn, a lifetime.

Muggy August Playlist

For your listening pleasure.

1. Four Hours in Washington - M. Ward
2. Dig the Lightening -Robbers on High Street
3. What they Found- Octopus Project
4. Losing Streak - Eels
5. One Day Without -Keren Ann
6. Spit it Out -Brendan Benson
7. She's so Cold -The Golden Republic
8. Radio Campaign - M. Ward
9. My Lady Story -Antony and the Johnsons
10. I'd Rather Dance with You - Kings of Convienience
11. Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park
12. Just Got Robbed - The Sights
10. Wandering Star -Portishead
11. Karen - The National
12. Different Days -L'altra

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Only 33 Sleeps

I must have some vestigial seasonal awareness left over from Canada - it feels like fall here, even in 35 degree heat and counting. Suddenly it feels like the days are getting shorter, I'm coming out from work and the shadows are longer and the air has just that hint of coolness, an idea of the season more than the season it self.
I'm in the mood for heavy brown wool sweaters and potato soup and cold noses. There is something so wonderful about warming up by a fire, by a friend, hot chocolate in hand. (Now, I'm not sure about you - but hot chocolate in my mind is always way better than it is in real life. I always end up making it too watery or without enough milk, or too weak and I never have marshmallows. I remember my mum making it in a pot on the stove when I was little - infinitely better than mine. Maybe it's a skill you acquire with motherhood.)
I want to be cold. Not air conditioning cold, not artificially cold - real, cool air, cool wind, cold. I want to wear mittens, and have a reason to knit a scarf again. I want to wear woolly socks and sensible warm shoes (which indicates this might be a passing insanity) , and get out the warm fall jackets and gloves.
Perhaps I'm just craving home - the seasons don't seem to change here, not a smidge, only from hot, to hotter, to wet, to humid. Not exactly a dazzling array of sensations, unless you count varying degrees of sunburn and heat exhaustion. Maybe it's the anticipation of going back to school - the countdown of "how many sleeps" until I'm in school again. (Gosh.. after three years.. has it really been so long? ) Maybe it's because my mom keeps referring to getting "back to school clothes". (I remember in Britain we had to bring an empty paper milk carton with an extra pair of pants stuffed inside in the event that we peed ourselves. Then again, I also remember having to do gym in your underwear if you forgot the appropriate gym clothing. That's the English for you - simultaneously over prepared and underdressed.)
So I suppose until I'm back in Canada (it seems like forever ago that that was "home".. when did India become "home"?) I'll just sit in my over air conditioned room with my toque and my backpack on and close my eyes and pretend that I smell woodsmoke and burning leaves and that wonderful smell of warm pumpkin and candles on Halloween. Oooh fall, here I come!

Monday, August 01, 2005

But I just washed my hands! (of you.)

Mumbai is flooding. 1 metre of rain in 24 hours. And do you know why it’s flooding? Because of the British. Because the sewer and drainage system that was build 100 years ago isn’t quite up to snuff, and what with the no maintenance it’s been given, I don’t see why. Limey bastards. There’s plenty of ditches left to dig yet my friend.. And what, you’re not telling me the independent country of India should have to do it? Saints in Heaven. Deliver us.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Who's the Fairest

I'm always surprised when I look in the mirror these days. I feel like what India has changed inside me.. should somehow be reflected on the outside. I suppose I'm lucky that it doesn't work that way, or else I'm sure I'd have grey hair and leprosy and crossed eyes for what this place does.. But I'm always.. surprised. That I don't have more wrinkles, that what I think isn't written clear across my forehead, that it doesn't look like I've been crying. I know that outwardly, I look exactly the same as I did 8 months ago. And yet somehow.. somehow I feel that inside, all my parts have been rearranged and that they must look older and tired and sad and be decorated with a lot of dirty sequins. It's precocious to tell people "I may look the same, but I'm not.". And yet that's what I think everytime I look in the mirror.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Worth Two in the Bush..

Put down your book in hand.. two new novels are arriving in September! (well.. and countless others.. but two of personal note.) Zadie Smith (White Teeth, The Autograph Man) has a new book "On Beauty" out on September 13th, and Salman Rushdie (Fury, Shame, Midnight's Children) has a new book "Shalimar the Clown" out on September 6th. Save your pennies - from what I've read, these two are worth the hardcover versions.

Who Knew That 1 Less Person in a City of 15 Million Would Make a Difference?

Already I miss Bryan. Delhi feels emptier, lonlier, without him here. There is something about knowing that the person you love is even in your city, that makes you feel better. They don't have to be right beside you, but knowing that they are near, a ten, fifteen minute drive away.. makes it easier.

I went with Bryan to the airport last night, to eke out what few minutes I had left with him. He should be almost in Frankfurt now, and then on to the US. It felt like he'd been leaving for such a long time, that we've been preparing for this - and yet nothing could have gotten me ready to have to walk away from him, to turn around and walk out of the airport. It's one of the hardest things I've had to do in a long, long time.

I've travelled with him, laughed with him, been sick with him - he's been my best friend. And still is. Two and a half months and I'll be in Washington.. It seems like such a very long time. I'm sure it will go quickly, as they say - but for now? Now.. Delhi is just empty.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I'm a friggin' genius..

So our internet isn't working at the house, but luckily it's up and running at work - which doesn't make a spit shine of difference if my new computer won't let me post to my blog. (On my breaks. Of course.)

Luckily I remembered you can use that nifty "post via e-mail" deal - so here I am! It's not going to be pretty, but it will do until I'm connected at home. Sorry for the delay in figuring that out - my synapses just haven't been firing post haste this week. So much so, that I actually have my hair braided today. Braided. Right.

I see Bryan off to the airport today.. Definately not exactly a red letter day. 29 days left in India without my best friend. Great. Who exactly is going to tease me about my dirty feet and my aversion to cooked vegetables and point out my saggy butt jeans? Hunny.. I can't wait to see you in Washington. I'll keep my feet extra dirty just for you.

Camping.. Squatting.. Really.. Is there a difference?

Due to immense monsoon flooding in Mumbai, Chandigargh and parts of our beloved Delhi - our entire communications network has been washed out. We have no internet, no long distance, no e-mail.. nothing. It's simultaneously mildly unsettling, and kind of liberating. Not, mind you, for our head political officer, who has a deputy Minister coming to visit from Ottawa, and we haven't had any (any) of our questions answered. (Or, as they like to say, "Any of our Q's A'd".)

This is only the stem of the cherry that's been put on my over-hectic banana split of a schedual. We just moved houses, and are no longer living on the embassy grounds (interesting choice in these days of murder and mayhem in the world) but in the West End of Delhi, about a 15 minute drive from work. At the same time, Bryan has been packed up and leaves for Washington tomorrow night (Thursday). At the same time as this, I've got my first real taste of what real, honest to goodness 3rd World sickness, and have lost 5 pounds in the process. And I've changed jobs (halfway), changed offices... *phew* I'm exhausted, and am ready for a break. I just need to get through this week without pulling my hair out, and I'll be ok. I think.

I can't believe that Bryan is on his way already. It seems like just yesterday that we were in Riskikesh, in Rajasthan, at the Black and White Ball.. and all of a sudden he's on his way. We've decided to keep seeing each other - there's no reason to break up just because of the distance. I'm going down (up?) to Washington on a long weekend in October, and for a break in November. And we'll see when he can come up to Canada. I'm kind of excited. Other than Bryan (and the monuments, and Georgetown and all that cool stuff) the Corcoran Gallery is there (with Frieda Kahlo, Jackson Pollock and Georgia O'Keefe all inside!!) and the Smithsonian as well. So I have a feeling I might like Washington. Especially now that there's no beltway sniper. ;-)

So because Bryan's belongings all go over to Washington in a sea shipment, they got packed up and shiped about a week ago. He was basically left with the Embassy furnishings, and the "welcome" kit, which just kills me. Utility pots and pans and three bowls and a wine opener etc.. It's great. We've basically been camping out in this huge empty house, sans tv, music.. anything. It's awesome. We can run laps in the dining room. It's this interesting mix of feeling like squatters and.. hm.. well.. Maybe just squatters. It's fun though. We get to eat everything on the floor.

My new house is pretty nice - semi-colonial/victorian/indian in white. A nice little part of town. Closer to some things, farther to others - kinda like whenever you move. *laugh* My mum likes it, which essentially, is all that really matters in the long run. It will be nice, I have to admit, to be off the compound and away from the feeling that everyone is watching you - I'm happy for that, in the very least.

This turned out to be much longer than I had intended! I hope all is well with everyone. I won't be in contact much this next little while, as our internet is out. Take care of each other.

Naked.. Aggression?

Haven't had too much time to read lately. As I mentioned, I'm working on a mixed list of Pulitzer Prize Winners and Nobel Literature Prize winners.. and then this list of New York Times "10 worst books" and "10 Best books". (I may make note that Malcolm X's Autobiography topped both lists.)

So I decided to start reading some William S. Burroughs. I finished up "Queer".. which was pretty amazing for it's pretty blunt portrayal of homosexuality and addiction. I have to say - it's probably the most straightforward, no words minced account of both. I really admire the way it was written - and when you finish reading it.. and see that it was written sometime in the 40's - you have to give the guy some credit. (Even if it wasn't published in it's entirety until like, 1980.) Even if it wasn't a thouroughly enjoyable novel (he makes you feel his addiction and withdrawl with such accuracy that you swear you've got the shakes) it was definately a good book. So, I decided to take on "Naked Lunch" - his most famous book, also centered on his personal struggle with addiction. (To everything. Litterally.)

This may be one of the only books (other than Little Women.. which is funny that they are in the same catagory) that I may not finish. Gruesome, rude, disgusting, displacing, uncomfortable.. I'm all for books that make you think. That make you uncomfortable. It means that the writer has put you outside of what you traditionally find acceptable, you're stretching your boundaries like a literary aneuryism. It's not pleasant, but its neccessary. "Naked Lunch" goes so far beyond that. It's a nightmare of perversity (somewhere along the lines of the Marquis de Sade - but worse, if you can believe it.) and inhuman, and inhumane passages lie one after another

Perhaps what's worse.. is that some of it's good. That some of the ideas and feelings are palpable they are so well presented. He succeeds in saying everything that everyone else will not - but sometimes people don't say things for good reason. But overall - it's just repetative, like some drug riddled nightmare that you just can't wake up from, with each and every page. I keep expecting the story to change, that it will move forward and progress - but it just gets progressively worse and more depraved and heartwrenching.

Which is.. perhaps.. the most apt portrayal of addiction that there is.

You Can Wait

I wouldn’t want to be of an ethnic minority and late for work in London anytime soon.

London plain clothes policemen shot and killed a man running for the subway this past week. Can’t you just hear the civil liberties people taking a deep breath? The wailing and bellyaching? The tearful mothers, the bewildered community? "He was such a nice guy."

Here are the facts - a young, foreign gentleman was being tailed by 4 plainclothes policemen, when he entered into the London Metro system. Given the state of affairs in London right now, I have no doubt that the heartbeats of those policemen increased 5 fold. He was told to stop, at which point he began to run, jumped the turnstile, and attempted to get on the Metro. He was shot, 5 times, and killed.

The London Police have since apologized, as he appears to be without connection to anyone they were looking for. But with this mornings news - a raid on a house, which just happens to be the same house that this young man was living in. Coincidences like that.. Aren’t coincidence.

They’ve got a shoot to kill policy. They’ve advised the public of this - you will not be getting shot in the arm, in the leg - you will be killed. If you’ve got a bomb in your backpack, we do not want to disable your legs.

I think they did what they were supposed to - if that guy had gotten on the train, and had had a bomb, and had killed dozens of people - the uproar would have been incredible at those four policemen.

So maybe - just to be safe - catch the next train. Do you really need to run?

Monday, July 18, 2005

That's Some Freaky Economics


Just finished reading Steven Levitt's "Freakonomics". Really neat book, akin to Gladwell's "Blink". Not pertinent information - but interesting. You'd never guess why crime ACTUALLY dropped in the 1990's..

Just Wait Until I Get These Training Wheels Off..

I’m not sure why – I’m not the overly sporty type – but I’m completely addicted to Le Tour de France. Maybe it’s because Bryan gets so into it – maybe it’s because it’s just a really neat thing to watch. I like learning about it – and I’ve got an excellent teacher. I know your supposed to drink wine and eat olives and snails while watching it.. But we drank beer and ate peanuts and Tibetan food and it was just as good. I’m sure it was. Check it out if you have the chance – it’s addictive. And, I might admit.. I might have the tiniest celebrity crush on Lance Armstrong and team mate George Hincapie. But that’s ok. I think Bryan might too.

Friday, July 15, 2005

When I Wendt Away..

When I was in Sri Lanka, I fell in love with this photographer, Lionel Wendt. Unfortunately, his best photographs are nowhere to be found online, but I got to see a number of them while I was there. He lived and worked in Sri Lanka, after first practicing law and studying music in London. If you ever get a chance to see an exhibition of his, or even just pick up a book on him, please do. Or hey - you can come for tea and look at mine.

Oh Margaret...

"Who can trust a people who celebrate, as their national event, a jailbreak?"
-Margaret Thatcher
(No wonder they don't like the British.)

"Allons enfants de la Patrie..."

Yesterday was "Bastille Day" - French National Day. We were invited to the much anticipated French National Day reception - which I’d heard numerous stories regarding the plethora of cheese, champagne and general bonhomie. That, and the incredible rudeness of our.. Ahem.. host country.
So Bryan and I, looking very lovely if I do say so, Bryan in his smashing summer uniform and I looking appropriately stylish, perhaps even a little French, minus the armpit hair.. Took off to the relatively early reception at 6:30.
Now, for this particular story I will need to give you a brief physical description of the reception hall. Shaped like a square, with four squares cut out of every corner, and filled with water, leaving a cross shape in the middle. The door is at one end, and the stage immediately across the room. On the two remaining sides (and any other remaining free space) there were tables laden with red wine, champagne.. And loads of beef and pork pate. Which, if you will remember, are two forbidden foods for a number of religions here. ;-)
The hall filled up pretty quickly - it seems like everyone who is invited attends, which is evidence in itself that it’s a self propagating good time. So as the hall filled to capacity with hundreds of people, Bryan and I decided to wander over to the food, see what was good, maybe try a little pate. Only to be completely astonished by the people (without plates) simply winging (because there is no more appropriate a word for "throwing food to the back of ones craw in rapid precision succession..) food into their mouths while walking up and down the length of the banquet.
Now, this food was all labelled in French. So, with some things, I would be willing to forgive a few linguistic mistakes in your non-religious friendly food choices. Poisson? Fish. You’d never guess. But hey, you can tell by the smell. But c’mon people. Porc? Pork. And whether it’s with a c, or a k, Mr. Singh you should not be eating it by the half pound on a 3 ounce Ritz cracker. Beouf? Beef. Mrs. Aggarawal, it’s not mashed or whipped into something you couldn’t identify - these are fist sized hunks of veiny, beefy beef! For the sake of all that’s holy, put it down!
If the food was a veritable horror movie, the drinks were just a comedy. At one point I witnessed an Indian woman balancing two glasses (one champagne, the other red wine) in one hand, and a plate of food in the other, left to look forlornly around at who would feed her, or, alternately, who would catch her sticking her face in her plate. The poor bartenders couldn’t keep the glasses filled, people were simply guzzling, GUZZLING the wine and champagne.
Finally, a moment of respite. The French Ambassador took the stage to welcome us with the Indian National Anthem, then the French. Now, as in most countries, the National Anthem brings about some brief moments of silence. It wasn’t until "La Marseillaise" began the that Indians took it among themselves to being talking again! Good thing the French anthem is sung by some big busty woman with a good set of pipes, or bread was going to fly.
By this time, people were getting antsy. Refrains of "Where is the cheese? Where is the cheese?" could be heard echoing faintly across the hall. Truth is, they have to keep the French cheese covered (a relatively rare and poor quality product in this part of the world) or people simply won’t stay still for the speech. Appallingly, it was hard enough for the French Ambassador to get the crowd quiet enough for the minute of silence dedicated to London. It was horrible.
As his speech ended, they took away the white curtain backdrop to reveal - The cheese! A giant table filled with Camembert, Brie, Swiss, Emmental, Gruyere, Beaufort.... Every and any bacteria laden milk you could imagine. We could feel the crowd surge behind us as literally, people were pushing their way to the front. Somebody had already fallen into the water, and people had their heads down and were moving like this cheese was the last meal they’d ever get.
Last year apparently somebody was stuffing a wheel of brie in their pocket. I didn’t see anything as blatant as that this year - but Bryan and I hid behind a pillar, huddled over our pilfered plate of cheese, watching people contemplate walking through the water to get to the cheese. It was incredible. I was worried that somebody might mistake me for a brie rind, my skin is so pale. Heathens.
It was phenomenal. The food was amazing, the drink was spectacular.. But the people, the people are what made it worthwhile. An old lady snatched a piece of quiche right out from my fingers. My feet were covered in other peoples spilt champagne. I hope I’m here next year...I’m wearin’ the pants with the big pockets next time.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

And Don't Iron


Seriously. Anyone have a spare bucket o' ocean?

Just One of Those Days

I’m having one of those days - those days where your sadness feels like it lies just beneath your skin, waiting to come out at the slightest prick - that tearjerking human interest story, a touching commercial.. Or just that moment when it feels like the bottom of your heart is going to drop out and everything is going to slide down your leg, pushing that forgotten pair of underwear in your jeans leg down into your flip flop.
Its just one of those days, those days when it seems like every news story is impossible (Kids running for candy from American GI’s blown up in Bagdhad by a car bomb?) the weather is so damp and humid that it would unkink Anna Nicole Smith.. You know those days. The ones where not only do you wish you’d stayed in bed, but that your bed had turned over with you in it and you could hide for the next eon, or at least until they found a cure for bug bite itches and ill fitting britches.
Instead, I’m in my office attempting to write about the ill fated and somewhat humorous plan to link all of India’s rivers together (Then they’ll all be holy!) in some cockeyed attempt to irrigate this un-irrigatable and increasingly irritable country.
And to top it off, the only bookstore I really like is near a Parsee cemetary, where this particular religion dictates you should just mumify in the sun, or, god willing, be eaten by the increasingly rare (and increasingly sacred) brown vulture. So now I can’t figure out if it’s the self help books I’m reading that stink, or an unfortunate Parsee getting their final suntan.
Deliver me.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

A Curious Book in the Daytime

So I read "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime". In fact, yesterday, I picked it up around 11am, and finished it that night around 6. (And yes, I work. Which I did. And read. Intermittently)
It really is an excellent book - very touching - a little sad. I found that for hours after finishing the book my mind was working in the same staccato, point form narrative that the book was written in. So it left a mark, that’s for sure.
It’s a book that should be read - some lovely, although sometimes incredibly sad, viewpoints on life and people. A simple read, and a good story if nothing else. Thanks for the recommendation!

Universal Laws of Passport Photos

1. How you look in everyday life will be the exponential inverse of how you look in your passport photos.
2. Should you ever have a day when you are looking good, this will not be the day that you will have passport photo’s taken. (Which leads directly to law 3)
3. Should you have a day where you look the worst you’ve looked in years, this will be the day you need a new passport photo taken.
4. All passport photos require women to wear their hair down. On the surprise day where you need to have passport photos taken, this will be the day where you have cinched an elastic so tightly around your hair that when removed, makes you appear as though you have a dent in your head.
5. However unlikely you are to smile in everyday pictures is the inverse of how likely you are to smile in your passport photo’s, incrementally more when the photographer is instructing you NOT to smile.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Spin Spin Sugar!

Vinyl sales are up 90% from last year. The World Is Listening!

B and Me


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Be Proud!

I was watching a public interest story on BBC this morning - Thought I might relay it here.

An NGO in Kenya called "Pride Africa" has started a division called "Drum Net". It really demonstrates how information really is power in the world today.

When you're a small farmer (anywhere in the world) your costs are higher. You're the only one transporting your crop, in a truck that may not be full, to a market where you may not get the best price, because you're selling so little. So what Drum Net does is distributes cell phones to rural farmers. When a particular farmer is ready to sell his, lets say, baby corn, he calls Drum Net, who gives him the numbers to contact other farmers ready to sell. They then hire a truck that is then filled to capacity (as opposed to each farmer hiring a truck) and pool their crops so they can get the best price. Drum Net also provides them with the information they need to get the best price, so that they don't get ripped off. Neat hey? It was really neat to see these rural farmers talking on cell phones, planning babycorn car pools.

Best of all? Rural farmers profits have gone up 40%. And their crops are getting better because of all the info provided by Drum Net on new farming practices.

Now, your chance to be proud to be a Canadian - This project is funded in part by IDRC, (International Development Research Centre) which is Canadian!

Monday, July 11, 2005

Nice House..

If you have a chance, rent "House of D". Try to disregard any and all impressions you may have of the actors in it (Tea Leoni, Robin Williams.. David Duchovney) and the director (.. David Duchovney..) Because it really is amazing, and worth a watch. It's a really sweet, witty film about growing up, and even Robin Williams is toned down enough to make other members of the cast necessary. It's a great film, and the young lead actor Anton Yelchin is really lovely. A nice film to watch with a friend.