Tuesday, February 28, 2006

"Don't Waste the Pretty"

Woah - I have posted every day for a week! That means a)I didn't have a stimulating spring break or b)the break gave me fodder for blogging.

One of the things I did do on this past week was break down and read the infamous trash book "he's just not that into you" (or rather I read the adbridged version that skips all the sad-sack stories - thank goodness! - in place of wise tidbits). And although this line was made famous on "Sex and the City" by a man who broke up with Carrie on a Post-It Note (hence the complimentary nephew pic!) - there are some truths to be had.

And, on the heels of my last self-indulgent post ... good things for me to internalize. I may just have to use some of my neon post-its and stick kindly reminders to myself. Some of my faves:

"Better than nothing is not good enough for [me]."

"There's a guy out there who will want to tell everyone that he's your boyfriend. Quit goofing around and go find him."

"... No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing."

"Make space in your life for the glorious things your deserve."

"From this moment on ... make a solemn vow about your future relationships: no more murky, no more grey, no more unidentified, and no more undeclared. And, if at all possible, try to know someone as best you can before you get naked with them."

(are you listening Meredith?)

Monday, February 27, 2006

Me, Myself is Meredith

Yes, another post about my favourite show. It appears that Meredith is taking a lot of flack from fans for recent behavior vis-a-vis George. Yesterday's episode is being criticized for being a downer and for harming the core characters relationships beyond repair. I, personally, thought the episode was brilliant. I also found it to be a little scary. You see, as villified as she is, I am Meredith Grey. I may not have the frog-smile or be a fishstick. And I like to think that my eyes are more fabulous. But as far as her flawed character goes? I am her.Let's compare...

1. Men issues related to rejection by & absence of father ... CHECK!
2. Tendency to use alcohol and/or sex to quell sadness & pain ... CHECK!
3. Attraction to emotionally unavailable men of dreamy status ... CHECK!
4. Forgetful of personal strengths due to relationship obsessing ... CHECK!
5. Childhood view of mother who was impossible to live up to ... CHECK!
6. Realization that mother is not a superhero ... CHECK!
7. Lost as to how to deal with mother's frailties ... CHECK!
8. One good friend that always says it like it is ... CHECK!
And her two most recently revealed attributes:
9. Will sleep with a decent male friend for the wrong reasons ... CHECK!
10. Will trick herself into believing she can be "just friends" ... CHECK!

Seriously, who needs self-help when there is "Grey's Anatomy"! :)

NOTE: Since my best friend fails to comment on my site that much ... I add a recent email comment that came under the subject "Yes, you are Meredith":
After B. and I watched Grey's Anatomy last night, I
looked over at him and said "Raye," to which he
replied "No kidding." Nice comparison chart on your
blog, by the way.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

A Poem

Untitled

Moments be gone
that cannot be controlled.
Let memories be sweet
in the furture untold.

Small buds of promise
left to wither and dry
in the minds of the fearful
who dare not to try.

Drown in a crimson river
that flows beyond its sands.
A tide to be stemmed
runs through weak hands.

Its life is the love
beyond wisdom and choice -
the reminder of freedom
one hopes never to voice.

Tears without moisture.
Sobs yet to borrow.
The scent in the air
is the death of tomorrow.

A garden of joy?
So much is not to be.
Trapped by thorns of time -
release me.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Happy Blogaversary to Me

Today marks the one year anniversary of my raye of sunshine blog. Started in the midst of my spring break doldrums last year, this online diary has become one of my joys over the last 12 months. Yes, I am a narcissistic fool at times. Yes, I like that I can say things to an audience - even if it's a silent one. Yes, I like the blue background with the little dots! Yes, I love my discovery of new applications that have allowed me to share more moments with more style. I am the lady in the red hat - taking my moment to stand out in a crowd - sometimes happy, sometimes lonely, sometimes satistied just to contemplate...

I did most of the feelings recap for my year when I wrote my 100th post in September. What struck me about this anniversary is that in my first post I had just been accepted to my MBA program. Now, I almost done my first year! Much has changed. Last February I was excited by the prospect of being able to complete my degree within a year. Now I find myself moving into a part-time stream and about to tackle a new full-time job in April! Yes, I am employed. I am returning to the non-profit organization that has given me so many opportunities in my life. I will be managing the finances of the regional office in Atlantic Canada. I am moving out of the field and into the office. It is both daunting and exhilarating at the same time. So my life is about to dramatically change once more. Stay tuned for the next installment!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Bio-Blog #1 ... Dave

So my Bio-Blog series starts today. I had this feeling of my far-flung friends reading this site and having no idea about each other. Also, I truly love my friends as they are the energy and support that feeds my soul when I need it. So this new weekly series (lets see how many friends I really have!) starts with a profile of Dave - the man who gave me the idea in the first place!

I am...CANADIAN (er, well I am Dutch too...dual passport)
I can...speak Japanese.
I love...making movies (well, home movies)
I will never...compromise my beliefs again to accomodate popular cultural dogma

What is your sign?
The crab thingy
Where were you born? Canadia!, er, more specifically London, Ontario
Where do you live now? Tokyo, Japan

What has been the best place you've visited in between and why?

Haifa, Israel
because I can visit the Baha'i holy places and it is on of the most beautiful
and interesting places in the world. Haifa is a melting pot of 4 major world
religions. The Baha'i Faith, Judaism, Christinaity and Islam. Never boring.

What is your favourite:
Movie - Star Wars, the original, the best, the '77 one.
Book - Jurassic Park (Crichton at his best)
TV Show - Battlestar Galactica
Drink - Green Tea or in Japanese, Ocha

Who is your celebrity hottie of choice?
Angelina Jolie. Perfect woman. Followed by Tricai Helfer as Cyclon No. 6 on Battlestar galactica

If you could have lunch with anyone in the world, who would it be and why?
Clinton...as I am obsessed with American politics and international affairs. If he's busy, then Condoleeza Rice (for the same reasons) and if she has an appointment, then Steve Jobs because his story is pretty damn amazing.

How do you know Raye?
We had a one night stand in first year...uhhhhhh, I mean I met her through my friend Cathy. I didn't like her at all. Not one bloody bit. But she changed my mind. Glad she did.

What 3 words would you use to describe Raye?

Loyal, Forgiving and Confident

Do you have your own website? Yes I do
web.mac.com/davidvink/iWeb
or if you have an older browser....than
http://web.mac.com/davidvink/iWeb/davidvink/Dave.html

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Meeting Maud

On Tuesday I had wandered past the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia and made a mental note that I must visit. Tonight, a visit to the AGNS became an "executive decision" by Greg & Wade as to what they would be doing if I wanted to tag along. Sadly, we got there 40 mins before closing and did not feel up to paying the $10 fee to tour the entire gallery.

What we did get to see was the special presentation of Maud Lewis' home. Her tiny abode has been renovated and transported to the gallery itself. I had never heard of Maud Lewis before, but she is, apparantly a well-known Atlantic artist. She began her career painting Christmas cards in the early 1900s. Each winter painting definately recalls the holiday cards of my youth with the snow-laden evergreens, horse-drawn sleds and alert pairs of deer. Her "naive" paintings - most no larger than a standard piece of paper - are now worth about a couple thousand dollars. But what touched me most was the tale of her life. Featuring a photo of the munchkin-like Maud, her story is one of struggle and success. It is a sweet, old-world history of a childlike woman and how she came to live and paint in a home adorned with flowers and butterflies with her fisherman husband. So glad I took the time to see it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Coming This Friday...

Recently I re-connected online with a friend from my first attempt at university - Dave. He has a great website that is totally more flash than mine and a joy to read. As part of his blog, he has this neat feature of mini-biographies of his friends. The last time I had a website I stole my friend Cathy's profile concept. This time, I am stealing Dave's "blogography" idea. So, starting THIS Friday you can read the first Bio-Blog post featuring, of course, Dave! Check back each Friday for a new friend.

(Note: the Empire publicity poster was a gift from Dave. I finally get my Leia moment! You can see my bio on his site here.)

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Under the Covers

Today I took some time to engage in an afternoon nap. This is something I can do because:
a) I am currently on spring break and
b) I am fully aware that in one month I won't be able to see straight as I'll be scarily busy
so why not sleep a bit now!

The thing about the matinee sleep is how awesome it feels. First of all, I have the best fabric combination going on in my bed at the moment. I have my T-shirt fabric sheets on the bottom and my duvet + vellux blanket mix on top. It is a haven of sensory joy. And then I strip down and settle into all that soft fabric. You see, I'm a very tactile person. I think the sense of touch is the most influential for me beyond sight - and sliding into a perfect-temperature bed is one of my greatest loves. And it made me realize how important touch is to my happiness.

We all know how important it is to hold infants as they grow. It is vital to their development that they be cuddled. But what happens to us when we get older? What happens when we go without being held for a long time? I grew up in a hugs-filled home. I have also been fortunate to work in a number of familial work environments wherein hugs were the norm for greetings and goodbyes. But recently, I find that my hug quotient has diminished over time. I have full days where I don't even converse with people let alone have human touch and even less often engage is loving (platonic or otherwise) embraces. And I know it is having a negative affect on me. So my bed has become my surrogate hugger. It keeps me warm as I wrap myself in the fantastic folds of warmth. I feel safe and secure as I cuddle myself in my bed and sink into the cotton. It's not as good as those moments when you can let your weight fall into another person and feel them weigh into you until you reach that balancing point but it'll do.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Best Picture Reviews

In two weeks time, the guys from PriceWaterhouseCoopers with the sealed briefcases will walk into the Kodak theatre to deliver the envelopes that contain the winners of the 78th annual Oscars. This year's nominees all offer tales about the human condition. They explore the moments, the relationships, the losses, the desires and the consequences that can only occur between people.
And they are the things that make movies grand.



Brokeback Mountain
There is an inherent danger in seeing a film late in its release. What happens is you tend to hear too much about that film that can skew your view and hinder your experience. So, if you're just reading this review cause you haven't seen Brokeback Mountain yet, I feel for you! For me, the issue was the constant commentary about Brokeback as a great love story. That was not my experience. But that doesn't mean that the film is not good.

Brokeback is, to me, a story of tragedy. It is romantic in the same way that many of Shakespeare's "romances" are - that is tragic! Brokeback is a study of suppression and of desperately unhappy survival. Neither of these things is romantic or lovely. Both however, do create ample acting fodder for the lead actors.


Brokeback is truly Heath Ledger's movie. As Ennis del Mar he carves out a character that is fully realized and incredible to watch. There are few young actors out there who could portray the inner turmoil that centers Ennis. Heath makes it look natural and easy. On the other hand, Jack Twist is a less-challenging character but he is still ably brought to life by Jake Gyllenhal - emerging finally from his boyish coccoon to be a man. The relationship between the two begins as the young men are stationed alone on the titular mountain for a summer of herding sheep. They fall into an intimate affair that becomes both their oxygen and suffocation for the rest of their lives.

The film is framed around the "inappropriateness" of their attraction. Over 20 years we follow the men as they do the expected: get married, have children, work and fight to find moments together free from threat. My one issue is that the relationship is portrayed as more aggressive than I would expect. The sexual moments between the men all occur early in the movie and possess a solid combative edge to the passion. What we never see is tender intimacy between the men as their relationship matures later in life. This directive choice hurt my feelings for the relationship as it sensationlized rather than personalized the male love concept.

I also found the relationship unbalanced. And I am, perhaps, the only viewer who felt this way. There is one moment in the film when Jack is confessing his sexual history and anticipating the consequences of his sins. Ennis' response is that he hasn't had such opportunities to sin which suggested to me that he was inexperienced. Thus, as the film progresses, it felt to me that Jack was, in truth, a homosexual man but Ennis was tortured by his desire for his first love - the man who took his virginity. From this angle, the entire story becomes even more painful to endure. Then again - I may have imagined the whole thing!

Beyond these issues, Brokeback succeeds as a well-crafted film. Ang Lee has built a beautiful marriage of story and scenery. He has coaxed an incredible supporting performance from Michelle Williams - who holds her own opposite the aforementioned amazing Heath. He has incorporated a musical score that is intoxicating. In the end he has sculpted a short-story into a deliberate exploration of longing. And, he has done so while leaving the audience with topics to discuss. That's what great film-making is all about.

Crash
Don Cheadle's character opens the film with a commentary that includes the line "have to crash into each other" to sum up the nature of isolation and violence inherrent to life in Los Angeles. And his words set the stage for a series of crashes within the film. I'm sure this idea sounded fantastic in the pitch!

Crash is written and directed by Paul Haggis - a good ole Canadian boy. It's likely his distance from the American way-of-life that allowed him to pen a tale that is so direct. He's also the guy that wrote last year's Million Dollar Baby so it's clear that he understands solid writing and dramatic flair. The downside is that he's not much of a director. The film is full of unnecessary touches (melodramatic slow-mos, the use of pop music to distraction) and easy-to-see-coming connections. Still, it has its moments.

The best of these moments are the ones you DON'T see coming. The moment when the two black youths are lamenting the "threat" they represent and then they ARE car jackers. The moment when Thandie Newton recognizes Matt Dillon's cop and freaks out. The moment when Ryan Phillipe becomes what he depises. The constructed moments are less inspirational and will fall flat to anyone who has seen enough movies to foretell filmic contrivances.

Crash has made an impact on many viewers. It puts racial viewpoints clearly on the table and doesn't get squeamish about the potential consequences. I think the harshness of the movie will hit those who have experienced the influence and results of race first hand. For myself, with a life free of racial conflict or fear or rampant gun possession, the story remains within the frames of the film. But maybe, if I lived in L.A. it would be a different story and I would feel the impact of the crash.

Capote
I saw Capote in an almost-full theatre on a Friday afternoon - that's what a bit of Oscar buzz does for a movie. Capote is one of those kinds of movies that "cinema" people like alot. It is deliberate, built on character, and feels like a play. If you like those things alot than I've already given it a solid endorsement for you. But those attributes can also mean it moves slow, uses alot of close-ups, and doesn't need the big screen to be effective. Good for Capote that it nails the positives and is a worthwhile viewing experience.

My first concern before seeing the film was that Philip Seymour Hoffman's affected accent would drive me nuts. I'd seen the previews and was not amused. But in the context of the film it is brilliant. I know nothing about Truman Capote, but PSH performance gives him life on screen. Initially, the title of the film feels misleading as the story follows Capote's experiences in writing his book "In Cold Blood" rather than being an actual autobiography. But the title becomes perfect as the story is truly about the character of Capote and how he managed to coax his monumental novel out of the situation and himself. If the tact of the film is to be believed than the book's title can also apply to Capote's behaviour in the ordeal. His self-satisfying drive to write his book and his complete disregard for those involved that he needed. At times, PSH makes the manipulation palpable. It's a triumph of a performance.

Then again, Capote may play better as a play. Capote's monologues are ideally suited to the stage but do not translate as effectively to the screen format. The truly secondary nature of the supporting characters is also felt more strongly in a film than it would be on stage. I am amazed at Catherine Keener's Oscar nomination as her role offers little to enhance or alter the film. As well, other solid actors (Chris Cooper, Bruce Greenwood) are essentially side-lined. The only stand-out is Clifton Collins Jr. as the criminal Perry who imbues his role with a wonderful mix of vulnerability and menace. He is someone who was gravely over-looked in the nomination race as his performance is the counter-balance to PSH. I believe that Collins is on his way to becoming the next Sam Rockwell - and that's a compliment.

In the end, Capote is intoxicating. It is easy to get caught up in wanting to know the ending as much as Capote himself needs to know. As well, the film creates a a fascinating portrait of the man who changed novels in America without glorifying him. If you're looking for a sound tale about touching the edge of human decency, you can do a lot worse than Capote.

Good Night & Good LuckI once got a comment on this site about not reviewing any "good" movies. The comment was aimed at my preference for Hollywood gloss over "indie/alternative/serious" cinema. Well, I was very interested in seeing this George Clooney-directed flick about McCarthy-ism for two reasons:
1) I am fascinated by stories of Americans infringing on each other's rights
2) The casting couldn't have been better
In the end, it was the second point that proved to be most fulfilled and the former to fall a little flat.
Good Night is a solid piece of film-making. It is cleanly shot in the black and white of its time period (mid-1950s). The characters are introduced through work and life as the two become intertwined. What is personal and what is professional becomes a constant question in the film. The direction focuses on the details and generates an "in the room" feeling for the viewer. Strathairn is such an absolute standout in his portrayal of Edward R. Murrow that it was eerie. Still, the film feels a bit long and ends unceremoniously in a way that leaves a tinge of dissatisfaction on an otherwise intriguing experience.

Munich
My first thought upon leaving the theatre after Munich is that it was long. I was actually relieved that it was, finally, over when the credits appeared. After two separate incidents of throwing my hands in the air over the fact that the film was STILL GOING ON, it was over. I found the denouement to be particularly long-winded and that Spielberg pushed his conclusion too far into the distance in order to squeeze in "moments" that would not have been missed (the scenes at the airport excluded - but these could have been placed earlier). So, as I left the film, it was my frustration over this mishandled ending that was on my mind. But before you think that I didn't like Munich keep reading.

For the most part, Munich is an incredibly well-crafted film. It makes sense that Spielberg is getting directing awards nominations for his work because the movie is all about direction. Although the performances are strong (in particular the actress portraying the prime minister) and the story is captivating, the triumph is in how it is constructed. Most (effective) films work on the story arc structure of a short story or a three act play. Munich feels much more like a novel. It is a full-bodied story that is driven by the evolution of character rather than plot points and action. It is deliberate in its study of the Israeli team assembled to avenge their fallen countrymen and explores issues of guilt, nationalism, humanity, destruction, loss and renewal (just to name the obvious). Although Eric Bana "leads" the team he is neither the star nor the hero of the film. The film makes it clear that "hero" is a relative and personal term and stars are in the eye of the beholder.

The thing that most impressed me about Munich were the visuals - again, a solid product of the film's overall conception. Spielberg has left many of his tricksy moves off the screen and the audience is rewarded for their omission. Instead, we get the powerful images of slaughter, an assassination that ends in a vibrant pool of blood and milk, a sticky victim dragging himself across the street, and the realism of rivers of red running down a naked chest. The film excellently portrays these moments with a horror, one that is felt first hand by the characters themselves. Violence begets violence in a visual style that doesn't cheat or insult the viewer.

In the end, Munich will leave most viewers in awe and will (hopefully) stimulate conversation over vengeance, violence and visuals. I just wish it had ended 20 minutes earlier.

NOW... for something a little different!
Upon my comments post-viewing that the film was too long, Greg expressed that maybe I shouldn't have the ultimate opinion! Normally, Greg likes my reviews but this time he was ready to put out some opinions of his own! My only caveat was that he actually had to WRITE something! So here is his review to counter my own (which I had to write BEFORE I could read his!) ... enjoy!


Munich is an interesting and thoughtful film worth viewing at the movies. I was very surprised with the scope of this movie. I was expecting this film to be a retelling of the Munich Olympic massacre, but the film quickly deviates and expands from this horrible event. The film’s basic premise is what happens after the massacre.

The film delivers lots to think about but it doesn’t hit you over the head with the message. You are clearly left to think that violence leads to violence, you can’t achieve peace through violence (see George Bush), the CIA have their fingers in everything (George Bush again), and that the Palestinians need their own country. It is ironic that Israel was born out of violence, and now the Palestinians are trying the same method (violence) to get their own country at the expense of the Israelis. All great messages. One message that I would add is one mans terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter. It is all in your view point. The Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir (Lynn Cohen) steals all the scenes she is in. She should be nominated for Best Supporting Actor. Geoffery Rush is great, as always.

A few things that I didn’t like about the film:
1. It wasn’t clearly shown that the German’s freed the three Palestinian terrorists to protect their own citizens.

2. The Israel retribution squad’s moral dilemma. I don’t buy it at all. In real life they were likely hardened assassins relishing the chance for revenge.

The film isn’t not for everyone. But it should appeal to politic-minded people who would like to see into the secret world of assassins and terrorists. So if you are keen feel free to Google Operation Spring of Youth about the Lebanon mission, or Black September. This movie is an amazing and serious story, vividly portrayed by Spielberg.

-Greg

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Baby Steps in Motion

Im trying something new! I was SO stoked about seeing Taggart walk that I figured I had to share the action with everyone.
Since I'm not that tech-savvy, I found this site called YouTube that offers a free upload service for videos. We'll see how things go. So just click the link and enjoy this first flick! (Note: I think I "fixed" the link so you should be able to watch this now!!)

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Nice Ice ... I Need a Drink!

The sun was a blazing red ball staring through my window as I sat down to watch tonight's Olympic free skate for the men. My love of mens figure skating is well-documented (I was about to put my partying on hold this Friday night until the event was over!) and although I can't tell an axel from a toe-loop I do know what I like.

What I'm not liking anymore is Sandhu. I was once exicted by his Bambi-eyes and choreographical innovation, but I am sorry to say Emanuel that your diva-ass is now officially off my love-list. Maybe when you finally decide that you want to be a figure skater you can work your way back into my good graces but it's not going to happen with performances like today. In a special "Fifth Estate" documentary on Sunday your coach wondered aloud if your interest in modelling out-weighed your interest in skating. In spite of our protestations, I think she knew. You love the spotlight. You love the attention. But your commitment sucks and it shows when you don't bring your acknowledged world-class artistry to the ice for the Olympics. Enjoy 13th place ... it's an appropriate fit. [Translation from Tanya: You didn't bring your A game!]

Maybe Sandhu could take a few pointers from Shawn Sawyer who ranked one place higher. In his Olympic debut Sawyer (who edged out the favoured Chris Mabee to get to Italy) showed the world what it looks like to go out and fight for it. He poured every ounce of his energy and talent into 2.5 & 4.5 segments. Compared to the Canadian grandfather of skating - Tolar Cranston - Sawyer showed immense poise and flexibility. He may not have the technical chops yet but he's got a package that will be challenging many in four years time!

And finally to Buttle. Jeffrey!!!! Way to go to the up-and-comer who is now "the man" of Canadian skating. If the boyish Buttle was dancing around the preening shadow of Sandhu for the last couple of year he officially blotted it out with his performance today. Commencing in 6th place, the likelihood of a medal was slim in the face of the competition. But Buttle put it all out on the ice, including an attempted quad, and secured a BRONZE medal. It was a tense finish as two skaters followed Buttle, both with an arsenal sufficient to knock him soundly off the podium. But the marks held up and a bronzed Buttle puts Canada back on the blocks of celebrated mens skaters. Although far outsight the league of Gold medalist Plushenko, Buttle has created an alternative league of his own. It is one that favours solid choreography, excellent spins, and that little bit of spice that is often lost in the highly technical jumping acts of his rivals. I've often said that Buttle is the next Kurt Browning - they both have that *wink* in their skating - and it was nice to see Buttle beat the Browning Olympic curse! Say hello to the new face of Canadian skating! I can't wait for the worlds in Calgary now!!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Have a Little Heart

When I was in grades 1 & 2 we would build heart-shaped envelopes out of red construction paper and post them in the hallway outside the classroom door. Each of us would decorate our heart and what for that time on the morning of Valentine's Day when we distribute, collect and count our classmates' valentines. My mom would take us to the store to buy the book with the perforated images to punch out and sign. The challenge was to find the right valentine for each person. The one with the best picture, most accurate saying, cutest comment. Since those moments I have always been a sucker for the cheesy value of retro-budget valentines cards. Over the years I have sent valentines of various kinds to my friends far and near. For me, valentine's day has never been a romantic event. I have never had a real relationship on this day of hearts and so, I have never moved beyond my feelings of V-day as nothing more than a cute and nostalgic experience from childhood. The roses, jewelery, and chocolates are lost on me. I know that someday my own special Ralph will "choo-choo-choose me". Until then? Happy Heart Day to you all.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Italian Distraction

Oh CBC, you know I love you but your relentless coverage of the Torino Olympics is like quicksand! Two days into the big event and I'm easily shoving my "homework" and "research" aside in order to watch Jennifer Heil win Gold in women's moguls and Cindy Klassen take Bronze in speed skating. But I gotta say that the womens' hockey is boring. We are kicking ass SO HUGE (16-0 over Italy, and 12-0 over Russia!!) that it's almost sad. With two weeks left I wonder if I will ever get anything done!?
Key events on my schedule include:
13th - pairs figure skating
14th - mens figure skating (happy valentine's day to me!)
15th - mens freestyle skiing moguls
16th - mens figure skating - medals!!
19th - ice dance figure skating
20th - womens hockey GOLD medal game
21th - mens hockey CDN vs. CZE - brunch game!
22th - mens PGS snowboarding
23th - womens figure skating & mens aerials
26th - mens hockey GOLD medal game (can I assume this?) at 8AM!!!
GO CANADA GO!!!

Friday, February 10, 2006

Clear as Will Be

There has been a recent shift in my thinking these days. After weathering a month of hurt, hope and heartache I figured it was time to finally do some healing. Not just healing of the immediate things, but an overall reflection and reconstruction of myself. My theme for this process is "clarity".

Once before this word had resonance for me ... my yearbook quote the year I graduated from highschool stated that "you must strive to see clearly around you" from Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. But this time, the clarity is different. Whereas Dumas' hero must be wary of the enemies around him, I must be wary of my enemy within. My new search is about striving to see ME clearly. It's an exciting and empowering time echoed in a weekly paper's horoscope last week that began with a quote from one of my favourite authors (OH! the convergence!)...

"We are what we pretend to be," wrote author Kurt Vonnegut, "so we must be careful about what we pretend to be." This is excellent advice to keep at the forefront of your awareness during the coming weeks, Pisces. ... There's not necessarily anything wrong with playing a role if that role is in alignment with your highest values. In fact, to make believe that you are the person you want to be is an excellent strategy for actually becoming the person you want to be.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Kiss This!


This is me kissing a fish.
On January 27, the MBA program hosted its annual International Potluck.
This year, the gang from Newfounland offered up a quickie "Screeching In" ceremony for us non-Atlantic folk.
So, althought the fish ain't a cod and I wasn't ON the island, the screech and the newf (shout out to Rob!) were real!
And it may not have been a frog prince ... but a girl does what she can!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Gotta Get on Grey

There is a reason that the only CAN'T miss show for me is "Grey's Anatomy" and it was in solid effect with this past Sunday's episode. This show just keeps getting better. Although I'm still not a fan of the titular Meredith Grey (she has a fish-mouth smile), the remainder of the cast is one of the most-inspired since the original "er". It's also likely that Grey's will take over the "er" position as the best medical soap on TV - its SOOOO good. Yes, I'm not telling you anything about it cause you have to watch and discover for yourself. True, there are no surgeons with the humanity of Burke in real life. True, you can love the character of Bailey but wouldn't want to actually work for one. True, there is NO chemistry between Sheppard and Addison and that whole charade just needs to stop now. But when a show has a cliff-hanger of the central character with her arm stuck in a patient's body cavity with her hand around a potentially live-round of ammunition? You pay attention.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Souptacular

This past week I made Butternut Squash Soup for the first time. I have never really made a soup from scratch before so this was a bit of an experiment. I think it turned out lovely. I actually sauteed a ton of orange & red peppers and added them to the mix so the soup had a solid peppers undertone. And I LOVE the flavour of squash thanks to my time in Australia (where its called pumpkin). And I finished it off with dill - my spice of choice - and a dash of parmesan cheese - for some kick. Overall, I was very chuffed with my first attempt. However, I did not make enough soup to share so the opinions of my concoction are really limited to myself and, considering my love of "bland" food, may not be the most informed. Greg did manage to snag a bowl but his comments have not yet been voiced to verify merit in my soup styling. But it was a start - I can only get better from here!

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Pubbing

February kicks into gear with a rain-soaked "walking tour" of Halifax watering holes. There is something so fun about being out with your friends and classmates in matching shirts. Gotta love the MC logo usage for this tour's theme. My favourite line of the night ... "How do you swipe those" ... delivered by a 60-year-old English man whilst staring at my chest. Less dramatic (for some) than the October event but still top notch. Cheers!!

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Maybe the Single Girls Understand

There are moments when no matter how swimmingly your life appears to be going you can feel a crashing thud in your social sphere. There are moments when all that effort to believe you are an amazing, intelligent, attractive, funny, sexy, understanding, caring women with something to offer is shattered. Often these moments are created in the minds of ourselves - we can be our own worst enemies. But there are other moments that you cannot control that rock you to the core. Make you feel small. Make you feel powerless and weak and sad for thinking that you could be more. These are the broken heart moments of the "modern, independent" woman.

In less than 10 days, the "in-your-face" celebration of Valentine's Day will arrive. This is the day that many will OPEN their hearts to others. They will embrace love, affection and joy. They will use sappy, commercial constructions to convey emotions they are too overwhelmed with to say themselves. For me? I see my heart close ever tighter as this day approaches. Attempts at vulnerability have been, quite soundly, rejected, and I can feel my heart begin to retreat again. I hate the notion of being closed off but it happens nonetheless. I can only take so much. I deserve more. I only wish it didn't hurt so much to get there.