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Karly

Karly is funny.

Karly: I hate cheese...when guys use cheesy lines, I just laugh at them. I mean, I really try not to, because it's mean, but I just find it so hilarious

LOL I can just imagine this as a sitcom.

I think I truly love CS Lewis. Though he was an Anglican, his ideas are very Orthodox, and his writings are so clear and lucid that the things he says stick with me, without hardly any effort on my part.

Anyway I ran across the following article on the internet, from http://oholy.net/stolga/cs_lewis.html . It's somewhat timely since last Sunday was the beginning of Lent, dubbed Forgiveness Sunday, and I've found it very useful to have him deconstruct forgiveness for me.

Current favourite songs

One is uber-sad, one is sweet and happy.

Maroon 5 - Won't go home without you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gskuP-8dtSU


I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen
She left before I had the chance to say
Oh
The words that would mend the things that were broken
But now it's far too late, she's gone away

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe it

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you,

The taste of your breath, I'll never get over
The noises that you made kept me awake
Oh
The weight of things that remained unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe it

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you, oh, oh, oh

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you, oh, oh, oh

Of all the things I felt but never really shown
Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go
I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you


Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJOzdLwvTHA

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tears.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

It's such a weird feeling...

...when you're looking through a book, researching for a paper, and you find the passage that is relevant, and then see that someone else had already underlined the exact parts that you wanted. It's like a connection to some stranger, and you wonder: what did they want it for? what did they think about this issue? to what conclusions did they come?

Kitchen Logic - the real version

This is for the two anonymous people from the internet who found my page while looking for Kitchen Logic. I finally saw the poem on the bus today. I was starting to think they'd taken them all down, but there was at least one left in the city.

Anyway, this is copyrighted to Katherine Lawrence, from her book Ring Finger, Left Hand (Coteau books) I did not produce any part of it, etc.

Maybe if I had been organized
 possessed the logic of canisters
  neatly stacked
   tea on top
    of coffee
     beside flour
      next to sugar
       maybe I could have made us work.


Enjoy!!

Language and Ethinicity

Just had this class this morning, and there were some very interesting points made about the conflation of language and ethnicity. I was blown away though, by this one particular example that shows what it means when people refer to someone as Canadian, and what it means to be Canadian.  (Lieberson 1985, Williams, 1989) In each of the sentences, who does "Canadian" refer to?

1. All Canadians have the right to vote, and pass on their citizenship to their children.
                    anyone, no matter whether black, white, brown, asian, etc.
2. Canadians are still prejudiced against immigrants from East Asia, South Asia, and the Caribbean.
                    People except East Asians, South Asians, people from the Caribbean... so, white people
3. Canadians still earn less money than white people.
                    it refers to immigrant non-white Canadians, but if this sentence sounded weird or non-sensical for you, -as it did for me -, then, you officially think Canadian = white.


Not that  anyone is a "bad person" , but it is interesting to bring these assumptions to the surface.  Really makes you think.

Procrastinating

Quotes of the day:

Ib: Mmmm The steak was so rare it was still cold.
Suzi: eww
Ib:
Didn't you just enjoy raw fish?

Nikita: Happy old new year!
(note: the Julian "old" calendar that the Russian Orthodox Church follows for liturgical purposes is 13 days behind the Gregorian "new" calendar that society currently follows)

Swetha: uuggh...lets go back to kindergarten. that ought to be less stress. hopefully. crossing my fingers.
Suzi: take me too!!!

Poems

I love the poetry on the TTC. My favourite is the native song from up north:

And I think over again
My small adventures
When with a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger.

My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live and to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the little light that fills the world.

It's so beautiful, and somehow so meaningful to me. And it strikes a religious chord too. I wonder, what did they mean by "the great day that dawns"? Is it just any old regular day? Is it the time period when it's day 24/7? Is it deeper than that? Well, for me it is deeper, but what did they mean? And what of this light that fills the world? What is the significance of the "little"? :)  Anyway, it's a beautiful poem; and I catch myself doing literary analysis on it, even though I'll insist to the death that I don't like literary analysis.

Oh and I I also like Running Child, Running Child, and Kitchen Logic. I'm glad the TTC does that kind of stuff.

End of term

Quote of the day:

My prof, describing how, when doing research, you should never become too reliant on one person (for instance, on a tech person who helps you with your database) so that they are irreplaceable and you can't do any more work without them:

"What if, who knows, they move away to Mars or something, then you're stuck,  you can't do anything.... by the way, I meant "moving to Mars" metaphorically".

Second quote of the day:

I was showing the first quote to Ib:
"I think I got it, but the repeated efforts at explaining have obliterated any humour that was present."

I went out of town for the weekend. I really should have stayed and kept my nose to the grindstone, but oh well. Visiting Claire in Guelph was awesome!! We toured around the U of Guelph campus, which is so awesome! There is so much school spirit that I almost wish I'd gone there (though they only have one linguistics class, so that never would've worked). For instance in the University Centre some people just randomly started a sing-along, the hot dog guy plays guitar in the summer, the cannon on campus gets painted by students illicitly during the night, every night, the pubs there actually have successful fun events, and on and on. Claire also took me on a tour of downtown Guelph.  Claire's house, off-campus, is fun and colourful :D. We watched America's Sweethearts and Now and Then while drinking cider and getting tipsy wooo! It was so much fun! Then we pushed her roommate's mattress down the stairs to the basement so I could sleep in Claire's room. Next morning, we had breakfast at the Farmer's Market. It was a unusual breakfast, consisting of apple cider , spanakopita, and Menonite donuts. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I bought some elk meat to take home, so I could try it. It should be exciting!!!

In conclusion, I love Guelph.

From there I went to see my mom in Windsor. The following quote shows how I got there:

Me telling my brother a story:
Suzi: "So I was at the bus terminal in London on my way to Windsor and -"
Bro : "Why were you in London?"
Suzi: "because I went there from Kitchener-Waterloo"
Bro: "why were you in K-W?"
Suzi: "Because I went there from Guelph"
Bro: "So you actually went and visited all these universities in southern Ontario?"
Suzi :"I wish"

Yes, it takes 3 buses to get from Guelph to Windsor. I was planning to do homework most of the way, and I had lots of it to do, but buses are just so relaxing that I fell asleep most of the time.

In Windsor it was good to see my Mom and chat with my relatives that I haven't seen in a few years. It was interesting to see how some people think. Sunday morning I went to the Romanian Orthodox church there. The choir was quite nice, and I was amused to see that they seem to have adopted the Canadian custom of gathering near the back of the church and leaving the front empty. I was also amused to see that all the Orthodox churches in Windsor (at least, I think that's all of them) are on the same street, five minutes away from each other. There was even a Greek Catholic church in that area. Since Windsor is normally a verryyy sprawly city, this is kinda strange.

Anyway, now I'm back in TO, and have a big paper to complete by Friday! Eeek.

No wonder celebrities are so messed up.

I read this article in yesterday's Metro News:

Man Hurt Chasing Brit

A man on a motorcycle has been seriously injured while chasing Britney Spears, TMZ.com reports. The accident, first reported by That Other Blog, happened around 5pm Monday, roughly a mile from the Beverly Hills Four Seasons Hotel. Several cars were in line chasing the pop princess when one hit a photographer on a motorcycle, throwing the rider off the bike and onto the road.
The man works as a "spotter", and does not carry a camera. Instead, he follows stars and tips off other photographers to their whereabouts. He has been following Spears for only a few days. The rider was seriously injured and transported to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. His current conditions are unknown.

What was your first thought when you read this? Was it, aww, poor man, he was hit by a car! Or was it, WHAT IS WRONG with the world??? Because mine was definitely the latter.

Some of the passages that horrified me were:

seriously injured while chasing - unless she just stole his purse, there is no good reason to do this!
Several cars were in line chasing the pop princess - what a horrible feeling this must evoke... like a hunted animal
he follows stars and tips off other photographers to their whereabouts - what POSSIBLE benefit could this have for society???
He has been following Spears for only a few days - ONLY a few days?? If someone followed me for even 20 minutes I would get panicky.

I hope I am never this famous.

On another note, here is a random quote of the day, from when I was feeling overwhelmed with schoolwork:

From a week ago:
Suzi: I'm thinking of taking up coffee drinking.
Dad: No, you don't have enough responsibilities for that yet.