31 Aug 2007, 7:07pm
Ponderings
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Where were you when…an era ended or started?

There’s quizzes and timelines for each decade of the last century Year by Year.

For years I dabbled with the idea of becoming a history professor. It seemed a likely projection from my interests (among many other likely options). I bored my parents on road trips always mapping out museums en route. They’d traipse thru sometimes but it was mostly “my [baffling to them] thing”. I took 6 history courses in high school. There was always so much potential for learning but after many courses, although things were sketched and drawn, it felt as anti-climatic as a lottery. Men, wars, dates. Multiple choice quiz. Wars, dates, men. Multiple choice quiz. Repeat.

I took a few in university. Local History, History of Science, Art History, and effectively history not practice, in the courses on Christianity and Islam.

I did papers or projects on Tecumseh, Gandhi, Ponce de Leon, Adolf Hitler, The Chinese Civil War and the Cultural Revolution, Pauline Johnson, Star Trek’s Political Allegories, The Orange Order, and a newspaper publisher from New England in the 1700s. (I’ve been trying to dredge his name but nothing yet.)

I’m surprised at how many were men. It seems self-contradictory but Hubby proposed that that was a feminist response. I’d research who interested me. I wouldn’t learn about the women I could access if they didn’t have interesting models of lives. I’d learn regardless of gender not in blind allegiance to the concept. Seems solid.

The special projects helped but still every course felt like such a superficial survey even after 20 years of school. I was largely in tertiary or secondary opinions. I wanted to touch the past and not have too many hands between it and myself. Perhaps I could have pursued archeology or archival science. Perhaps I still can.

How’d I get to these back water days? More than likely my lines of thought got stirred by this media barrage of the face of she-formerly-known-as-Princess-Diana.

Where were you…when many people were united by definitive moments? Were you paying attention to these common foci?

  • when Mohandas Gandhi died… I was deep in the microfilm of newspaper reels at the National Library. I had known he was no longer with us of course, but lost in the slow unfolding of stories day by day, the announcement hit me like a ton of bricks.
  • when John F. Kennedy was killed…The first I knew of him was the loss of him as a starting point, dovetailed inextricably with the I have a dream speech.
  • when Martin Luther King was shot…I wasn’t born either but I was deep in the pages of his wife’s autobiography when I first felt its impact.
  • when Apollo first landed on the moon…It was the neutral foundation of first knowledge.
  • when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded… I wasn’t following the story. 2 or 3 classes were pulled out the classrooms and crammed into one room with a TV replaying the news loop. Teachers told us something important had happened. I still have the mental image of the plumes v-ing off but it’s abstract.
  • when Gene Roddenbury died… I was walking down Baseline Rd on a sunny afternoon, going to university, passing a newspaper box, just west of Merivale Rd. It felt like a personal loss.
  • when the Berlin Wall came down… my uncle was driving me to the National Library to research 1800s census records. We were just past Bayshore on the 417 and he hushed me, cranked the radio and went pale. We listened to the news. The world has changed I knew from his reaction but I hadn’t known that there was a wall.
  • when the OJ Simpson verdict came… I was peripherally aware of people glued obsessively to the trial. I was at home in the kitchen when my mom told me. It was dismissed as an American media thing. Bible study was something that mattered far more at the time.
  • when Diana died… it didn’t register as an event. Nice enough lady I’m sure…
  • when the Great Black Out happened… I was on vacation and the Eastern side of North America blinking out didn’t impact. I read and went for walks as usual.

When Apartheid fell… when the Millennium turned…when the Ice Storm hit these I remember from a historical calm already. Perhaps that’s what drew me towards history. Hand-in-hand with the desire and curiosity to know and understand everything, this sense of sense drew me, the completedness of stories, how it all turned out, the diversity of interpretations that were already gathered or could still be added to. The complexity, the puzzle mixed with the emotional simplicity of distance. Perhaps a seeking backwards for wisdom. Wanting to do hard science would pull forward, preoccupied with futures, and language and linguistics was something in the eternal present that won out. That and the serendipity of the professor and the trail of delicious breadcrumbs that led on.

Quote: “We love the precepts for the teacher’s sake.” — George Farquhar

Link: Animation World Network has animation shorts.

30 Aug 2007, 8:58pm
General
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This And a Hasty That

Narrative may be a bit tricky to string at this beady-eyed hour, but most surely life’s got a lovely texture to it.

art zoom
Here’s some lovely impasto spotted.

I’m not doing as well as I might at being ambiblogstrous these days. However, I am having a good time.

As is apparently the cat who is galloping the length of the place.

I’m about 2 dozen comments behind in acknowledging comments. *sigh* I frustrate myself sometimes.

Bottom line: I have heard/read.

In some cases, so much after the fact, or words didn’t immediately spring to mind.

I suppose I can only get away with a reply of a verbal P: nod so many times before it’s odd.

I know there’s a scarcity of photos of me around here. Remedy?
us as a couple
A picture of hub and I.

Thought that Doesn’t Fit: Moon Night by Anjey Satori in Healing Sounds of Tibet has a owly note sequence that repeats that’s the same woo-oo-oo-oo-oo as Lorne Greene’s new wilderness and somehow the song overall draw images from NFB of an abominable snowman dance where it dissolves into swirls of snow.

Quote: “You don’t just stumble into the future. You create your own future. – Roger Smith

29 Aug 2007, 6:57am
Light Link Dump
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Light and Lively

I’ve got all the ingredients lined up for cooking, and then a new idea comes my way. What to do? These popovers seem really fast to whip up another day. There’s always the future.

If anyone’s reading who was at Tree’s open mic last night “where the pennies we laid on the sun-glinted track” was the cliffhanger missing line. [The computer printer ate the words. Sheesh, even the machine’s a critic. Too wordy, it cut it. ;)]

Gardening isn’t really anywhere near over for the season.

You just have to broaden definitions a bit to Polar Gardening.


Cute Overload also has a video of kittens playing


Savage Chickens


Indexed

Blog Link: Patti on “Normal”

Food Link: The Buy Local Guide is available at justfood.ca. Ottawa Good Food Boxes brings farm food, as local as possible to bulk pick up in $10, $15 or $20 boxes.

It’s associated with principles of the U.S. Just Food grassroots programs, Local Harvest and Community Shared Agriculture. CSA is worldwide. Want to kick in at least $5 for a fundraiser raffle and potentially win cookbooks? See the details with Ariela.

Quote:“Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself,
in your way of thinking.” – Marcus Aurelius

28 Aug 2007, 10:12am
Glad Game
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Glad Game: Shifting Foci

Glad that internet is back. It left sometime yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately I lost a 2/3 of a lengthly post. (Hey, wait, that’s not gladness.)

Glad to have eaten something nutritional. That should kick in its benefits any time now.

Glad to know my body well enough to realize I’m catching myself in time but will have to pay the price for that much chocolate in system of nervousness being cranked up a notch or two. (It’s not really a good meal substitute.)

Glad to catch myself in bending over from the waist for groceries instead of lifting with the knees. Luckily no adverse oopsie there.

Glad for the excitement of cat who inspected the grocery bags, vocalizing, snuffling and pawing in each to find the chicken. (The whole binary dog vs. cat chasm breaks down as construct at individual level.)

Glad for the grocery bag which tore, but made it all the way home without tearing more or spilling any.

Glad for the clerk with hiccups who blushed and couldn’t stop, and the man who chuckled and kept giving her home remedy ideas to stop hiccupping.

Glad for the lady in the produce who complimented my blouse and chatted. She had a rich valley accent. It’s funny how accent is like music, that wormhole portal to past. Some memories jiggled and slipped looser from hearing her vowels…but they are sort of like chips in a snack machine, hung up there on the rack, undropped.

key limes

Glad that I’ve encountered key limes. I’ve heard of the pie but I never imagined why the limes were singled out by variety. (Might be because they are smaller than a ping-pong ball and not terribly lime-shaped? Huh, who knew, north of Florida I mean.)

≠ ooh, I’ve discovered a new keyboard shortcut. (option at same time with equal sign)

Glad to have converted a bit of observations into a short story on Taking Wedding Photos.

Glad to hear about the Fall Festival at St. Paul’s. September 12, 4 p.m. to 9 p.m. with Junkyard Symphony, corn on the cob and buskers, free but money donated goes to United Way.

Glad Game Break: Aside I’m cautious of thinking of too many good things in my head at once. It compresses real concentration of life, so afterwards, things could seem by comparison lower than they are. Funny because if you think of too many bad things in your head at once you net the same effect. Shouldn’t that reflexively pop up the kneejerk optimist? Anyhew,

Glad Game, resuming before yesterday Thank goodness we had a nice civil meal at a local dining room before other guests arrived as our bill came. [last I’ll mention of them.] It was a lovely anniversary dinner with requisite blinking into each other’s eyes and decompression from days in slow service, light music air conditioned space.

The Hub is so ever-patient when I’m out of sorts. He can find it amusing until I laugh at myself. [What a soul gem!]

Glad for all the social time, meeting and getting to know a little better quite a few people on Saturday (til Sunday) at the Carleton. It’s fascinating how different tones and topics arise with different people.

Glad my voice is back from the rumbly rasp. Although it was funny how my voice cut out mid-syllable in talking with David S. It hasn’t quit like that in over a year.

Which leads the thought to occur, I’ve gone all calendar year without laryngitis. I generally have it twice a year. Someone knock some wood for me – I would but I’m not superstitious. 😉

Glad that people were so positive at the Pride march. Only one abstainer felt the moral imperative to protest on religious grounds with his placard, and he was quite literally danced around with flags by a smiling wigged lady. As he walked behind the parade, there was quirky little facial expression that flitted, of pride-look-at-me, seemed to be of his feeling his own attention and performance. That was interesting to see.

Another person who dragged the soapbox in his own direction stood up on a wall as the spectators waited for the parade to come and wished them all a happy pride, extolled how great this freedom was for a for sentences then segued to how an even greater freedom is God’s love. There was a groan from the couple dozen near when he started and a few turned away but he made his small piece and was largely applauded then he went on his way. He was cheered and thanked, not jeered or ignored.

Glad you’re still reading.

Glad to have sorted from handwriting to type the start of a whack of poem starts. With rule as, no edit just transcribe, somehow 32 words still expanded into 350 but meh, had to be done sooner or later anyway.

Glad for storm spattered night and for sun soaked hours.

Glad to, reaching way back on the other side of weekend to have heard the Hawkins, McCann and Earl reading as the 14th above/ground press anniversary. More about that at length at the other blog.

New learning: With Adium IM I can be online and offline simultaneously by having some email addresses logged in and others logged out. (I wonder if there’s a way to set it so I’m all on, or all out. It’s nice to gather myself in one place at one time.)

Fits in Nowhere: Whiskers touts itself as being “with real beef” – worrisome really. It begs an assumption I never questioned. What else would it be? fake beef? And the pie crust which says Better before July 2008. Interesting. And best before? and still good when?

Photo Link: ads of fast food vs reality
(not for the feint of heart)

Darndest Things: cute kid talk

Poetry Link: The Hill by Rupert Brooke can be read there, or hear it read aloud at Classic Poetry.

26 Aug 2007, 6:32pm
General
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Happy Pride

pride ottawa parade
At the Ottawa Pride parade, one of the floats had this family.

crowd
The streets after the parade’s end.

Robin has a lot more pics from it.

The head of police, the transit company, the city, sports teams, community health centers, other work and service organizations including several churches were en route. The NDP, Green and Liberal were all out celebrating/campaigning but Conservative party was absent. Hardly a surprise yet just the same, unfortunate. Still, it can’t dampen the spirit of the spectrum of the communities.

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