Saturday, July 31, 2004
I'm happy that I'm not off camping this weekend -- or have any plans, for that matter. This means I can hang out in my empty apartment in my pajamas all day and read to my heart's content. Now there's some plans I can handle. Granted, I may later sneak outta the house to catch a movie -- we'll see.

I'm betting that the majority of my readers won't see this until Monday, but I wanted to steal a meme I found over at Ril's blog.

So here's the deal -- this is your chance to ask me 3 questions, over any topic that you'd like. Just remember, my momma does read this space, so I may have to plead the 5th on a few.

Three questions -- shoot!


Anna read and understood, but it was unpleasant to read, that is to say, to follow the reflection of other people's lives. She was too eager to live herself. When she read how the heroine of the novel nursed a sick man, she wanted to move about the sick-room with noiseless footsteps; when she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she wished to make that speech; when she read how Lady Mary rode to hounds, teased her sister-in-law, and astonished everybody by her boldness -- she wanted to do it herself. But there was nothing to be done, so she forced herself to read, while her little hand toyed with the smooth paper-knife.
Anna Karenina
Leo Tolstoy

Friday, July 30, 2004
Link round-up:

  • Child Hunger and Education Program. "CHEP's vision for the community is of a community where good nutritious food is always available for everyone no matter what their circumstances, where there is care for the environment, support for farmers, access to local food production, and knowledge about making healthy food choices." I'm going to start investing in their Good Food Box every two weeks -- it's a box full of veggies and fruits grown around the area, for a low price. It's part of my new-found commitment of supporting local businesses and eating better.
  • Saskatchewan Cities Top Crime List: "Saskatoon and Regina have the worst crime rates in all of Canada, according to numbers released Wednesday. The information was prepared by experts at Statistics Canada, and is based on numbers provided by police. The figures compare 2003 and 2002, when Saskatoon recorded a 16.5 percent jump in crime. The national average was 5.5 percent." Welcome home!

  • Anyone catch the Democratic National Convention? Luckily I was able to catch it while up at the lake this week. I was pretty impressed with Kerry's speech last night. Here's the full text of the speech (user/ password: grrrlmeets).
My favorite part of the speech:

And let me say it plainly: In that cause, and in this campaign, we welcome people of faith. America is not us and them. I think of what Ron Reagan said of his father a few weeks ago and I want to say this to you tonight: I don't wear my religion on my sleeve. But faith has given me values and hope to live by, from Vietnam to this day, from Sunday to Sunday. I don't want to claim that God is on our side. As Abraham Lincoln told us, I want to pray humbly that we are on God's side.

And whatever our faith, one belief should bind us all: The measure of our character is our willingness to give of ourselves for others and for our country.

That sure beats Dubya's underlying claim that he's God's anointed acting as righteous judge in situations like Iraq.
  • Speaking of the DNC, I thought it was interesting that Kerry played up the setting of the actual convention. He kept emphasizing how this city acted as the birthplace for much of our country's revolutionary history. I think this is interesting mainly when I think of where the Republican National Convention is next month -- New York City. I can hear the pleas of the president and his cronies, reminding us all of the September 11th tragedy, and how we need to keep this "war president" in power. It's going to make me sick, I can tell already.
  • But until then, check out the Daily Show's comparison of convention locales: "Would you rather pahk yaw cahr in Hahvahd or get the %*&# out of my #@$-damn spot? Take a look at our in-depth analysis of Boston vs. New York." Only here can you have the answers to the best biggest infectious outbreak of the year or the biggest problem with protestors.


Blue Moon at Chitek Lake



I'm baaa-ack.

What a great week. I had so much fun, playing princess among 3 of Saskatchewan's finest (who also happen to be bloggers). Here's a stream-of-consciousness list of some of the high-points of the last couple days:


Cleveland versus Seattle/ introducing Southern cuisine (mmm, grits!)/"Just"/ in defense of Supertramp/ Colombia/ Turd miners and goat-ball lickers (don't ask)/ a domestic Becky at work (?!)/ Boca versus cow-burgers/ Costco! (not Walmart)/ a "bridge" over troubled water, resulting in wet socks/ Consuming the cancer juice/ CHEP/ of freezing cold trailers and 4 piled sleeping bags/ Revolve girls don't call boys/ the Bill-Hybelization of the church/ dumb boys and 'the girlfriend'/ hiking and rediscovering stinky places with the GPS/ my satelite-readjusting hero!/ Joni Mitchell/ issues with Paul/ Big Boy chairs/ a rain jacket in Saskatchewan?/ brrr/ closeted ABBA fan/ DNC and the Daily Show/ behold the power of the DEET!/ cinnemon buns, mmm/ "The men in Deborah's day were weak and chicken-hearted"/ (black) socks and sandals!/ big 80's hair




Wednesday, July 28, 2004
I'm off camping again. This time, it's off to Chitek Lake for some down-time away from the city. I've got a stack of books to peruse, plus a new "fun" book to read (I know, I shouldn't, but this is technically summer (!), and reading theory isn't any fun at the beach).

I'm just looking forward to some fresh air and time away from watches, Internet, and other distractions that get me down.

Onto the Saskatchewan wilds!

... back Friday night or so. Y'all behave til then.

ttfn.


Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh. . . . For my belief is that if we live another century or so . . . and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think . . . then . . . the dead poet who was Shakespeare's sister will put on the body she has so often laid down.

A Room of One's Own
Virginia Woolf

That quote gives me shivers every time I read it. And as cliched as it sounds (I can already sense a few of you rolling your eyes), I sorta consider this piece of cyberspace a "a room of my own." It's a place where I can play, rant, tease, and lament. Most of all, it's mine -- and while I still roll out my green astro-turf cyber welcome mat to all who read my words, I still think of this place as somewhere special where I can vocalize a few of the many thoughts and issues that run through my head.



Tuesday, July 27, 2004
U.S. expatriates get out the vote:

[...] If passions over the U.S. presidential race are at boiling point back home, they may be even higher abroad, where many Americans say they experience firsthand the ramifications of President Bush's foreign policies. Whether they approve of those policies or not, by all accounts, U.S. citizens overseas are registering in greater numbers than ever before, hoping their vote can make a difference in an election both sides say may be the most crucial in modern American history.

More than three months before the elections, Democrats Abroad, the group for which Miara works, claims it has helped register 8,000 American voters in Britain. In the 2000 contest between Bush and Al Gore and Bush, the group registered fewer than 7,000 U.S. citizens. Worldwide, it is setting similar records, according to Frances Deak, 68, who has lived in Britain for 23 years and is in charge of the organization's global efforts. Republicans also expect to see an increase in interest among expatriate voters.

"They're lucky we're not a state," Deak says of Americans living outside the USA. If they were, expatriate Americans could make up the 13th-largest. While the number of U.S. citizens living abroad is not officially tallied, estimates range from 3 million to 7 million. It is believed that about 250,000 live in Britain. That makes the United Kingdom third to Mexico and Canada as the foreign country most populated by Americans.

'Expats feel estranged'

Two million to 3 million expatriates are eligible voters, says Steven Hill, senior analyst for the non-partisan Center for Voting and Democracy in San Francisco. The race is expected to be so tight in some states, such as Ohio, that expats could help determine the victor.

[...] "A lot of times, expats feel estranged from life in the United States," Taylor says. "But we have a unique point of view of our country that needs to be heard because we are confronted daily with the effects of U.S policies abroad."

The harrowingly narrow 2000 elections appear to have dispelled expats' notions of estrangement. The Florida race, which Bush won by a razor-thin margin of 537 votes to claim the presidency, may have been decided by absentee overseas ballots. Dramatizing the impact of the expat vote even further was the controversy over military ballots that arrived postmarked beyond the acceptable deadline but were counted anyway, according to Hill. Analysis has shown that if not for the overseas absentee ballots, Gore would have won by 202 votes.

Here's one ex-pat that'll be casting her vote November 4th. I'll be sure to harass the one other American I know up here to do the same.


Two new additions to Becky's stack-o'-schoool-books-she-should-be-reading-but-it's-summer- so-who-is-she-kidding?:

  • Modern Genre Theory, edited by David Duff.
  • Form and Genre: Shaping Rhetorical Action, edited by Karlyn Kohrs Campbell & Kathleen Hall Jamieson.
Pretty hefty stuff and definitely not part of the "reading for fun" category. Teaching yourself new theory is never fun, but it's good for me. I think.


Mmmm, here's a midnight snack for you to ponder:

Drinkable Krispy Kremes

NEW YORK - Once the fried dough embodiment of hot and fresh, Krispy Kreme has transformed its original glazed doughnut into a new frozen beverage for summer.

The chain introduced a new line of frozen drinks Wednesday, including frozen original kreme -- a drinkable version of the company's signature doughnut -- raspberry, latte and double chocolate.

Customers can also add coffee to the kreme and double chocolate.

Calories only range from the 430's of a small to the upper levels of the 700-mark in the large size. They don't even calculate the fat content on the website.

Yuck. Granted, I have fallen prey to the sugary demon that is Krispy Kreme, but I can't imagine getting to the point of actually drinking a donut/doughnut.

Thanks to the Krispy Kreme fan Randall for pointing this one out.

I suddenly have an urge for a frosted chocolate cream doughnut. Ah, the horrors of the Krispy Kreme. Maybe it is a good thing the nearest one is a province or couple states over.
segment from "Sell Sell Sell"
by Barenaked Ladies

It goes like this, we have no choice; the minarets,
The wailing voice
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air
We choose a foreigner to hate,
The new Iraq gets more irate
We really know nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and the forty thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some gratuitous sex
A movie's made, a war is won
A low-speed chase, a smoking gun
Distracts us while the actor takes the stand

Buy buy buy buy
Sell sell sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end
What is so interesting about these lyrics is that they were written in 2000.

Just watched Fog of War tonight. Amazing documentary. I think I'm still processing what I've watched -- it's wild to think of all the experience McNamara has had in his 82 years. I'm also awed by his candor in recounting mistakes he's made. If ever a character has learned something through hindsight, McNamara is it.

The film's website is packed with even more information, and just isn't conquerable in one night's worth of browsing. This is a film (and website) that I'll want to revisit.



Monday, July 26, 2004
Part one of my sister's (+ hubby) adventures in Europe is up on her fotopage. I'm still horribly jealous, but do find some vicarious globetrotting pleasure by looking at these shots.

Thou shalt not covet your sister's European holiday. Isn't that a commandment somewhere?

UPDATE: She's added another page of photos. Go check 'em out.


Somewhere out in space there was a planet where all people would be born again. They would be fully aware of the life they had spent on earth and of all the experience they had amassed here.

And perhaps there was still another planet, where we would all be born a third time with the experience of our first two lives.

And perhaps there were yet more and more planets, where mankind would be born one degree (one life) more mature.

That was Tomas's version of eternal return.

Of course we here on earth (planet number one, the planet of inexperience) can only fabricate vague fantasies of what will happen to man on those other planets. Will he be wiser? Is maturity within man's power? Can he attain it through repetition?

Only from the perspective of such a utopia is it possible to use the concepts of pessimism and optimism with full justification: an optimist is someone who thinks that on planet number five the history of mankind will be less bloody. A pessimist is one who thinks otherwise.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Milos Kundera



My weekend at Narrow Hills Provincal Park was just divine. I didn't wear a watch the whole weekend -- we just operated on "camping time." Which basically means we ate when we were hungry, napped when we wanted, swam and sat in the sun til our hearts' content. Needless to say, I didn't wanna come home yesterday.

But I can get my camping fix again later this week when I trek up to Chitek Lake on Wenesday.


Friday, July 23, 2004
Gone camping at Lower Fishing Lake.

I'm Lead Pencil Clubbin' it til Monday or so.

Have a great weekend!


Thursday, July 22, 2004
Now here's something that'll keep you up nights:





Plus it'll hopefully offset that introspective post below.

Oh, and according to Ang, someone found her site by looking for "becky bacon blog." Considering I help host her site, I'm not sure if I should find this offensive or hilarious. I'm leaning toward the latter.

"Oh, you're just too emotional."

Why do I get so upset whenever I'm labelled this? Why is it that being emotional is considered a detriment, while logic is esteemed as the smarter route in assessing a situation?

Whenever someone accuses me of this -- my first instinct is to deny and then explain, while knowing that I really am a little too emotional when dealing with situations.

I blame my birth order.

I'm the oldest of three, and as the oldest, I was used to playing both the role of tormentor and protector of my little sister and brother. Basically, I could torment them -- but as soon as someone else stepped in the picture and started harrassing them, well, then my Steven Segal-like powers of justice stepped in to defeat the offender.

I've put sticks in the bike spokes of bullies chasing my little brother and also have told off popular kids who happened to tease my sis. It's all in the job of being an older sister, I think.

I've just always hated seeing injustice committed against the people I love. I want to make things right.

Maybe I have a naïve sense of right and wrong. Maybe I don't have enough patience to wait for things to work themselves out. Maybe I really do have "misdirected passions."

I react the same way about social issues, though. Whenever I read about sweatshops, I want to go out and tell as many people I can about the unethical labor practices of the name-brand stores they frequent. I read about genocides in Africa, and then rail against the West choosing to turn a blind eye to what's going on, due to the lack of oil in the area of unrest. I'll watch a documentary on infant & child rape in Africa and will want to fly over there tomorrow to help those children recover.

When I was ranting (yet again) the other day, a friend of mine just looked at me and said, "I don't want to have to look up statistics and other types of information before I go buy a teeshirt. I just want to buy the teeshirt."

Sometimes I wish I could have that type of attitude. Sometimes I wonder if that's a better perspective than being washed over and over again with all this information about things I have no control over. How much good is it for me to know about these injustices going on in the world around me when there isn't much that I can do to change them? I'm not in a position to donate thousands of dollars. I don't have the money to fly over and volunteer. My resources are so limited right now.

So, yet again, I don't know. I don't see myself changing from being "so emotional" about things. Maybe I can start tempering it with some logic. Or at least maybe I could start listening to someone else rant instead of myself.


Ooooh, oooh! A new online distraction-of-the-night!

Online Karaoke. Now you can annoy your roommates and/or officemates with your choice of 159 different song titles.

I've never actually karaokied (yet, that is) -- but my favorites have to be:

If I didn't have roommates sleeping next door, I'd be belting some now.



Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Leave it to an Oprah episode to get me feeling guilty about the way I handle my finances.

I've never been good with money. Well, wait a minute -- that's a lie. I'm good at *spending money* but not very good when it comes to saving and spending it wisely. That's more like it.

Right now there are two types of credit in Becky's life -- the "bad" credit and the "not-so-good-but-not-exactly- bad" type of credit bills. I count the bad credit as my credit card debt and the other credit type as my student loans. It's not fun being in debt, and while I try to rationalize how I got there -- I really just want to be out of it. Granted, it could be a lot worse (here I am rationalizing again).

So watching the show today offered good and bad moments of reflection for me. Good moments came when I look at the couples who are paying upwards of 575% interest on some of their loans. No, I didn't forget a decimal point -- that's five hundred and seventy-five percent. Crazy. I also felt better seeing people who had gotten themselves almost $100,000 in debt. You know, ye ole I'm-not-as-bad-off-as-they-are type of comparison.

The bad moments came when I realized that many of the mistakes these people made to get them into this debt -- I'm also guilty of committing. I'm not keeping a track of my "latte" funds -- or, the little things bought daily that add up in the long run. I'm also not very dilligent at saving or paying off what I owe now.

So I either need to wise up or start some lame website begging for money. I'm not nearly cute or blonde enough to gather $20,000, so I think the former is my only option at this point.

I've decided that for the month of August I'll start to keep a better track of the money in my life. I need to see exactly where and how my money is spent. Living off a lowly grad student's salary (ha!) isn't very easy -- but I think I could cut out a latte or two and use the money in more effective ways.

Here's hoping, anyway.

EDIT: Reason #588 I should be better with my money: My poor car was sick, and her repair cost me over 300 bucks today. Not only that, but after I paid to have her "check engine" light fixed, on the way home from picking her up -- the light went on AGAIN. Sigh. Don't you just hate it when life happens and drains your savings account? Ah well.

This flash video has got to be the funniest 2004 political cartoon yet.  It's a parody of "This Land is Your Land" -- and it takes shots on both sides. 

"you're a liberal sissy

you're a right wing nut job

you're a pinko commie

you're dumb as a doornob

you've got that Botox

but I still won three purple hearts!

this land will surely vote for me!"

Go download it now. Fair warning, it's so popular that the site is a little farked up -- so start downloading it when you have some time on your hands to let it finish.  It took me about 10 minutes to completely download it -- but it was well worth it, trust me.

If you're especially geeky, you can save lots of time and download this file and then open it with Macromedia's Flash player or some equivalent.

But if you're like the rest of us, while you're patiently waiting for it to finish downloading, you can go put some words in Bush's mouth at this fun flash site.

Or you can go watch Bush act like Veruca Salt, along with a rousing Corporation-esque Ooompa Loompa song rendition.




Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Apparently I have 6 gmail invitations -- does anyone want an account? Let me know in the comments below, and I'll send ya an invite.


Gone are the days of fun reading and being lazy.

But who am I kidding? I'll still be a little lazy (it IS summer after all), but I'll throw in a couple quick flashes of productivity along the way.

For the first time since May, I went to the University. I filled out my extension form for my health card, registered for classes, checked my now-non-existant mailbox in the English office, and did some quick research for some new books to read for my thesis project.

My next reading victims (which are not a part of the "fun" category):
  • Genre and the New Rhetoric, Ed. Aviva Freedman and Peter Medway
  • Introduction to Communication Studies by John Fiske
  • Understanding Popular Culture & Reading the Popular by John Fiske
  • Permanence and Change & A Grammar of Motives by Kenneth Burke
  • and volume 6 of Philosophy and Rhetoric
I'll tackle these using the ever-popular skim-until-you-find-something-applicable reading method. It's a favorite of most graduate students.

And because I work better under some type of deadline, I'm using this camping trip as a makeshift deadline to get some new material on Revolve. There's going to be some people there that I'll want to bounce some ideas off of, so I better be prepared.


Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!

One very generous reader sent me the following email this afternoon:

Hi Becky,

Since A. has been keeping us cool with his window air-conditioner, I've had no use of mine. I have an old 1980s-era window A/C that works really well that I'm not using.

I noticed that your house is very hot (thanks to the picture on your blog). Did you want to borrow this old A/C for the rest of the summer? I seem to recall you saying you were going to be moving, but I can't remember for when that was.

It's up for grabs if you want to use it. It's just sitting in my basement collecting dust.

Do I want an air-conditioner? Let me think about that for a millisecond --

YES.

So now I have an air conditioner to supplement our 5 fans already in our apartment.

Here's to a night of contented sleep! Maybe now my posts will consist of something more than "hot, so hot" type of messages.

And now I won't have an excuse that I'm too hot to think about my research work -- which of course means I'll have to find another one to take its place.

A cool (and getting cooler) ttfn.




Monday, July 19, 2004
You know it's hot in your room when sweat drops start to run down the back of your knee and leg. Yuck.

Sunday, July 18, 2004



You know it's hot in your apartment when your thermostat's needle is past its highest possible range.

What the world needs now ... is an all 80's TV station.

That way it could play all the cool shows from when I was growing up -- you know, shows like Punky Brewster, Facts of Life, Wonder Years, Love Boat, Press Your Luck, A-Team, V, Quantum Leap, and Knight Rider. (what other ones am I missing?)

And why couldn't there be a channel like that? Granted, in a few more years, these kind of shows will be showing on Nick at Nite -- and by then I'll be complaining that I'm far too young to be considered a "classic."

Ah well. I'm just too nostalgic for the 80's right now. Maybe I'll turn on a Saskatoon radio station and be reminded of some of the horrible music from back then -- that'll cure me, really fast.


When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say that something has become a great burden to us. We either bear the burden or fail and go down with it, we struggle with it, win or lose. And Sabina -- what had come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.

Until that time, her betrayals had filled her with excitement and joy, because they opened up new paths to new adventures of betrayal. But what if the paths came to an end? One could betray one's parents, husband, country, love, but when parents, husband, country, and love were gone -- what was left to betray?

Sabina felt emptiness all around her. What if that emptiness was the goal of her betrayals?

Naturally she had not realized it until now. How could she have? The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always unknown to us. Sabina was unaware of the goal that lay behind her longing to betray. The unbearable lightness of being -- was that the goal?

-- The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Milan Kundera

Negative Capability: The following assertions were collected from public statements made by George W. Bush and his official spokesmen since 1997.

A couple of my favorites:
The President of the United States is not a fact-checker.

I’m not very analytical.

I’m not a precision guy.

I’m not a member of the legislative branch.

The President is not a rubber stamp for the Congress.

I’m not a censor-guy.

I’m not a doctor.

I’m not a very good prognosticator of elections.

I’m not a poet.

I’m not a very good novelist.

I’m not an emailer.

I am not a revengeful person.

I’m not an Iraqi citizen.

I’m not a divider.

I am not a unilateralist.

I’m not a tree, I’m a Bush.

(Via Jordon)



Saturday, July 17, 2004

Summer storms!

Wow, the neatest storm just crossed Saskatoon. We're talking tons o' lightening, hard rain, wind, and even hail. As soon as it started I opened the door to the porch so I could take it all in -- that, and let some of the cool air inside.

It was pretty funny, two other sets of neighbors did the same thing as I. I walked away for a second and then noticed that hail had flown inside the kitchen -- at that point I figured I should close the door for a bit. Hooray for battery powered laptops and wireless internet -- that way I could surf without too much worry of frying my computer.

What. a. hot. day. I know, I'm a southern girl, I should be used to it -- but I'm used to the hot humid air outside and the cool airconditioned air inside. I'm pretty much a weenie when I'm stuck inside a hot and humid apartment -- particularly when it's actually cooler OUTside than it is INside.

Earlier today I helped my fearless roomie shoot her first wedding party. No, not a la Kill Bill, but more like her first photo shoot for a wedding. It was fun, despite the hot sun and very little breeze/clouds outside. She took some amazing pictures.

Tonight I tried to get out of the house and finally catch the Spiderman sequel -- but alas, that was not to be. Twice during the previews the fire alarm went off, for minutes at a time. After the second time, our theatre finally filed out to the lobby and were told that they weren't sure they could keep it off for the rest of the night. We could either stay and risk the alarm going off at a crucial point in the film -- or -- leave and get a free pass for another night. Being the religious film viewer I am (enjoying a quiet, non-baby crying/fire alarm ringing environment), I chose the latter.

So I missed the movie, but came home in time for the storm. All's well that ends well.

Now it's time for my second cold shower today (second! and it's not even a cold shower for "fun" reasons). On Monday, the forecast calls for 36 degree temps, making it feel like 40. For the Fahrenheit impaired, that's around 96 degrees, while feeling like it's around 104. HOT.

Yep, that day will be spend doing "research" at the library -- soaking up as much A/C as possible.

A warm ttfn.


Which would be more cost effective?



Sleeping all night in my car with my air conditioning blaring



-- or --



Shelling out some cash to sleep one full night in an air conditioned hotel room?





When Becky wakes up sweaty, she is not a happy camper. Nor is she
happy about not getting much sleep do to said sweatiness.



Ugh.


Friday, July 16, 2004
My latest (and probably last, for a while, anyway) literary for-fun-reading conquest is Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Its language and vingettes of couples pulled me in from the start. It's a nice step away from the cheesy horror novels I was reading, and I'll probably finish it this weekend.

Here are some of the inevitable excerpts I've marked in my book:

Our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidences. "Co-incidence" means that two events unexpectedly happen at the same time, they meet: Tomas appears in the hotel restaurant at the same time the radio is playing Beethoven. We do not even notice the great majority of such coincidences. If the seat Tomas occupied had been occupied instead by the local butcher, Tereza never would have noticed that the radio was playing Beethoven (though the meeting of Beethoven and the butcher would also have been an interesting coincidence). But her nascent love inflamed her sense of beauty, and she would never forget that music. Whenever she heard it, she would be touched. Everything going on around her at that moment would be haloed by the music and take on its beauty.
Maybe that is why I love coincedences so much -- they're little instances of beauty in life that so often go unnoticed.

Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine -- to dream about things that have not happened -- is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were not beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten.
I'm always the one with odd dreams -- dreams that I can vividly remember, but have difficulty communicating their contents (and effects on me) to someone else. Sometimes my dreams just leave me with a feeling that is difficult to articulate, yet still felt deeply. Even now I feel a little silly trying to explain their effect on me.

Anyone whose goal is "something higher" must expect some day to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? Then why do we feel it even when the observation tower comes equipped with a sturdy handrail? No, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

[...] Tereza obeyed Tomas and did not go to visit her mother. Several hours after the decision she fell in the street and injured her knee. She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects.

She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo.

"Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.
Maybe this explains my lack of physical grace. Not only am I misplaced, but I'm also suffering from an internal sense of vertigo.

It's a really good read, and I'm only 100 or so pages into it.


Hey Saskatoon (and surrounding area) bloggers --

I know who you are -- I've got a list of y'all over to my left, plus some of you on my XML reader.

How would an informal blogger get-together sound? I'm going to be house-sitting at a place with a yard in mid-August -- I'm thinking about throwing a barbeque. That, or we could all agree to meet at a pub or some place downtown.

A summer blogapalooza? Leave me comments below if you think it's a good idea -- or if we should remain separate in our own cyber-spheres.

What to do when it's in the 30's (Celcius or around 80-something Fahrenheit) and your apartment is a certified sauna inside?


Why, escape to your roomie's boyfriend's apartment and watch Moulin Rouge with them!

It's the perfect option to cooking inside your non-air-conditioned apartment.

You know, I have this secret character test I perform on acquaintances (but since I'm sharing it here, I guess it won't be that secret anymore). I think you can tell a lot about people by their opinion of Moulin Rouge. If they absolutely hate it, and would never sit through it again -- that would be cause for me to be slightly wary, considering how much I love this film. Love, love.

Wasn't this Moulin Rouge test on an Ally episode, waaaay back before the show started to stink? I seem to remember that.

Anyway, today was a good day. Coffee with a friend, and then tromping all over Saskatoon with Ang to finalize pictures for a wedding shoot she's doing this weekend. I'll be her faithful assistant, lugging equipment and being official battery-charger and runaway-hair-fixer. Should be an interesting experience.

I need to get motivated and start work on my thesis. I think I'm still in vacation mode from when I went home -- and I just um, came back to the real world two weeks ago.

There's just nothing more intimidating to the writing process than the blank page. That, plus being the terminal procrastinator that I am, it's difficult to find motivation when it's sunny and warm -- and it's a drag to make yourself sit down at a desk and research.

Next week. I WILL get going next week. Promise.



Thursday, July 15, 2004


Surprise!



Well, Laura's party was a success. She was completely, completely surprised -- which is no small feat, considering my tendency to be so excited about surprises that I blurt and ruin them altogether. But I was good this time, and didn't.

Highlights of the night:
  • Crowning Laura the birthday princess
  • Eating and eating and eating. Lotsa eating.
  • Obnoxiously pink presents and even pink lighting!
  • Having my secretly bought Jessica Simpson CD discovered, and then torturing those in the car with "With Me" played repeatedly.
  • Learning about the quirky Canadian tradition of "birthday bumps"
  • Breaking in my new deck of Dutch Blitz and bowing to the prowess that is Rilla! (not to mention the scoring techniques of Brennan)
  • Having my funky sparkling Jello pie turn out to be a semi-success. No, really, it was!
It was a fun, fun time. Click here for pictures of the night.
Just got home from a surprise party I had for Laura -- boy, was it a surprise!

Embarrassing pictures to follow in the morning!


Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Woohoo!

Senate Vote Blocks Effort to Ban Gay-Marriage in Constitution

WASHINGTON, July 14 — Backers of a constitutional amendment to prohibit same-sex marriages suffered a stinging defeat in the Senate today as opponents easily killed the initiative for the year in a procedural showdown.

Senators voted 50 to 48 against a call to cut off debate, 12 votes short of the 60 required and even below a simple majority of 51. It would have taken 67 votes to approve the amendment itself. The loss effectively ended a drive to move the proposal through the Senate before the November elections. Six Republicans helped block the amendment, illustrating the divisions in the party ranks over the idea of inscribing such a ban into the Constitution.

"The constitutional amendment we are debating today strikes me as antithetical in every way to the core philosophy of Republicans," said Senator John McCain, Republican of Arizona. "It usurps from the states a fundamental authority they have always possessed, and imposes a federal remedy for a problem that most states do not believe confronts them."

Three Democrats sided with Republicans in trying to move to a vote on the language of the amendment itself. Under constitutional rules crafted by the Founding Fathers to make it difficult to alter the document, a supermajority of 67 votes is necessary to start the ratification process by the states. Today's vote did not reflect the full level of opposition since some Senate Republicans who were opposed to the amendment sided with their leadership on the preliminary vote.


Figures that both my senators would vote Yea on this one. Here's the roll call for the vote.

I am not impressed that Kerry and Edwards decided to skip out -- they were the only 2 senators not voting. How well does this reflect on their committment as senators?




It's just a month of celebrations, I guess!


Happy Anniversary, mom and dad! (I miss ya)


See, I'm not that bad of a daughter, even if I can't remember which year this one is (31?). Can you imagine being with someone longer than you were alive when you first met? It's quite a committment, and quite an accomplishment I think.

Their anniversary is an easy one to remember, especially if you think of this.


Tuesday, July 13, 2004
I am one ball of pain. Ow. Being the extreme person I am, I could not simply ease myself into a gym routine -- oh no. I have to pretend I haven't had a month and a half off and try to pick up where I left off in May. And now I hurt. But -- with each wincing step I take, I know that I'm so happy to be back in the gym-going habit.

I do haveta admit it's a little odd going to a gym with boys. Boys! My other gym, Women in Motion, went ka-put while I was away in the States last month. Apparently, the owners pulled a Houdini -- here one day, gone the next. Literally. My friend Alison went to the gym on a Tuesday, went back the following day and there was a sign on the door announcing its closing.

So, now I'm stuck with my university gym membership -- which is covered under my student fees. It's actually a really sweet facility -- less than a year old! There's a huge wall climbing -- er, wall, and everything is new and sparkly. Plus being that it's summer, it's not nearly as crowded as it is during the school year. So, I figure I'll stick it out there as long as possible. And if it gets crazy busy in the fall, I may go to a gym down the street. We'll see.

Oh, and this is my inaugural post using Mozilla's Firefox browser. I figure that if I'm going to be more conscientious in which corporations' products I support, I should also change browsers away from the eeeeevil Microsoft IE. That, and with all the security bugs it has had lately, it just makes more sense.

So on his recommendation, I'm now enjoying the wonders that is tabbed browsing. Forever gone are the days where I had 7 browser windows open at once.

And with that, I'm now headed to my nightly ritualized bath. I'm finished with the horror genre for now in my reading tastes. The last book I read ended mediocre-ly. I thought I had it figured out halfway through the book, but was surprised by a much cheesier ending instead. Maybe there's a career out there for me in writing decently-ending horror stories. We'll see.

ttfn.

The perils of sunbathing when your roomie is a photographer.


Congrats to Ang's site My Daily Photo for winning this month's Top Blogs of Canada:

Nominator becky (grrrlmeetsworld): "Angela's photos are phenomenal -- every day she puts up a picture that is either breathtaking, hilarious, or just plain funky. I think she's in denial about her abilities as a photographer -- and while she's currently a student in Biochemistry, I think her true calling is in photography. After at looking at her page, I know you'll think so too."

Happy Birthday Laura!


Happy 27th to one of my best-good friends in the world. Just think, in three more years, you'll be in your 30's (!!).



Enjoy your youth while you still have it. ;)

Have a great day -- I love ya, grrrl!

That long rant-of-a-post was partially inspired because the US Senate is expected to vote on the Federal Marriage Amendment (FMA) sometime this week.

In case you're not familiar with the proposed amendment, here's its proposed text.

This amendment should NOT be passed. The reasons why it should not pass have nothing really do to with how you feel about same-sex marriages per se. If the FMA passes, then we are willingly inserting discrimination into our Constitution -- and for what reason? So Bush etc. can garner more conservative votes? The consequences of this amendment reach beyond what happens on November 4th.

The after-effects of this amendment could reach far beyond denying a couple a mere marriage license. It could establish a precedent for denying same-sex couples legal protection -- such as the right to visit a partner in the hospital or to receive partner health benefits.

I don't think the government should mandate that religious institutions recognize these unions -- but I do think my government should not stand in the way of these unions happening.

I know that this post is somewhat dragging that poor old horse back out again for a beating -- but I think it's important to act (and maybe this is some of the idealist-who-still-thinks-her-voice-makes-a-difference speaking), but:

Call your senators.

Email your senators.

And if you don't even know who your senators are, well then shame on you.

Zell Miller and Saxby Chambliss have already heard from me today, and they'll probably keep hearing from me until they vote on the amendment this week.

"Now go do your best. Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." (my favorite line from this film, and I think it's more than applicable.)
Lately I've taken to reading cheesy horror novels as my choice in entertainment. Some of the stories are pretty scary, but not nearly as scary as the article I just finished reading.

The article's name is The Despoiling of America: How George W. Bush became the head of the new American Dominionist Church/State and it's written by Katherine Yurica of the Yurica Report.

Fair warning, it's a long article -- but I found it fascinating. Before I hit upon some of the points I found the most interesting, here is how she sums up her paper:

Most Americans have been aware that religious right Republicans have become extremely active politically in the last twenty years. But because we're Americans and we're mostly tolerant of other people's religious beliefs, their rise to power hasn't really troubled us. We should be troubled. There is now overwhelming evidence that conservative Christians set out to overthrow the government of the United States, dispense with our democracy, and institute in its place, a government ruled by Old Testament laws--including an expanded litany of death penalties. This article is not a conspiracy theory. It contains the legal elements required for the prosecution of any criminal or civil conspiracy in our nation. The proof is in this article.

This article is more than just a ranting of someone upset with the current Administration -- Yurica has througholy researched her points, and makes them convincingly.

Granted, it is past 1AM -- but I'm going to try to hit on some of the high points of her article. For those of your that could care less about the American Government or about how Christian Fundamentalism has infiltrated it, you can probably skip this post. I won't hold it against you. (much)

The article outlines a political religious movement called Dominionism and how it started with a group of fundamentalist leaders and evangelists and how spread to the highest political office in America. In describing it, Yurica writes:

Born in Christian Reconstructionism, which was founded by the late R. J. Rushdoony, the framers of the new cult included Rushdoony, his son-in-law Gary North, Pat Robertson, Herb Titus, the former Dean of Robertson’s Regent University School of Public Policy (formerly CBN University), Charles Colson, Robertson’s political strategist, Tim LaHaye, Gary Bauer, the late Francis Schaeffer, and Paul Crouch, the founder of TBN, the world’s largest television network, plus a virtual army of likeminded television and radio evangelists and news talk show hosts.

Dominionism started with the Gospels and turned the concept of the invisible and spiritual “Kingdom of God” into a literal political empire that could be taken by force, starting with the United States of America. Discarding the original message of Jesus and forgetting that Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world,” the framers of Dominionism boldly presented a Gospel whose purpose was to inspire Christians to enter politics and execute world domination so that Jesus could return to an earth prepared for his earthly rule by his faithful “regents.”


(Incidentally, there's that creepy TBN string-tie preacher again!)

The article then goes on to describe how forms of Communism and Secular Humanism were demonized by these Christian leaders and hence targeted:

Significantly, at the time, many other fundamentalist ministers were identifying communism and secular humanism as religions. However, the equating of a political ideology on the one hand, and a philosophy that rejects supernaturalism on the other hand, with religions was not accidental.[18] It allowed the preachers to revile an economic-political system as well as a philosophy as false religions, even demonic religions, which Christians should reject at any cost.[19]


Which sets them up nicely for their own dominionist agenda. This next part of the article is especially interesting, as Yurica aligns this stream of fundamentalist Christianity with Machiavellian philosophy.

But the Dominionists needed the aberrant extension of Calvinism; they believe as did Calvin and John Knox that before the creation of the universe, all men were indeed predestined to be either among God’s elect or were unregenerate outcasts. And it is at this point Dominionists introduced a perversion to Calvinism—the same one James Hogg utilizes in his The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner—its technical name is “supralapsarianism.” It means essentially that the man called from before the foundation of the world to be one of the elect of God’s people, can do no wrong. No wonder then observers noted a definite religious swing in George W. Bush from Wesleyan theology to Calvinism early in his administration.[25]

How comforting the Calvinistic idea of a “justified sinner” is when one is utilizing Machiavellian techniques to gain political control of a state. It’s more than comforting; it is a required doctrine for “Christians” who believe they must use evil to bring about good. It justifies lying, murder, fraud and all other criminal acts without the fuss of having to deal with guilt feelings or to feel remorse for the lives lost through executions, military actions, or assassinations.


Ouch. How many times has Bush called upon his "calling" and used the divine when justifying his decisions? If you ask him where the WMD are, how long does it take before he's rationalizing our actions by stating that Hussein was an "evil" man who needed to be taken out of power?

The ends justifying the means? Makes sense, especially if Bush is following this book and not the one he professes to follow.

Yurica goes on in the article -- outlining the influence of Leo Strauss, father of Neo-Conservatism & great influence on much of the Religious Right & their cronies. She later describes the ways Dominionism is taking over our country and justifying our actions abroad. It's frightening to read what my country will look like if these theocratic-minded individuals remain in power.

It's also ironic how easily we can label other people of different religious backgrounds as "fundamentalist" and insist that they form a non-religious government (because we fear having another Ayatollah) ... when we are coming pretty close to that kind of government ourselves.

Case in point:
From the beginning, America has sought international support for our operations in Afghanistan and Iraq, and we have gained much support. There is a difference, however, between leading a coalition of many nations, and submitting to the objections of a few. America will never seek a permission slip to defend the security of our country.

[...]America is a nation with a mission, and that mission comes from our most basic beliefs. We have no desire to dominate, no ambitions of empire. Our aim is a democratic peace -- a peace founded upon the dignity and rights of every man and woman. America acts in this cause with friends and allies at our side, yet we understand our special calling: This great republic will lead the cause of freedom.

[...]My fellow citizens, we now move forward, with confidence and faith. Our nation is strong and steadfast. The cause we serve is right, because it is the cause of all mankind. The momentum of freedom in our world is unmistakable -- and it is not carried forward by our power alone. We can trust in that greater power who guides the unfolding of the years. And in all that is to come, we can know that His purposes are just and true.

May God continue to bless America.
-- Segments from the 2004 State of the Union Address


(Applause.)


Decide for yourselves -- but at least open your eyes. Kerry may not be a gem, but he's a better option than who've we have in office now.

[/rant off (for now, at least)]


Monday, July 12, 2004
Super Size This.

Finally, after reading about it for months, the documentary Super Size Me has come to Saskatoon.

I wasn't disappointed.

The concept of the film is simple enough -- Morgan Spurlock decided to live off MickeyD's for an entire month, following these three rules:

1) No options: he could only eat what was available over the counter (water included!)
2) No supersizing unless offered
3) No excuses: he had to eat every item on the menu at least once


After pumping this dreck into his system for an entire month -- he weighed an additional 25 pounds, his cholesterol and other levels skyrocketed, his liver almost turned itself into fat, along with a host of other problems.

Of course, this is an extreme example of what not to do, concerning healthy diet and lifestyle choices -- and he freely admits to it being extreme -- but some of the statements he makes throughout the film are definitely worth considering.

So much of what we consume nowadays is overly (and overtly) processed. From the flash-fried french fries to the compressed meat patty to the canned laughter on last night's sitcom, we live in a society that is marketed and manufactured to the extreme. And look at the result -- the US and Canada rank either at the top, or pretty darn close, to being the fattest countries on the planet.

That was a part of the film that was the hardest for me to watch. I've always struggled with weight issues in my life. I've never been pegged as "the skinny girl," and doubt I'll ever be able to fully squeeze into that label. So, speaking as someone with a self-described "good personality," I could really empathize with some of the overweight teens he interviewed.

Then again, it makes me angry that so many people are opting for these freakish sewing-your-stomach-into-half-its-size types of surgeries as the only way out of being in an overweight state. I hate the fact that these surgeries are catching on -- along with these ephedera-types of medications that people choose over getting their butts out of the chair and actually exercising fat off.

But I digress. Super Size Me offers an introspective (at times horrifying) look into American culture and the effects that fast food, poor nutritional choices in schools, corporate vs. personal responsibility, and extreme weight-loss measures play in society today.

Yet the neatest part about the film is the way it helped to change the corporate climate. 6 weeks after it was released at Sundance, McDonalds decided to phase out SuperSize options on its meals. And now consumer demand is such that the restaurant (?) now offers "premium salads" and "go active" happy meals.

Mark this one up as a win against a Corporation.

EDIT: Hey, Morgan has a blog up -- check it out.

Sunday, July 11, 2004


As I was reading through issue 13 of Beyond, I saw a feature that struck me as a good writing exercise. It was an idea originally borrowed from Sun Magazine (which, incidentally, looks like another magazine I must subscribe to).

The title of the article is "A Partial Inventory of the Great Mistakes I Have Made" and is written by Genie Zeiger.

Here's just a few of the items she lists:

Burning the teakettle to a crisp because the whistle was broken and I forgot I'd turned it on. Buying that black dress because it was on sale ... Not calling my daughter. Calling my daughter ... Confusing compassion with obligation. Not watching carefully enough what his face said that night ... Trying to find God as if mystery were an object ... Not loving enough. Reading too many spiritual books, believing I could reason my way out of suffering ... Burdening love, sweet weightless love, with anything.


That's a pretty powerful list, and I've only listed a couple of the items that stood out the most to me.

I think I'll give this a try myself. Back later with my own "partial inventory."


Saturday, July 10, 2004
Guilty Pleasure:

The Amazing Race starts tonight started last Tuesday. I love the idea of a 65,000 mile scavenger hunt. Who wants to be my partner for the next race?

Distractions for a Saturday night when you have the apartment to yourself and need some web entertainment:



  • Is Saskatchewan annoying? Yep, it has a 49.90% annoyance factor. Oddly enough, according to their Most and Least Annoying list, Pierre Trudeau is the LEAST annoying and Dr. Phil edges out J Lo as the MOST. I scanned the list and didn't see my name, so that's a relief.




  • Would believe that I missed the miserable failure in chief's birthday a couple days ago? To make up for it, here's a list of birthday haikus in his honor.

    My favorite: Oh see we can say
    On your flag waving birthday
    Go Cheney yourself!
    (ouch)

    They sent over 3500 of these suckers to Bush HQ in time for the big man's birthday.

  • Frankly Speaking: Which Hot Dogs are the Tastiest? Canada Day and the Fourth just passed, find out which "rubber, indigestible pseudo-sausage[s]" are the best. Personally, I go for my frankfurters grilled till their good and BLACK -- the more carbon, the better!


  • Bush is Lord: "Our purpose is to bring you documentation to our media-supported claim that George W. Bush is indeed not only our nation's leader, but our spiritual lighthouse and embodied salvation." The site also comes complete with a set of pictures showing standard halos and other harbingers of holiness. Sister sites with Condi Rice is Angry! and Billionaires for Bush.

  • Along those lines, take a sec and read Rock, Paper, Saddam! "TIGER HAND! RAWR!!!!! RAWRR! rar. Hahaaa, hi. Tiger Hand. Come on! You Know! ... You don't know Tiger Hand? Tiger Hand beats paper. Like totally beats paper!" (Via Reflective Interfaces).

  • Always Low Prices blog: The best and worst of Wal-Mart. (via Idle Type). You know, one of those eeeevil Supercenters opens every 1.65 days in the US. If that doesn't horrify you enough, read about The Evil that is Walmart. There's a pretty high price for those "extra low prices," if you ask me.

  • ... and last but not least, check out Rapture Ready, for all of the latest news concerning the last days -- including your Final Final Final Warning. Guaranteed a must-read for you Lahaye fans. ;)


Oy, after my staunt at the gym yesterday, my calves are on FIRE. I forecast a bath in my future. That's my kind of rapture.


Friday, July 09, 2004
I'm finding that in the last couple days -- I am terribly anti-social, which isn't like me at all. I'm perfectly content to hole myself in my room, reading, rather than going out and doing stuff.

That, and I'm finding that this is the perfect soundtrack to how I'm feeling.

But the sun is shining outside, and I am going to drag myself out to the gym this afternoon. Hopefully that'll get me out of this funk.


Thursday, July 08, 2004
That's entertainment!

Originally I wanted this post just to be a quick blurb about TBN's latest pet project -- a "christianified" American Idol, Gifted -- a self-proclaimed "showcase [of] talent with a soul and vision." Coming to cable stations everywhere in October!

From this article:
The joint venture’s mission statement supports the evangelical voice for the show, “Gifted,” reading: "God gives us so many gifts, but we reach for the one with the prettiest wrapping. In a world where MTV dictates trends and pop stars become idols, Christianity seems to be wrapped in conditions and judgments. It is our goal to wrap God's message - His love - in acceptance, and in a way that blends seamlessly into `pop' culture while still upholding the values we, as Christians, value most."

Through recognizable icons and stars, Wright Entertainment reasons that interweaving religion with popular culture will be facilitated. In a letter addressed on June 22 to pastors, the venture stated that the purpose of including mainstream market ‘A List’ celebrities on the Christian star-making show is to portray the ‘coolness’ to adolescents of being true to their faith.

Meanwhile, plans for the talent-recruiting show include a vast summer bus tour, beginning July 26, around the country visiting 11 Trinity stations auditioning contestants ranging from ages 18-24 in 11 different states (Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, Illinois, Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, New York, California and Washington.) The genre of music contestants perform will be solely gospel or contemporary spiritual songs.


For the morbidly curious, here's the audition schedule.

I realize that this story is a couple weeks old now, but it was news to me. I guess it's to be expected, in our world of Revolve and Refuel. Of course, watching TBN is akin to watching a train wreck -- you hate to watch it but then you can't pull your eyes away from that shock of pink hair, gunked-over eye makeup, plasticified skin and collection of horrid string ties.

It's quite fascinating, actually.

So while I was looking up different articles that have to do with "Gifted," I also found many websites that focus around the lives of TBN's creepy founders and self-prescribed religious leaders, Paul and Jan Crouch.

In a few minutes I discovered much. For one, I'm strangely upset that I missed Jan's Christian Liposuction seminar she broadcasted years ago. The annoyance factor of the Crouches is rated here (incidentally, they've ranked in the top 100 celebrities for the past two years in a row). This page links the Crouches with communists and it's even been accused of being a cult.

Almost makes me wish I still got that channel -- I guess I'll have to settle for good ole Jack and Rexella instead. (which, now that I think of it, are equally as horrifying)


Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Wow it rained today -- and not just a pleasant sprinkling, either. We're talking downpour, raining-like-a-sad-scene-in-a-movie type of rain. And I got caught in it -- twice.

Earlier this afternoon I finally finished rearranging my book collection to fit snugly on my three very-crammed bookshelves (who needs fancy furniture when you have full bookcases?!). The whole time I'm hauling and reindexing my books, I was reminded of High Fidelity and Cusack's anal-retentiveness in rearranging his record collection. It took me most of 2 days to finally arrange things the way I liked it.

In order to accomplish this feat, it required me to cull about 7 grocery sacks full of books I'll (1.)never read again or (2.) have extra copies and need to dispose of. With these sackfulls of books in tow, I trekked over (amid the darkening skies) to my favorite used book store -- Westgate Books.

Westgate is such a great bookstore. Not only is it organized into sections (and sub-sections), but it severely limits the number of crap books it intakes. By crap books I mean anything with a Fabio-esque man embracing a bodice-ripped wearing woman on its cover -- you know, Harlequin romances and their ilk.

I'm convinced you can rate the quality of a used book store by the number of cheesy romances and Star Wars/Trek novels on its shelves.

Well, the book store people accepted roughly half of my books -- giving me a $140 store credit. A grrrl can do some serious damage with that much credit burning a hole in her pocket.

And now that I think of it, it is kind of ironic I went to dispose of books -- only to buy a new stackful. Ah well.

The loot:
  • Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian Literature by Margaret Atwood. I must hear this book quoted from or referred to a couple times a month by my thesis supervisor. It's a pivotal book in Canadian literature, and I've always been a fan of Atwood.

  • The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. This book sounds so familiar to me, plus the back of the book sounds really interesting. File this one in the "fun" category.

  • Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. No, I did not buy this because Oprah chose it as her summer reading book (while I do think it's pretty cool she did so). And yes, I do know how it ends -- but it's a classic and one of those books that one should read and possess on her shelf. There's a great place for it next to my Dostoevsky.

  • The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence. I've got this book and The Diviners as well -- but I'm not sure which to read first. I love her short stories, and I've been to her hometown, so I'm looking forward to reading her novels.

  • The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie. Ooooh, can you smell the controversy? This is the book that put a fatwa on his head, plus it's the one book in the U of S library that is always missing from its shelves -- which is disturbingly odd in itself.

  • Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Another book I've heard whispered about in circles and yet another addition to the "fun" reading list.

  • Stealing Jesus: How Fundamentalism Betrays Christianity by Bruce Bawer. Do I even need to relate here why I picked this book? Probably not. Needless to say, this book sits very well next to another one I'm currently reading: Ten Things I Learned Wrong from a Conservative Church by John Killinger.

  • The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. I've come across several quotes from Gibran, and want to take the time to read through (and process) some of the lessons he outlines in this work.

  • The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. I don't have this work in my Morrison library, so I had to pick up a copy. Morrison is one of my very favorite authors -- I remember going through a stage where I inhaled several texts from strong African American writers (Zora Neale Hurston, Morrison, Maya Angelou, etc) and I went up to my mom and lamented the fact that I wasn't born a black woman, so that I could never fully empathize with the characters I was coming across. Okay, that was a tad extreme, but I still love burying myself in the Southern world that I call home.

  • Dead Man Walking: An Eyewitness Account of the Death Penalty in the United States by Sister Helen Prejean. I read this in my second year of university, and it radically changed my views on the death penalty. It's an amazing read, and I would wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone, no matter what your stance is on the issue. Prejean is a woman to admire, and I've even talked to her in person! If you liked the Tim Robbins/Susan Sarandon movie, the book is so much better.

  • Confessions of an Advertising Man by David Ogilvy. Another book to add to the Rhetoric/Communication shelf. Ogilvy was an advertising pioneer, and this book is revealing about the art (and abuse?) of communication -- in ways that the author might not even intend.

  • The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell & Bill Moyers. Can you believe that I didn't have a copy of this on my shelves? Outrageous! And now remedied.

  • Politics by Aristotle. Again, another addition to the Rhetoric shelf. One of those must-reads.

  • The Last Temptation by Nikos Kazantzakis. I only recently watched the Scorsese film, loved it, and I think the book looks to be just as interesting and thought-provoking. I think it's funny (in the ironic type of way) that Christians and the Church are so scared and distrustful of films/texts that dare to question or push the envelope of their faith systems. I can remember the HUGE uproar over the film in the 80's, and for what? The end result is a film that should only confirm the sacrifice and godliness of Jesus and his death to his believers. But that's another post for another time.


All those books, and I still have another 35 dollars to spend on another visit! Life is good.

Right now I've got an empty apartment, a hot bath, and an episode of The Daily Show to look forward to.

ttfn!

Tuesday, July 06, 2004



Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?


[Another Quiz by Kris
@ couplandesque.net]


Heh. I don't know if this really sounds like me, but being the online quiz-whore that I am, you know I had to post this.

Who knew that the 90's had subcultures?!



Every grrrl needs a hero or two in her life. Maybe I'll make this a regular feature of my site.

I've got a couple heroes to mention today. First, big hero props to LT for pointing me to his retired mechanic of a dad -- who so kindly looked at my car and diagnosed the problem. I've got a prescription for my ailing Beretta, and hopefully she'll be purring (and not sputtering) in the near near future.

Another important hero to me today is Mike back home. He's my always reliable, just a cell phone call away mechanic and general fixer-upper. He also works as a great calmer-downer when a slightly hysterical grrrl calls him when her car is acting up. It's nice to know I can call someone up, at a moment's notice, in order to ask what kind of fuel additive to buy at Canadian Tire.

The other heroes today have to be the good ole boys at the Great Canadian Oil Change here in Sutherland. Not only did I get a discount, but I also got my oil changed and a new fuel filter as well. Apparently the last place I had my oil changed didn't secure my filter very well, and it was leaking badly -- needless to say, I won't be going back there.

Thus concludes my car's "spa day" of sorts, today. Not only did she get a check-up, but she's got new fluids, a freshly washed interior and exterior -- and not to mention a brand-new (controversial? at least thought-provoking) bumper sticker.

Not a bad day at 'tall.

p.s. I'm still on the hunt for one other sticker to put on my car -- here are some possibilites or maybe this one.


Monday, July 05, 2004
Patriotic Ketchup -- or, who knew a condiment could be subversive?!

"You don't support Democrats. Why should your ketchup?"

You'll never go back to Heinz again after trying W Ketchup.

... Just in case you're looking for that perfect condiment to go with your "freedom fries."

(all together now -- )

Latest literary obsessions -- Wise Blood by Flannery O'Connor and Beyond magazine (as suggested by him and her).

I'm really liking Beyond -- its self-description reads:

Beyond is a nonprofit, independent magazine that explores what it means to be truly human.

Beyond delves into the questions and ideas that wake us up to where we come from, who are are, and where we are going.

We help our readers reflect on their lives while inspiring them to be instruments of justice, compassion, beauty, and meaning.

We collaborate with writers, poets, thinkers, activists, art lovers, philosophers, and readers to produce a well designed, thought provoking magazine.

We also strive to develop a community of readers and creators that continue to interact outside the pages of Beyond through online and face-to-face connections.

I also hold many of their favorite things as my own.

Many quotes I'm coming across in issue 13 strike me as excellent fodder for the commonplace book in my head. Quotes like these:

Even in your hobbies, has there not always been ... something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat's side? Are we not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for?

You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it
tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest -- if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself -- you would know it.

Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say "Here at last is the thing I was made for."

We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we meet our [spouses] or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows [spouse] or friend or work.

While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.
(CS Lewis)


When I grow up, I want to be able to write and evoke like this.

More about Beyond later.


Sunday, July 04, 2004
Here's Where the Story Ends
The Sundays


People I know, places I go
Make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said
The books that you read
Were all I loved you for

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for

Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colourful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends


Top Ten George W. Bush Complaints About "Fahrenheit 9/11"

10. That actor who played the President was totally unconvincing

9. It oversimplified the way I stole the election

8. Too many of them fancy college-boy words

7. If Michael Moore had waited a few months, he could have included the part where I get him deported

6. Didn't have one of them hilarious monkeys who smoke cigarettes and gives people the finger

5. Of all Michael Moore's accusations, only 97% are true

4. Not sure - - I passed out after a piece of popcorn lodged in my windpipe

3. Where the hell was Spider-man?

2. Couldn't hear most of the movie over Cheney's foul mouth

1. I thought this was supposed to be about Dodgeball


(via Jeff)


I need some cave time.

Cave time, as it's come to be known in the Bennetch household, is that time when you're holed up in your room -- usually with a book -- and you use that time to get back that internal energy you're missing.

I'm just worn out. Since coming home on Tuesday, I've been busy every single night. I just want an empty apartment, a warm bath, and a long sleep.

We'll see how that empty apartment thing works out, it's a little more complicated when you're living with roommates who have an annoying habit of being home all the time. ;)

Today is the Fourth of July, so a happy birthday shout-out to the homeland is in order. This is only the 2nd time I've missed a fourth, the first being when I was in Austria for 3 weeks in 1996. I don't know another American in Saskatoon to call up and sing to.

My car is acting up again. That's not a fun feeling, considering my most reliable car help is thousands of miles away. I have a decent car shop here, but that still doesn't stop my worrying that this repair could be "the big one." The main problem with my car is the fact that it sputters whenever it first starts -- could be a fuel injection problem, could be a transmission problem, could be any number of problems -- compounded at once. I'll take it in tomorrow, and will probably post something pitiful about how much it'll cost me.

I know that I shouldn't, but I have this tendency to link my independence to my automobile. Without one, I feel pretty trapped -- while it'll be okay this summer, when I can get around by walking and riding the bike, I still like to have reliable, four-wheeled type abilities.

And with that, I'll close this Eeyore-ish post. ttfn.


Saturday, July 03, 2004


How to make a becky
Ingredients:

3 parts friendliness

5 parts ambition

5 parts energy
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little lustfulness if desired!



Friday, July 02, 2004


I saw something today that I know you wouldn't be happy about. No, it wasn't a terrorist lurking around a corner waiting to pounce, nor was it any of the conspicuously-missing weapons of mass destruction.

Nope, instead it was Michael Moore's latest, Fahrenheit 9/11.

I KNOW you can't be happy about this film -- especially at this point of the year, so close to the election.

You can't be happy about some of the conclusions it draws, linking your family and business associates so closely to the Saudi government and the Bin Laden family itself.

You definitely won't like seeing your own words used against you, time and time again.

I doubt you'll be pleased seeing the pain you've caused in the lives of not only the countless innocent Iraqi civilians whose lives you've upturned (not to mention killed) -- but also the pain in the lives of the families of the 862 soldiers (and counting) killed in your pet-project nation-building/oil-deal-making/"freedom"-instilling war.

Sure, you've got your cronies working hard to downplay what Moore is saying in the film. Heck, you've even got a Conservative-watchdog group Move America Forward working overtime to threaten and intimidate theatre owners from showing the film as well as the FEC working to make it illegal for Moore to advertise his film after July 30th. Not bad -- just think, if only you and your cronies could expend this much energy in improving our national image with our global neighbors, maybe we wouldn't be hated in so many places.

But Mr. President, Moore's film is something that the American public needs to see. Sure, you're going to find people that are dead set on nit-picking every conclusion he makes, but for every article that refutes the film, you'll find another that affirms it:

Yes, Fahrenheit 9/11 is propaganda, in the same way the nightly news is, or the front page of your daily paper. It's just that Moore is more upfront with the point he is trying to make. Critics contend that Moore is framing the president. Not quite. He builds his case with the president's own words, numerous damning facts and the testimony of those most affected by the war.

Maybe that's what is great about our country -- and something that you or your Administration can't take away, no matter how many Patriot Acts you sponsor or countries you invade ... it's the power of free speech, and the abilities of the US public to decide who they want to lead their country.

Sure, there are some things in the movie that deliberately slanted in order to make you look bad -- but you have to admit, with all the initiatives and press conferences you've given in the last two years concerning the "War on Terror," you're a pretty easy target to hit -- missile guiding systems or no.

I'm just hoping that lots of American voters will go out and see this film and then decide for themselves what they think. I don't necessarily want anyone to be deceived into realizing what a creep you are -- but if this film can get them to at least question some of the decisions you've made in the last few years, then I'm all for it.

Sleep well in the White House, Mr. President -- but don't get too comfortable. You'll need to start looking for a new place after November 4th.

Sincerely (but don't expect MY vote in November) yours,

Rebekah Bennetch.



Thursday, July 01, 2004
Oy, going non-stop again.


Off to party at Jordon and Wendy's. He's even set up a web cam to catch all of the festivities. Yes, we are classifed as blogging geeks. At least I am, anyway.

I made patriotic cookies, in honor of Canada Day. There's some irony for you -- an American celebrating Canada Day with gusto. I would take a picture of them to post for all to see, but of course I left my picture-transferring cable in Savannah.

Tonight it's free music and cheesy fireworks.

Happy Canada Day!



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