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Showing posts with label off topic. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Star Trek quiz

Blame this on Richard!

I've taken the Star Trek quiz to determine which character I'm most like. I'm Deanna Troi. Does this surprise anyone? Anyone?

You are Deanna Troi

Deanna Troi 85%
Jean-Luc Picard 70%
Geordi LaForge 60%
Uhura 55%
James T. Kirk (Captain) 50%
Chekov 50%
Will Riker 50%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)50%
Spock 49%
Mr. Scott 40%
Beverly Crusher 30%
Data 27%
Worf 25%
Leonard McCoy (Bones) 15%
Mr. Sulu 5%

You are a caring and loving individual.You understand people's emotions and you are able to comfort and counsel them.
If you'd like to put off doing something you should be doing by taking the quiz, go here. It's lots of fun.
Colleen

Monday, July 23, 2007

What I love about homeschooling

Since I made a flippant, but disparaging remark about homeschoolers the other day, I thought I should set the record straight about where I stand on that issue -- I love homeschooling.

A year-and-a-half ago, my son convinced me to let him be homeschooled. He had always hated school and although he had done well, I had noticed that his enthusiasm for virtually everything had waned to nothing.

Once we moved to NS, things got worse. From a social perspective, he entered middle school and had difficulty making friends, spending most of his time alone. The kids didn't understand his humour, his vocabulary or his political commentary, although he kept the teachers in stitches. From an educational perspective, we found the school system to be uneven at best and the curriculum to be behind most other places in Canada.

I realize that I may be opening myself for a lot of criticism regarding that last remark, but the facts are the facts. I've spoken with adults who had been honour students at highschool who, when they attended university outside NS, needed remedial help in maths and sciences to keep afloat. I've spoken with a university admissions director who told me that the grades of NS students applying to universities outside the province are considered to be a full grade lower than their transcripts indicate. And then there are the national tests that rate NS students at the bottom of the provincial pack.

My son hated school so much that he'd create his own study plan then beg me to let him stay home for the week. He'd always be ahead of his class when he'd return to school. I finally gave in to the idea of homeschooling, although I had no idea what that meant and was terrified that I'd now be responsible for ensuring his future failure to get into university.

Have I ever learned a lot in the past eighteen months!

Now, I can't even figure out why we stick kids in highschool. I remember very little of what I learned there and hated the authoritarian approach. (You will take these classes. They will for XXX minutes. You will go here; you will go there.) I began thinking about how I have ever learned anything and, without exception, it has been either because I was interested in it or because I had to learn it to advance. I learned by reading and by talking with others. I remember embarrassingly little that was taught me by having me sit at a desk for 70 minutes bored out of my mind.

Despite what we are led to believe, you don't need a high school diploma to get into university; there are other ways of proving you belong there including providing a portfolio and writing an entrance exam. Students can also apply as non-degree students, get a few marks under their belts, then apply for full-time learning.

Taking out the rigid notion of high school really opens the possibilities for learning, doesn't it?

We have settled on a mix of school-at-home and unschooling in our methodology. My son is going into film studies and since the arts are so accessible in NS, he has many, many opportunities to learn. As one example, he's heading off to a two-week, film academy at the end of the month, he volunteers with the Filmmakers Co-op and the Film Festival, and has opportunities to volunteer on various productions. He will also be taking Intro to Psychology, Ethics II, Weather and American Cinema through a video-on-demand, teaching website -- all subjects he chose because he thinks they look interesting.

One year ago, he wouldn't choose subjects to study. That's right, by staying home and not dealing with the artificial environment at school, he's regaining his lost enthusiasm for learning. He has told me that when he began homeschooling, he didn't understand how to identify his learning options. "Teachers always told us what we'd learn." Now he participates quite willingly in selecting what he wants to focus on. That is a totally win-win situation to my way of thinking.

These are some of the things I love about homeschooling:

1) There is no peer pressure among the teens -- none.

2) The homeschooling kids I've met are open to various forms of dress, points-of-view and interests.

3) Kids have no fear of learning. This is so important. When asked: what if you need XXX to write an SAT? They shrug nonchalantly and say: That's okay. I'll learn it. And they do/will.

4) They have confidence in themselves. While studies show that girls loose their sense of self during four years of high school, this doesn't seem to be the case among homeschoolers.

5) My son is de-stressing (it took a whole year for this to happen) and learning to enjoy learning again.

So, flippancy aside, I'm glad we're a homeschooling family. I wish I had agreed to it earlier.

Colleen

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Be nice to tourists

Last night, I met up with some of the women I used to work with and saw a cruise ship -- looking more like an apartment complex than something that could stay afloat -- pull away from Pier 21. Today, I had lunch with a transplanted American friend downtown (Happy July 4th) and saw hundreds of tourists wandering along the harbour boardwalk. It brought to mind an incident at my bank last year and how infuriatingly dense we can be to tourists.

A woman and her husband were standing at the teller beside me. I assume they were from New York or New Jersey (I've never been great identifying accents.)

The lady says to the teller: "I wanna dollah.

The teller says: "I can give you a loony."

"I just wanna dollah."

"I can give you a loony.

"What's the mattah with her?" the woman asks her husband. "I just wanna dollah." She turns her attention back to the teller. "I wanna papah dollah."

"I've got loonies."

At this point I want to smack the teller into last week.

I lean over and say to the woman and her husband who are, at this point, probably wondering what brand of idiot we have working at our banks and regretting their decision to spend their vacation money in Nova Scotia, and say: "I'm sorry. We no longer have paper one or two dollar bills. We call our one-dollar coins loonies because there's a loon on them and our two-dollar coins toonies because it rhymes with loony. She can give you one- or two-dollar coins."

"Well, would ya gimme coins then? I just want change for a five."

C'mon people. We WANT tourists to have a good time here so they come back and so they tell their friends how great it is here. Tourism is one of our few growth markets.

Don't expect people to know our little colloquialisms. Offer assistance. Be friendly.

That's all I'm sayin'.

Colleen

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Happy 4th of July!




Greeting card link.

Hope it's a good one!

Get this man a writer

Here's another gem from the Office of the Prime Minister -- the Canada Day news release.

PRIME MINISTER HARPER CELEBRATES CANADA’S 140TH BIRTHDAY ON PARLIAMENT HILL

“Canada’s potential is as limitless as our boundless Arctic”

Need I say more?

Colleen

Friday, June 15, 2007

Chateau Montebello




U.S. President George Bush and Mexican President Felipe Calderón will join Prime Minister Stephen Harper at a North American Leaders’ Summit on August 20 and 21, 2007 in Montebello, Quebec.


Since Montebello is near my previous home in Ottawa, I thought I'd share it with you. Montebello is the largest log cabin in the world, built with 10,000 red cedar logs.

It would make the best writer's retreat.
History of the Chateau here.

It is reknown for its fireplace which is stunning.



There are some terrific photos here.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I'm homesick.
Colleen

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Care to buy a house and a book club?


I love this...
This house is for sale in the U.K. for 700,000 pounds. The only catch for the purchaser is that he/she has to commit to hosting a book club that has been meeting at the house on the third Thursday of each month. For more read here.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Guys and cats and my partner Pat

I was awakened last night by the itch of a black fly bite. The warmth of my blankets generating the maddening urge to scratch until scratch I did. After leaving enough of my DNA on the bed sheets for a Law and Order crime scene (nothing like overwrought hyperbole with your Cornflakes) I grabbed pen and paper and this is the result.

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It has occurred to me that I am afraid of commitment. As someone who has always been with someone -- with the exception of one decade of celibacy, fodder for another day -- this didn't occur to me until recently. I have always thought that I wanted to be married, but this is not the case. Funny how the obvious can skip by without notice.

Just ask my partner.

We've been engaged for three years. He wanted to get married right away. I said I wanted an outdoor wedding and, since we had just purchased a house, landscaping would have to be done.

"Sometime next year," I said.

When friends and family asked for a date, I stammered so pitifully they've stopped asking.

Last year, my betrothed looked at me, stark realization upon his face and said: "We're no closer to getting married now than we were two years ago."

My shocked and insensitive response was: "You mean you think about that?"

This year, I've stopped wearing my engagement ring. The stone is a little loose. It's safer in the drawer.

I've tried marriage on twice. During the first fiasco, I would have dreams that my fingers were swelling and I had to fight to get the rings off them. In the morning, I'd wake up ringless, and the hunt to locate where I had thrown them would be on. The marriage lasted 11 months. The second for 18. Both were finished by the time I was 26 and I haven't done it since.

I remember one boyfriend who thought that public proposals were really cool. Say over the Videotron at a football game. "Tacky," I said. Truth be told, it wasn't so much the poor taste of such an act, but the idea of my deer-in-the-headlights reaction played for all to see that troubled me.

I've never done the proposal response well. And I've had lots of practice.

I think guys are like cats that way. If you don't like cats just visit someone who has them, the feline will spend the evening shedding on your lap. There could be 20 people in a room calling: "here, kitty, kitty." If I'm there, they don't stand a chance. I'll ignore it from a sincere lack of interest and won't be able to get that damn ball of insolence off me.

Like a guy with a ring.

Even when I was a little girl playing with my dolls, I had a boyfriend while my friends had husbands. (Their most notable choices where either Chip or Robbie from My Three Sons. Hardly a wonder, you might say, that I opted for singledom. And yes, I am that old.)

My father was appalled when my mother replied yes to my question: "Could I have a baby without getting married?"

Today, when I introduce my significant other, I refer to him as my partner, a term he hates. But I don't know what else to call him. "How about your fiance?" he asks. "That sounds so pretentious," I reply. However, since my partner has a gender-neutral name, my reference to him has caused a few to question my sexual inclination. I guess saying "my partner, Pat" will do that. I think this is funny. But I have an odd sense of humour, I've been told. I think people need to lighten up.

Maybe that should be a motto of some sort: Laugh more/Marry less.

I'm lucky my partner Pat is such a patient guy.

Colleen

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Ode to drilling granite

Who doesn't like waking to the sound of a rock drill at 7 a.m.?

Developers are extending our road to build more houses, it's only 24 hours into the two-month drilling/blasting phase of road work and mama's getting cranky.

Nova Scotia is one huge rock. And not that flimsy limestone stuff either. This is igneous granite. The stuff of cooled magma. It can't be chipped away. It's gotta be blasted.

We were warned when we moved here that the road might be extended. We hoped we'd have a few years before that happened. No such luck.

The trees started to fall in early spring.

Then a man arrived to install seismographs and to videotape the interiors of our homes in the event of damage.

That should have told me something serious was afoot.

But I'm an optimist. I figured I had heard what blasting was all about when a house was built down the road last summer.

That, as it turns out, was vibratory foreplay.

The sirens began yesterday afternoon. Two of them. I ran to the window to see what was up. Nothing. Silence. And then, the explosion.

I can't tell you if it rattled anything in my house. I was too focused on trying to relocate my internal organs.

Since then, there's been non-stop noise. Drilling, rock removal. Whatever that machinery is.

The good news is that, although I miss seeing them, the deer are leaving my garden alone having moved away from the noise.

I wish I could do the same.

Colleen

Monday, June 4, 2007

One of these things is not like the others

Which one of these doesn't belong?

Here's the list of the top news items on CBC.ca...


Ex-Liberian leader Taylor boycotts war-crimes trial
Prime Minister Stephen Harper and Environment Minister John Baird arrived late Sunday in Europe to attend two world gatherings, including the Group of Eight summit of industrialized nations. more »

China vows to fight climate change, but rejects caps
China promised Monday to better control greenhouse gases, unveiling a national program to combat global warming, but rejected mandatory caps on emissions as unfair to countries still trying to catch up with the developed West. more »

Khadr to appear before U.S. military court in Cuba
A U.S. military commission in Cuba will charge Omar Khadr, the lone Canadian prisoner held at Guantanamo Bay, with murder and terrorism Monday morning. more »

Paris Hilton checks into L.A. County jail for 3-week stay

Colleen

Friday, June 1, 2007

There's No More Reassuring Voice In Retirement Planning Than Dennis Hopper

(Photo: My financial advisor.)

From The Onion for your morning laugh, courtesy of Becca.

And here's the news release from Ameriprise Financial.

Press Release

New Evolution of Ameriprise Financial Advertising Emphasizes that "Dreams Don't Retire"

Broadcast ads feature actor Dennis Hopper and a 1960s-style red chair

MINNEAPOLIS — September 7, 2006 — Dreams don't retire. That's what Ameriprise Financial, Inc. (NYSE: AMP) is telling over 78 million baby boomers in a new advertising campaign that launches this Sunday, Sept. 10, during the first regular season broadcast of NBC Sunday Night Football at 8 p.m. eastern. The broadcast ads will feature a celebrity familiar to the boomer generation, actor Dennis Hopper.

Developed in conjunction with Saatchi & Saatchi the broadcast ads will feature people pursuing their retirement dreams from building a boat to designing an eco-friendly house. Ads will appear on network and cable in popular programs such as "LOST," "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition," "Desperate Housewives," "CSI: Miami" and "Without a Trace." The integrated campaign will also feature print, radio and online ads.

"Last year's groundbreaking campaign launched the Ameriprise Financial brand and focused on what we do to help boomers achieve their retirement dreams," says Jim Cracchiolo, chairman and chief executive officer of Ameriprise Financial. "Now we're telling boomers how we're redefining financial planning. It all begins with understanding our clients' dreams."

The ads are set in a variety of locations including a beach, salt flats and field of wildflowers that convey the serenity many boomers hope to achieve in retirement. Sitting within these tranquil settings on a 1960s-style red chair is Hopper.

"Our new campaign is a radical departure from standard financial services advertising," says Kim Sharan, EVP and chief marketing and communications officer of Ameriprise Financial. "We are firmly focused on the positive aspects of retirement and our understanding that boomers aren't going to spend this phase of life playing shuffleboard. There is no better figure to personify our message than legendary actor Dennis Hopper who embodies the spirit of the generation. With his help we are speaking with boomers not at them."

In the broadcast ads, Hopper adopts a conversational style. In one version he asks: "You still have things to do, right? You have dreams. And there is no age limit on dreams." In another version he reminds boomers that "the thing about dreams is – they don't retire."

(You can read the rest of the release here, if you're so inclined.)

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Tim Horton's coffee

On the way home from a semi-farewell dinner (I'm sure there will be more to come) with friends who are moving back to Ontario (sob) I received the troubling news that Tim Horton's puts nicotine into their coffee to increase our addiction and ensure a long line of customers.

Anyone who has been to Canada knows that Canadians are nuts about their Tim's -- by which they mean coffee. The phrase: "Let's go get a Tim's," means it's coffee break time. Whether donuts are also purchased is irrelevant. While there are many other coffee shops to be found across our fair land, it is Tim's that issues its siren call to the Canadian heart.

The morning drive in to work wouldn't be the same without a cup of Tim's for many. A great many. Canadians would rather line up for Tim's -- and they do, daily -- than zip into Starbucks or Perks. Some Tim's shops are open 24/7.

To be told that nicotine is added to the standard blend of Arabia beans was, well, startling, to say the least.

Of course, I had to get on the Internet first thing this morning to check it out.

Turns out it's an urban myth.

Apparently, an explanation was sought for the ridiculous popularity of Timmy's and when neither divine intervention nor the addictive quality of caffeine was regarded as a sufficient reason, nicotine or, in some versions, MSG was considered to be the culprit.

As it turns out, we're just crazy for Tim's. Or just plain crazy. Even the urban myth did nothing to curb our line-ups. The Canadian military now have Tim's served to them overseas. And, once only available in Canada, today 400 of the insidious shops can be found in the U.S.

(Frankly, I think the coffee at Tim's is terrible. But I'm whispering that statement through the anonymity of the Internet. I wouldn't want to see my house egged.)

And so, my detective work is done and I have to run. Time for my morning fix.

Have a great day!

Colleen

Friday, May 25, 2007

Sandals and crackers

Well here's a new sort of promotion. With every pair of women's sandals, get a free box of crackers! Woohoo! Did somebody say crackers? With sandals? I'm all over that one.

Pug recall

Apologies to pug lovers everywhere, but this is really funny. Brought to you by Becca (thanks for sharing) and The Onion.

Email bankruptcy

Getting too much email? Check out this article from the Washington Post.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Day off

Well, we finally have some sun so I'm heading to the great outdoors today. I'm not sure how far afield I'll go, but it's time I figure out how to use my digital camera.

Have a great day!
Colleen

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Spring mold

I think I may be adapting to the East coast spring.

It's our third and I am less depressed than I have been in previous years when I longed for the heat and sunshine of an Ontario spring. I'm not saying the rain and gloom that has landed here over the past few days has had no effect, but I am less suicidal than our first year here.

That particular May saw rain fall every day for a month and, jokes about Noah aside, there was little to laugh about. I dreamed of the Tulip Festival that I was missing, meeting with friends at outdoor patios, even the lineups at the gardening centres on the long weekend.

Instead I saw mildew creep onto the siding of our house, bed linens felt permanently soggy, and bathroom towel never seemed to dry. The upside was that my skin looked great.

Although the long weekend has arrived and it's too early to plant and I'm still wearing warm socks and a pullover, it's okay. I know that once summer hits (expected date of arrival is July 2, narrowly missing Canada Day) we will have the most glorious weather that will last until November.

There is no time better than a Maritime summer day when the sun is out, the breezes are blowing and black fly season is over. Unless, of course, it's a warm day in October when the fall colours are in full riot and we're driving along the Cabot Trail overlooking the cliffs that drop to the ocean.

I know it's coming; I can wait.

Colleen

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Accomplishment-free Day!

So, where is the woman who boasted she could write anywhere, anytime? Hmmm? Where is she today? I have been procrastinating with such panache (I have no idea what "procrastinating with panache" means, but it sounds stylish and who can beat the alliteration?) and am bored out of my mind, but not really into the whole writing thing today.

Of course, it's been gloomy for days and it's pouring buckets this morning so, maybe I can blame it on the weather. In addition, I have been on mommy-car duty almost every day this week which doesn't turn my crank at all. That gas is now about a hundred dollars a litre doesn't help, but my real issue is that I hate driving into the city. I know, I know, it's not that far nor is it terribly big. As a matter of fact, other cities poke fun at Halifax regularly. So, there is little traffic. Rush hour consists of a 10 to 15 minute delay if Quinpool gets really backed up (Yes, Toronto and Montreal are laughing at this tiny blip on the traffic scale that they wouldn't even consider rush-hour foreplay, but I digress.)

I just want to sit at home and stare at the trees and listen to the birds and be frightfully creative. If driving is to be done it should be in the direction of a beach. Maybe a coffee shop if the weather is miserable. Somewhere to sit and well, you know, be frightfully creative.

So here I am with my frightfully creative self doing everything in my power to make the creation of anything an impossibility.

I've read a few terrific blogs this morning, answered a few emails, and had far too much coffee to drink. Between this, I've managed to get a few pages edited, but now, here I am not editing.

I think I will proclaim today an accomplishment-free day. A day to rent movies and wear flannel pants with elastic waistbands and eat junky snacks and nap.

(Sound of trumpets please.)

Look at that. Even when I'm doing nothing I can convince myself it's something.

Colleen

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Martyr Street: or when religion is totally not cool

Just got back from another day of films. Saw White Planet which, despite the name, isn't about white supremacists, but about the Great White North. Great soundtrack, very Inuit sounding; great visuals (Have you ever seen a walrus nursing her young? She hangs in suspended animation under the surface of the water and junior latches on upside down with mom's hind flippers cradling its head. Or narwhals... I thought they were extinct!) There was also footage of glaciers breaking away which was pretty scary.

Movie #2 was Martyr Street which was shot on the only place in Hebron where Jewish settlers live in the heart of a Palestinian neighbourhood. Hebron is a flash point because it was the home of Abraham, the father to both Muslims and Jews. It juxtaposes bits from the bible about Abraham and his two sons, Isaac and Ishmael with interviews with two young women -- one Jewish, one Muslim. These girls are filmed as they grow up across the street from each other without ever speaking or meeting.

When filming began four years ago, there were 400 settlers there and 400 military personnel to protect them. The story that is told in this documentary is one that it claims is hidden from the international media -- it is one of intense hatred and inhumanity toward the Palestinians by the settlers.

Although Jewish military personnel aren't allowed to speak with the media, a soldier who is no longer in the army did speak out as did other Israelis who want Jews out of Hebron.

I will say that I don't know which side should get to be there and, frankly, I don't care. This is an instance where religion is the source of evil. It has spawned generations of hatred resulting in too many deaths to count. An area that was once famous for vineyards is now a wasteland.

And yet, the settlers are happy with this. Staying there is worth everything and anything. It is worth adopting terrorists tactics. It is worth raising children on a battlefield and teaching them to hate blindly. It is worth burying their babies who die from bullet wounds.

This can't be what Abraham had in mind.

Colleen

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

War Dance

As blogged yesterday, I attended the launch of Viewfinder's International Film Festival for Youth last night. The movie selected to kick off the festival was War Dance. What a choice. It made an impact.

From the program:

"War Dance is a profoundly moving documentary film demonstrating the power and triumph of the human spirit over hardship and personal tragedy. For the last 20 years, northern Uganda has been at war with a rebel force, the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA). In this war zone, children are not only the victims of the rebels--they are the rebels. The LRA employs a horrifically effective process to fill its ranks--abducting children. War Dance follows the historic journey of three of these children--Dominic, Rose, and Nancy--and their school in the Patongo refugee camp: the first school from the northern war zone to make it to the finals of Uganda’s national music and dance competition. Amidst unimaginable violence and grief, these children sing and dance; they sing without fear; they sing in protest and in celebration. They dance and stomp
to the rhythms of their ancestors. Devastated by the horrors of war, they carry the hopes and dreams of their entire village with them. Breathtaking cinematography almost makes it impossible to imagine such violence and devastation could exist among such natural beauty.

"Winner of the Directing Award at this year’s prestigious Sundance Film Festival, War Dance will leave you affected, changed, and inspired to help create a peaceful world for all of us."

What this description can't convey are the quiet moments in the film that portray the dignity and sadness of the children. Moments like when one young abductee, Dominic, questions a rebel leader about the fate of his brother and is told that he is probably dead. When Dominic then asks the man why children are abducted and made to kill, the man explains that many children are needed to give leaders status, it is heartbreaking. Or when Rose, a 14-year old orphan who cares for her younger siblings practices singing for the competition, exhausted after a long day of cooking, laundry, child care and cleaning.

To see these same kids then smile and laugh when they practice and perform is both heartbreaking and inspiring.

These kids are unbelievably stoic, unbearably brave and prove that those who have nothing give everything.

I wish we could say the same about us -- those who have everything.

Colleen