Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Witches by Roald Dahl

Ok, Roald Dahl is fast becoming one of my favourite children's authors, ranking right up there with whoever wrote Jacob Two-Two Meets the Hooded Fang (I guess that was Mordecai Richler) and Patricia MacLachlan. Who are triple-tied for first place. (J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis are tied for second place.)

The Witches is hilarious. It's got a feisty little Norweigan grandmother who smokes fat black cigars. It's got an extraordinarily clever little boy who actually likes being a mouse. It's got really creepy witches who turn children into frogs, pheasants, fish, and phmice. In short, it's a delightful book that will provide hours of suspense and hilarity for anyone. I guess now I can forgive Roal Dahl for writing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Janelle Made the Dean's List!!!

Janelle is on the Dean's list at MSVU for 2007-2008 because of her outstanding academic records! Yay! :) The university even sent her a pin that says "MSVU Scholar."

Also, Janelle made it home safely from Cape Breton, despite the poor weather. She did have to stay until early afternoon though and didn't make it home until four thirty ish. It was quite the weekend. We had rain all day Sunday and most of the night. In the early morning on Monday, the rain turned to freezing rain and later snow. We woke up on Monday to a nice layer of icy snow everywhere. Schools all across Nova Scotia were closed. Also, large chunks of the city had no power. Fortunately, we never lost power. Today it's warming up again, and the snow is supposed to be all melted by the end of the week. Bummer. I'm hoping we get permanent snow before Christmas, but it's not likely.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Privateer

so i recently discovered the video game privateer and i am somewhat addicted.

what happened was that i found vega strike (which comes with my distribution of ubuntu); vega strike is a remake of privateer, but it's not complete yet, so many of the features don't work. i was disappointed because there was a lot of awesome features to vega strike. so when i found out that it was a remake, i went looking for the original and found that privateer was an abandonware game and was available for download and compatible with my distribution of ubuntu. so i downloaded it.

the premise is that you get your own spaceship. that's it. you can do anything you want with it. you can be a trader and trade goods all over the galaxy, you can be a pirate and shoot down merchants and steal their wares, you can be a mercenary and fight against pirates or enemy marauders, or you can be a bounty hunter and search for rogues and pirates or you can be all four at once. as you make money, you can upgrade your ship or trade it in for a different one. so it's pretty addictive.

so if i haven't been posting much lately, it's probably because i've been playing privateer. you can find the download at http://priv.solsector.net/ :)

Four

A) Four places that I go to over and over: the halifax gospel hall, the super store, my building (because i work in it, so i go all over in my building over and over), the washroom.

B) Four People who e-mail me regularly: mom. janelle. peter ramsey. ashleigh brilliant. (the last two because i am on their mailing lists).

C) Four of my favorite places to eat: subway, the fireside, east side mario's, and home. but especially at home.

D) Four places I would rather be right now: on a pirate ship (preferably as captain ... but i'd take pretty much anything else); on my own starship; backpacking across canada (well, maybe not right, right now because it's winter, but if it was summer i'd like to be doing that); just a few inches to the right.

E) Four people I think will respond: mom, janelle, ummm.... maybe ciela? maybe vince?

F) Four TV shows I watch: ugly betty, lipstick jungle, futurama, and the clone wars. mostly ugly betty though. i think i've seen all the futurama episodes and they're boring the second time around ... and i only watch lipstick jungle with janelle.

The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears

The most positive thing I can say about this book is that it is very well written. The writing style is magnificent and it is easy and even pleasurable to read. Mengestu's writing is poetic.

Also, the book comes very well recommended by both the New York Times Book Review and by Khaled Hosseini (author of The Kite Runner). It also made the "Notable Book of the Year" list in the New York Times Book Review.

The novel is about an Ethiopian immigrant named Sepha Stephanos who is trying to survive in the city of Washington D.C.. He owns a small store and lives in a low-rent apartment across the street in a run down part of the city. His two friends, Kenneth and Joseph (both also African immigrants) sporadically keep him company at his store where they share drinks and play a game where they quiz each other on the details of coups and bloodbaths and tyrannical dictators in Africa. He also makes friend with a neighbour, Judith and her daughter Naomi. Judith is one of the first white people to move into the predominantly black neighbourhood. Naomi is half black because her father was a black man from Mauritania.

That being said, I found the plot to be rather tedious. It doesn't progress; that's okay, the novel is mainly character driven. What can I say about the main character? Well, I sometimes felt sympathy for him but I was mostly annoyed at him. I kept waiting for one of the other characters to shake him by the shoulders and yell at him: "Sepha! Get over yourself!"

He immigrated to the United States after his father was murdered by a revolutionary militia during the Red Terror in Ethiopia during the 1970s. That's not the worst part--he was murdered because the militiamen found flyers in his house advertising anti-revolutionary meetings being held at a secret location; the flyers actually belonged to Sepha, who was spared because his father refused to say who the flyers belonged to. Okay, that's pretty scarring and I can imagine the emotional damage caused by such trauma. So now I seem like a black-hearted tool for wanting to tell him to get over himself.

Let me explain myself. When Sepha first comes to Washington D.C., he lives with his Uncle Berhane, who also fled to the United States during the revolution. In Ethiopia, Berhane was a wealthy bureaucrat but in Washington D.C. he drives a taxi and works late into the evening at menial jobs. Uncle Berhane is one of the most admirable characters in the novel. (Read it, you'll agree with me.) Sepha sleeps on Berhane's couch. His main goal is to go back to Ethiopia. What does he plan to do when he gets back? It's not clear. He just wants to go back. Uncle Berhane gets him a job as a bellhop at the Capitol Hotel. It's hard work, but it pays exceptionally well. While he works there, Sepha meets Kenneth and Joseph who are also bellhops. The three become lifelong friends. Later, Uncle Berhane convinces Sepha to go to University. So, Sepha enrolls into an engineering program at a local university. But he doesn't finish. He drops out. And quits his job at the Capitol Hotel. To go back to Ethiopia? No. He buys a small grocery store in a run down neighbourhood with a small business bank loan and moves into an apartment across the street. At first he is enthusiastic but gradually, he neglects his store more and more until it fails to make any profit. Then he wallows in self-pity because the store is doing poorly. He sleeps with prostitutes, spends odd evenings drinking with Kenneth and Joseph while they either argue about poetry, politics, business, economics, or their personal lives. If they're not arguing, they're playing a game where they make each other guess the details surrounding various African dictatorships. His life at this point is characterized by inaction. He does nothing to save his store or better himself. He gets up and opens his store, or sleeps in and keeps his store closed until he feels like getting up and walking across the street and opening the store. Some days, he stays home all day doing very little, if anything. And the store across the street slowly dies.

When Judith moves to his neighbourhood and makes friends with him, he bonds easily with her daughter Naomi. Romance begins to bud between Judith and Sepha. Judith and Naomi offer him a chance to become someone. At first, his enthusiasm is renewed. He cleans out the store and redecorates it, he starts to keep regular hours again. But then he lets his insecurities get offended by just about everything Judith is and does, then he alternately pushes her away and runs away from her. He refuses to be honest with her while acknowledging to himself the damage he is doing both to himself and their relationship, but he refuses to let go of his insecurities. Then he feels sorry for himself that things aren't working out with Judith and goes back to neglecting his store. At this point it's something like twenty years since he has moved to Washington and he is no closer to going back to Ethiopia, although he's always talking about it when he's with Kenneth and Joseph.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little hard on Sepha. I do feel sypathy for him. But, to me, if the novel shows anything, it shows how destructive self-pity can be and that's about all I've got to say.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

daddy's whiskers

they're always in the way,
the cow eats them for hay
momma eats them in her sleep,
she thinks she's eating shredded wheat
they're always in the way.

(author unknown)

just thought i'd share that with all my avid readers. janelle sang it to me tonight as we were on our way home. do you know any silly songs?

Friday, November 21, 2008

fall on your knees

i finished reading fall on your knees by ann marie macdonald today. i have to say, it was very enjoyable to read. the writing style was excellent and the story and characters were engaging.
the novel is set on cape breton island during the early part of the 20th century and revolves around the piper family, particularly the four piper sisters, kathleen, mercedes, frances, and lily. the subject matter is often disturbing--like when three or four year old frances tries to baptize baby ambrose in the creek behind the house for example... but it gets worse. there are also moments of hilarity and joy, though. so it kind of balances out a little. the scales still tip a little too much to the disturbing side for me.

the first thing i noticed about the novel was it's descriptions of cape breton island. both times i've been to cape breton, i've found the place very charming and its people wonderful and colourful. but i've also found it very barren. as in, empty or sparsely populated. in fall on your knees cape breton is thriving. there are people everywhere. sydney is a small city that easily matches halifax (no one goes to halifax--especially not after 1917). busy little mining towns pop up all over the island almost overnight. the people are poor and live on a low income, but there are lots of them and some of them do quite well, like the jewish family that owns a delicatessen, or the lebanese family that owns a general store kind of thing that, towards the end of the novel, has grown into a chain of stores with offices and warehouses all over the province. james makes a very decent living as a bootlegger and a boot maker (funny, eh?). jameel mahmoud makes a decent, though desperate living operating a speakeasy during the prohibition era. almost everyone else works in the coal mines. i liked that the novel was well populated. it paints a rich landscape of the culture and economy of cape breton in the first half of the twentieth century.

i'll paraphrase one of my favourite thoughts in the novel: the cape bretonners are discussing the economic situation of the 1930s, saying that the great depression hasn't hit cape Breton quite so hard. someone else remarks that it's because for cape breton the great depression began in 1867, with confederation. and, at least in the novel, it's true.

it's not a novel i would freely recommend. it gets creepy and it gets horrifyingly disturbing ... like when you find out who lily's parents really are and what mercedes really saw the day before her mother's death.

favourite comfort food

my answer to mother's question regarding my favourite comfort food:

my comfort foods. i'm not sure if i have "comfort" foods per se. foods that seem most comforting to me are hot creamy soups or hot chunky, meaty stews. but i also like hot smashed potatoes, squash (especially that brown sugar and squash thing). pretty much anything that's hot and you can eat with little or no effort with a spoon.

my favourite meals.... another tough one because i like almost everything. everything, that is, except north american-chinese food. blech. i think it depends on how i feel or how hungry i am. because some days i'd like a simple smashed potatoes and chicken meal just fine ... other days i like steak and salad and, well, you know, all the courses that go with that. hmm. i would have to say though, that one meal i can have anytime, day, or place is soup and sandwiches or salad and sandwiches. also, german pancakes or finnish pancakes (like from the hoito) and belgian waffles i could eat those any time.

favourite dessert. well, here's the list not necessarily in any order, but just as i think of them: pumpkin pie; the brown sugar and squash thing (yes, i would eat it for dessert, breakfast, lunch, supper, or midnight snack); apple crisp (with vanilla ice cream); ice cream on a waffle sugar cone; sponge cake with some kind of tasteful icing (or none at all would be okay too). that's pretty much all i can think of right now :)

happiest childhood memories

my answer to mother's latest question: what are my happiest and saddest childhood memories

okay... my happiest childhood memories. this is a tough question because i don't really remember how i felt about stuff, i only remember what happened, so i can't really tell you when i was happiest, but i can tell you which memories make me happiest now.

the first one i can think of is the day dad, uncle louis, chad, and i went fishing at adam's creek. you and sophie may have been there, but i don't remember. we fished all day and didn't catch a single thing (as far as i can remember) and we went home soaking wet and exhausted but we had an awesome great time.

the other one isn't really one contiguous memory but rather just clumps of memory or vague nostalgic feelings. like exploring the rock "desert" (that's what we called it) next to our house with chad. or exploring the woods and fields on our property with chad. once, i think it was a snow day, chad and i were home alone and we packed a lunch and some supplies--chad's rifle, an axe, matches--and strapped on some snowshoes and then we went for a long hike through the woods in a blizzard. we were out all day, came back in time for supper. another happy memory is on a sunday afternoon, again we had a giant snow storm, mathieu was over for the afternoon and he, chad and i rode the old bomb (the black snow machine) all afternoon and into the evening--until we had to come back in to get ready for gospel meeting. i also remember chad and i shoveling the drive way late at night in dead still ice cold weather or blinding snowstorms and then coming inside to sit by the woodstove until our faces thawed. also the summers we spent at tower lake with cousin mitch.

my saddest childhood memories... hm. another tough one.

probably the times i was mean to chad or the couple times i yelled at dad. like once when chad bonked his head and started crying and i called him a wimp. :(

or the time when dad and chad and i went hunting and i kept lagging behind and whining about it and my mittens came off and i got snow down my sleeves and i felt like dad wouldn't wait for me (that part doesn't really make me sad, the next part does:) dad kept bringing it up, almost every year when we went hunting after that and he would tell me how bad he felt and how he wished he would have come back and picked me up and carried. that makes me sad. i bet that if i came home today and got dad to take me hunting he'd bring it up again ...

also, when dad used to sing "cat's in the cradle" i always cried when he sang that ... and then he'd sing it just to make me cry and i'd get angry at him. i think i was fifteen or sixteen (old enough to be at the dentist by myself, but before the dentist office moved into the mall) i was in the dentist's chair and the hygienist was working in my head and the song came on the radio and i was so embarrassed and worried that i was going to start crying. fortunately, i didn't.

one time in early spring (early enough that there was still about five or six feet of snow on the ground but late enough that it was really warm and the snow was mostly slushy) chad, jeremy, and i went for a hike ... we were in snowshoes and for some reason chad and jeremy did okay but mine kept sinking and i couldn't keep them straight so they'd tip me over and then i'd trip and fall into the slush. so i took off my snowshoes when we were about halfway to our destination and tried ploughing through the slush but the layers of crust kept breaking under me and the snow was too deep for me to walk on the ground and keep my head above it, so i kind of had to swim/crawl through the snow and i kept getting wetter and wetter ... i was SO angry and upset. finally i just turned around and headed for home. chad and jeremy got to their destination, made a fire, had lunch and headed back before i even made it back to my snowshoes. by this time i was soaked right through my snowsuit to my underwear. jeremy made it to my snowshoes before i did and picked them up, chad caught up with me, picked me up and put me on his back and carried me the whole way home. that makes me sad because i regret being so angry and feeling sorry for myself for being wet and cold.

also, when dad had his gall bladder taken out. it was a saturday and he had to go to work, but there was a family breakfast thing at uncle louis' house. i drove dad to work and i think he wanted me to go straight to uncle louis' from there but i was really tired because i'd stayed up late the night before so i went home and went back to bed. at around nine or so, dad came home and woke me up because he wanted me to drive him to the hospital because his stomach hurt really badly. i got up, had a long hot shower while dad waited for me and then drove him to the hospital, just dropped him off, and then went to uncle louis' and waited until after breakfast when almost everyone else had left to tell uncle louis that dad was at the hospital!!!!! then, uncle louis got his jacket and keys and got right in the van and we drove to the hospital together and went to the emergency entrance where jesse was working in the reception area with the triage nurse. jesse told us that dad had been admitted... so we found him in a gowny thing on a hospital bed hooked up to an iv thing... and i felt so ashamed of myself.

i guess that's not really a childhood memory anymore though ... it's more like a young-adult memory so i'm gonna stop there.

Friday, November 14, 2008

earliest childhood memories

an avid reader asked me what my earliest childhood memories are, so after spending the morning delving into my brain, this is the result:

my childhood memories are very cloudy. i don't really remember one continuous stream of memories, just clumps.

my earliest ones involve playing in the sandbox with my brother chad behind our little yellow house on government road in kapuskasing. and we also played on the front deck. chad and i would slide through the bars and then back in... or that might have been at my grandmother's house on byng street, but in my memory it was at the yellow house. i also remember dad putting chad and i to bed, sleeping feet to feet at opposite ends and i had my braces on.

i remember cutting my finger on something in the basement of the rodger's house in val-rita (the one we moved into later) and it bled and bled (well, it seemed like it was bleeding a lot, but i couldn't have been more than four years old so it probably just seemed like a lot) and my mother said something about me going to school soon.

and then i remember moving to val-rita. for some reason, i remember my father and someone else knocking down a wall in the old yellow house and pulling a step-stool out from behind it. (i doubt that actually happened--it just seems so bizarre that we'd store a step-stool in the wall or that we'd even have room for one there considering that the house was so small, but that's how i remember it.) and i remember sitting on the tailgate of a pick up truck in grandma's driveway/parking lot and crying because i didn't want to move and mr. larocque telling me that i was gonna be living in a nicer, bigger house and that everything was gonna be ok. or something--i don't really remember what he said, just that he was teasing me or something.

i remember my first day of school. well, actually, i just remember mom getting me a blanket (for nap time) and a back pack and telling me that i was going to school. i started going to school in the afternoons. i remember standing at the end of our driveway in val-rita (where perras road splits
into our driveway) waiting for the bus. i remember being at school, and being surprised that i could speak english. i remember brian; he was a bully and every day he'd pick someone different to be his "friend" and one day i was all happy because he picked me.

i remember pooping my pants in kindergarten ... or was that grade one? and mom and grandma came to get me at school. wow, that still embarrasses me (not that mom and grandma came to get me, but that i pooped my pants.)

so... yeah, those are my earliest memories, i think. i hope they make for some nice funny reading.