Sunday, July 05, 2009

Actual God

I heard this song in the car this weekend with Heather on the way back from her cottage. See the lyrics below or watch the music video:
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"Laughing With"
by Regina Spektor
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No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
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No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet
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No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken
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No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood
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But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
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God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
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No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for
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Thursday, July 02, 2009

Canadian God

From Tempest-Tost by Robertson Davies...Members of a amateur theatre company are stressing, worrying, and whining the night before a big performance and the director who has been living in New York for the past 10 years is confused at what that are doing, the response is... "They are sacrificing to our Canadian God. We all believe that if we fret and abuse ourselves sufficiently, Providence will take pity and smile upon anything we attempt. A light heart, or a consciousness of desert, attracts ill luck. You have been away from your native land too long. You have forgotten our folkways. Listen to that gang over there; they are scanning the heavens and hoping aloud that it won't rain tomorrow. That is to placate at the Mean Old Man in the Sky, and persuade him to be kind to us. We are devil-worshippers, we Canadians, half in love with easeful Death. We flog ourselves endlessly, as a kind of spiritual purification."

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Funny Stuff

This one is my favourite, but there a bunch of other great ones. See them here: http://www.just-whatever.com/2009/02/18/musical-statistics/

Monday, June 29, 2009

BC Videos

I still haven't worked my way through all the photos from BC but when I was last home Teri gave me these videos from our whale watching trip. Video was a way better idea than trying to take pictures!!

The first video, which is 2 minutes long, is part of the half hour long sealion kill we watched. You can't see the sealion in it and actually during the kill we didn't see it very often either. I was glad for that because it was very sad.
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In the second video, which is after they killed the sealion, the male leader does this really cool tale flapping thing. The whole experience was just really intense and I'm so glad that we went. video

Blank Stare

After a night out, Ottawa Erin always finds a ton of pictures like this on her camera. She doesn't take them, I do. When I get all dressed up, contacts in, and make-up on, I like to photograph myself, incessantly. Which is so horribly narcissistic, who does that? I like to think that I only do it once I am well into a night of drinking, but this one was taken while I was still pretty sober. They also all look fairly similar and are usually taken from the side because I like the shape line that angle gives me along my jaw bone, neck, and nose. I also smile in less than half of them and always have my eyes open really wide. I don't know quite what I look like here, bitchy or dumb or annoyed or something.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Quotes

My Birthday Present From Anna
On A T-Shirt: I'm only in it for the money (Department of English)

Classic Erin
Me: Uhh, he just needs to grow some balls!
Ottawa Erin: Ladies first

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart
Jon Stewart: Just another politician with a conservative mind and a liberal penis.

Overdue Congratulations - Part 3

Taylor - B.J.
Graduated with Highest Honours
Bachelor of Journalism
Taylor kept her scholarship, every year! That is a very impressive feat, especially as she learned pretty early on that she hated her program. Taylor's true passion is helping kids. She wants to work in Children's Aid and currently has a contract with them. It is hard to have her gone from Ottawa. However, she has promised to look after my piano in her house and I love visiting her there. I'm so proud of her and can't wait to see what she will get up to over the next couple of years.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Overdue Congratulations - Part 2

Kristen - B.J.
Graduated with High Honours
Bachelor of Journalism

Kristen was the master of the all-nighter. There may have been some occasional tears but her assignments always made it on time and got great marks. She worked for the university newspaper one year and seemed to always be taking me to see strange things because she had articles to write on them. She is a book lover to end all book lovers and is taking a Post Graduate Book and Magazine Publishing program at Centennial College in Toronto starting in the fall. Last I heard, after she finishes, she wants to go and work for one of the big publishing houses in England.

Overdue Congratulations - Part 1

Heather - B.J.
Graduated with High Honours
Bachelor of Journalism in Journalism and Greek and Roman Studies
After much trial and tribulation, which would have beaten a weaker women, Heather has finished her Journalism degree at Carleton. Heather is also one of the few people I know who actually looks good in a Grad cap, totally working it! She hasn't left the city yet, so is around to keep me company this summer. However, come September she is starting her Masters at the University of Newcastle. Yes, that is in England. She will be working on getting an MA in Greek and Roman Archaeology which I believe she wants to use in the future towards a career working in and for museums. I'm super proud of her, crazy excited for her, and really sad she is leaving.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Traveller Vs. Tourist

I think that there is a danger in viewing travel attitudes as a dichotomy. I do not think that a binary exist between the “traveller” and “tourist.” I used to think that the concept of travel was as straightforward as this. However, I now try to consider different peoples travel experiences as a range, allowing for many shades of grey between the extremes of black and white.

The one difference I could still latch on to was that tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled. –The Beach, by Alex Garland

Growing up I travelled a lot. This “travel” was always explained by my parents to be different than “going on vacation.” With “travel,” thinking and education was expected but on a “vacation” a person merely relaxed. My parents put a heavy emphasis on the learning potential in travel. Leading up to a trip it was expected that, as a family, we learn as much of the native language of our destination as possible. My mother would read about the history of the area and teach us about it before we left. While we were away, on top of whatever homework had been assigned by teachers from school, we were expected to spend time each day on travel homework as well. My brother and I, dependant on the nature of the trip and our respective grade level in school, would work on a daily travel journal, sketching, financial tracking and budgeting of the trip, planning and researching activities, mapping and calculating distances driven, and in general reflecting and talking as a family about our experiences, thoughts, and emotions of the culture we were experiencing each day. Once we returned from a trip my family would make scrapbooks and photo albums. I often had to make a presentation to my class at school about my experience. With all of this work I could definitely see the difference between this “travel” and the relaxing times in the summer, when I played on the beach at the cottage my family often rented.

Of course this is more than a beach resort. But at the same time, it is just a beach resort. We come here to relax by a beautiful beach, but it isn’t a beach resort because we’re trying to get away from beach resorts. Or we’re trying to make a place that won’t turn into a beach resort. See? –The Beach, by Alex Garland

When I was young I thought that the difference between a “traveller” and a “tourist” stemmed from the locations they visited. Some people went on “vacation” to beaches, cottages, resorts, and theme parks while in contrast others “travelled” to places to see things of historical and cultural importance like ruins, castles, monuments, churches, and museums. By this logic, I could understand my parents having my brother and I attempt to learn basic greetings and nouns in Spanish before our trip to Mexico. We spent our time there visiting old cathedrals, archaeological sites, and local markets. The opportunity for education seemed to surround us. However, the trip before this we had visited Florida to go to Disney World. That trip had just as much homework and was filled with education based activities as well. I remember learning to read a map and helping to navigate on the drive down and back. We made a point to stop at important places of interest along the way like waterfalls, caves, and at least one museum. The trip seemed to be very historically focused and we went to a number of heritage and cultural centres, on the drive and in Florida. Despite merely driving down south to spend time somewhere warm and have fun at this “tourist” destination, we considered it “travelling.”

I had ambiguous feelings about the differences between tourists and travellers – the problem being that the more I travelled, the smaller the differences became. –The Beach, by Alex Garland

As my family continued to travel over the years, I still struggled with identifying why our trips were so learning focused and not considered “vacations.” I thought that perhaps the distinction was based on the time of year. Since my brother and I were often pulled from school for our various family trips, I considered that this emphasis on education must stem from that. Trips taken over the holidays or in the summer were supposed to be relaxing but those during the school year had to be educational. Even a trip to Toronto where we missed only a few days of school was an opportunity for learning. My brother and I did assigned homework from school and further activities given to us from our parents. I believe I wrote reviews of the hotel and different tourist destinations we visited instead of doing a travel journal. We grew older and it became harder to miss school for family trips so my parents bought a camper trailer and started taking us places in the summer. During these long road trips, I noticed that the format did not change and we still made everything educational. We still did the same activities. In these cases the summer trips were much longer, which made budget tracking and navigation more of a challenge. This, therefore, was “travel” and a different experience than a usual family camping “vacation.”

I want to do something different, and everybody wants to do something different. But we all do the same thing. –The Beach, by Alex Garland

I realise now that travel cannot be measured in such finite terms and that saying there are only two ways to take a trip, to “travel” or “vacation,” denies the range of experiences different people have. A trip has so many layers. Each person or family experiences locations differently and puts emphasis on different things while travelling. It is unfair to make such bold distinctions and impossible to rank one persons experience as superior to another.

Hot

Today will be hot. I feel that is almost an understatement. It is early and already hot and humid. The weather report is saying that tonight humidity will be 83%, I don't even know what that means but it can't be good. This afternoon the temperature will climb to 30 degrees Celsius though will feel like an even hotter 34. It all reminds me of Robin Williams in Good Morning Vietnam: "Hey, uh, hi, can you help me? -- What's your name? -- My name's Roosevelt E. Roosevelt. -- Roosevelt, what town are you stationed in? -- I'm stationed in Poontang. -- Well, thank you, Roosevelt. What's the weather like out there? -- It's hot. Damn hot! Real hot! Hottest things is my shorts. I could cook things in it. A little crotch pot cooking. -- Well, can you tell me what it feels like? -- Fool, it's hot! I told you, damn! Were you born on the sun? It's damn hot! I saw... It's so damn hot, I saw little guys, their orange robes burst into flames. It's that hot! Do you know what I'm talking about?"