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    Scribbled down on May 29th, 2008 by she
    Posted in Learning & Education, Reading Begets Enlightenment, Those Who Volunteered

    Lately I’ve been reading a number of books that might not have crossed my threshold. I blame it on the evils of mandatory History and Political Science/Civics courses. After spending a bazillion $$ on textbooks and custom course packs (CanCopy fees mostly) someone in the class invariably recommends a book. I’m finding myself spending time arranging to get my hot little hands on them. Sometimes through a library. Sometimes it’s on loan from a friend. Other times I haunt second hand bookstores or use up my Chapter’s gift certificates.

    Since I’ve always been a fan of science fiction and fantasy, getting me to read a non-fiction book tends to involve school, grades, or pulling teeth. Thus, it should come as no surprise to anyone that most of the books I’ve been reading lately may never have made their way onto my nightstand without the poking and prodding of friends or fellow classmates.

    This week I’ve been reading Mark Steyn’s America Alone: The End of the World As We Know It wherein western society is doomed to fall to the wayside in favour of nation-states based on Islamic law through a lack of breeding (demographics) and a post-judeo-christian ethos. Or so I think. I’m only about 1/2 through the book at the moment.

    Last week I was reading Patrick O’Donnell’s We Were One. One of the ex-army guys in our neighbourhood recommended it after many, many beers. It follows members of 3/1 Lima company (part of the US Marines Thundering Third) through the battle of Fallujah. Perhaps it’s a hold-over from my smallish sense of nationalism and patriotism but my reaction to this book is not the same as my reaction to Blatchford’s Fifteen Days. When I was reading Blatchford’s book I never felt sorry for the troops we sent to Afghanistan. I never had a sense that those who choose to serve in the Canadian Forces may not have had any other options open to them. Perhaps it’s the difference in age of many of the soldiers Blatchford wrote about. Maybe it’s the difference in the average education level of our “grunts” as opposed to Marine “grunts”. Perhaps I’m blinded by my own bias. Most of the time reading We Were One was spent feeling extremely sorry for the soldiers O’Donnell followed during his journey. I had a sense that no one in this group of soldiers would ask questions. They wouldn’t balk at commands or suggest alternate ways of approaching a situation. They would simply die without ever really understanding why they were there.

    Heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time, Christie Blatchford’s Fifteen Days has become one of my new favourite books. Like O’Donnell, Blatchford spent time with many of the soldier’s she writes about. She also makes every effort to “tell it like it is”. While appearing more sparingly in Blatchford’s book than in O’Donnell’s (not all that difficult actually) cursing does appear prominently in a number of the pages. Oral histories and reflections are gathered. And yet, Blatchford’s writing seems more genuine than O’Donnell’s. While O’Donnell’s book focuses mostly on the soliders and provides little back history, Blatchford tells the soldier’s story from a number of vantage points. We learn who they were before, during, and after battles. Family and friends play a prominent role in the stories of those who were injured or died. And the soldiers themselves are more articulate. They are their best public relations machine; able to explain the roles they are filling and why (from a personal and professional standpoint). I wish I could explain it better but words seem to be failing me today. I just know that while I may have laughed and cried during the reading of both Blatchford and O’Donnell’s books my end reaction to both was significantly different.

    Carol Off’s The Ghosts of Medak Pocket has been the victim of “pick it up, put it down” reading behaviours for the past few weeks. She’s an excellent author and I’m finding her book both fascinating and incredibly frustrating. Mostly it’s in reaction to the blind eye (or outright ignorance) of most Canadians to the political interference hyphenated Canadians play in other nations. More than Steyn’s book, Off’s presents a strong argument (wittingly or not) regarding the abject failure of multi-culturalism and pluralism in Canadian immigrant society.

    Sometime this week I’m expecting Kevin Patterson’s Outside The Wire to arrive from Chapters. I understand that it’s the Canadian equivalent of We Were One in so far as it’s a collection of oral histories from individuals serving in combat situations. In true Canadian fashion the book isn’t limited to telling only the soldier’s side of the story. It is said to also contain copies of letters home and interviews/text from non-governmental organizations (NGO) representatives.

    No wonder I barely have time to do my required readings for courses!

    While I’m on the subject of books – I’m really not impressed with the government’s allocation of tax credits for textbooks and expenses for part-time students. I (thankfully) don’t qualify for student loans anymore because I’m working full-time. We’re bearing the costs of my return to the hallowed halls with grimace firmly in place. As a part-time student I get to claim 120$ a month while I’m in school, as opposed to full-time students who (more likely to qualify for loans and less likely to be working a full-time job) receive a 400$ a month tax credit. Full-time students can claim 65$ a month for textbooks while, as a part-time student, I’m limited to 20$ a month. Those with student loans also get the “added benefit” of a tax credit for the interest paid when they repay their loans.

    Do you realize how depressing it is to pay between 150$-300$ for textbooks in a course (I’m finding most courses have very expensive custom course packs as opposed to books you could find elsewhere or purchase used) and only be able to claim 20$ a month for the duration of the courses. Of course most of these are core courses – which means I don’t have the ability to opt not to take them. If I don’t complete my core courses I don’t qualify for the pretty little degree at the end of the process. Let’s not do the math or I might start crying in my coffee mug. Just remember that in an average semester I take 2 courses and am enrolled year round (one week break between semesters). Tuition is approx 515$ a course (x6/year). Textbooks for the courses range between 150$-300$ per class.

    Apparently part-time students’ (without student loans) mortgage payments, utilities, transportation, food, vet bills, etc., aren’t significant enough to warrant a more equal footing for calculating tax credits.

    Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to be eligable for student loans. Been there/done that the first time I went through university. Took me far too many years to pay off. I just miss the tuition and textbook re-imbursement program the evil mega-corp I used to work for offered. It helped me pay for the program of studies I completed at the U of A a few years back. As long as my grades were C or better the costs were re-imbursed up to a capped dollar amount each year. Passing one course meant I could afford to pay for the next.

    At the college there’s no tuition re-imbursement or academic upgrading programs in place for non-Faculty members. Which is one of the reasons I got into this return to school yet again situation in the first place. I can’t get a Faculty position without a Masters and I can’t a into grad school without first finishing a shiny BA in a related field. Are you dizzy yet?

    Have I mentioned that I’m not even sure what I want to be when I grow up?


    it’s 11pm. do you know where your hubby is?

    Scribbled down on May 28th, 2008 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    I love the way our neighbourhood gathers together for weekends and holidays.  I love the way we trade off BBQ nights and gather around fire pits to share stories and laugh during the week nights.  However, sometimes there’s a bit too much beer drinking going on for a week day and I have to bow out of the festivities.  So while I was sitting on the back deck reading Steyn’s America Alone, Drew’s off jawing away at the neighbours house.  At around 8:30pm I popped in to say hello and he tells me he’d like to get to sleep early and will be home around 9:30pm.  At 11pm I’m still sitting on my back deck reading a book – one of the benefits of living up north are the amount of daylight hours in the summer – and can hear the boys’ voices progressively getting louder.  My neighbour calls to say she’s heading off to bed and asks if I can collect zee hubby from her yard.  I trot across the alley way to discover the boys in the garage measuring stairs and debating on how straight they are and whether or not they would form matched pairs.  And of course they’re all three sheets to the wind.

    Cause I’m such a good wifey, I drag him home and put him to bed.  And now I can’t sleep. The worst thing about the evening is knowing that in the morning he’ll feel fine (evil metabolism) while I’ll spend most of my day yawning.


    confessions, part the second

    Scribbled down on May 27th, 2008 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Once more I grace the pages of my blog with an admission of my fallibility and an acknowledgement of my addictions. First it was brads and eyelets. Now it’s office supplies. Granted, this should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who’s ever met me and been in my presence when pens share space with my roaming fingers. I have to test them out. Writing fluidity, weight, balance, colour – all these things combine to make pens fascinating to me. As much as I love computers, I’ll never be able to break free and leave the world of paper and ink behind me.

    I can spend hours in office supply stores searching for the perfect pen. I dragged my poor Filipina friends from store to store in numerous malls searching for pens I’d seen or used at work. I once gave money to a friend traveling to India so he could buy and return with bags of pens (all for me!!!). I’d discovered a pen I loved when I was living in Bangalore in 2003 and, to my eternal pain and suffering, they weren’t available in North America. Of course I hadn’t realized this until after I’d landed back in Canada. It made perfect sense to load my friend up with a whopping $5.00 and have him acquire as many of the pens as he could while he was there. I even gave him my last adored pen to take with him so he know exactly what to buy. He returned with 50. I’ve been using them as my “daily use pens” ever since. Soon, I’ll need to find a way to return to India so I can buy more. Sometimes having quit my globetrotting job to go work in academia sucks.

    Today was a wonderful day at work. I had a desperate need for some DVD’s and data storage units so I could generate backup copies of all our courses. So, like any good office worker, I trotted myself over to the goddess of all things office related – our office admin. She placed the order and then allowed me access to the tickle trunk. No. Costumes for Mr. Dress-up, Casey and Finnegan are not stored inside K’s cubby. Instead, it’s where the standard office supplies are stored. Sure it houses staplers, scissors, and sticky notes. But it also houses the cream of the crop – pens, pencils, markers, sharpies, high-lighters – it’s like a little dose of heaven to go scrounging inside the boxes stacked on the shelves. You never know what will be in stock.

    *sigh*

    One red rollerball, black staedtler fine liner, and purple highlighter later and I’m in heaven for the rest of the day.


    tickets to the show

    Scribbled down on May 26th, 2008 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Today is filled with good news.

    My friend Rosanne is a HUGE Elton John fan.  Last year when he came to town she wasn’t able to get tickets.  They’d sold out long before she could get through to ticketmaster to put her order in online.  This morning ticket sales began at 10am and she managed to score 3 seats.  Along with our friend Amber we’re going to have an awesome night out in September.

    I got my grade back in my psych class from last semester.  I managed to pull off an A- in my final exam and ended up with the same grade as a final mark.  I’m still on track for grad school apparently…

    Finally, I traipsed down to the dentist this afternoon and didn’t have to suffer through any freezing or fillings.  Turned out to be a nice, simple checkup that I could quickly run away from.


    80’s night a the broom and I missed it

    Scribbled down on May 25th, 2008 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Darcey’s such a sweetheart.  He’s got one of the best weekly blues pod casts on the net and a few weeks back he held an 80’s night for me simply because I suggested one.  What an awesome fellow.

    Last night he held a second 80’s night and I missed it.  I was out celebrating with my band-mates at the annual ceilidh.  Once we’d all gotten over our initial performance anxiety it turned out to be a great night.  Although, I’m sure there were a few people in the front rows who saw more than they bargained for when the men were sitting at the table playing their chanters.  You read that right.  Men.  In a girls band.  The inclusion of men in the beginner classes makes the EGPB a pretty forward looking organization in my books.  See, the hubby and I wanted to learn how to play together and didn’t want to have to learn in different bands.  We wanted the same instructor – the awesome Pat – and apparently so did our pipe major’s son.  The band put it to a vote and the guys were in.  I guess you could call them honourary members.  However, the band is still entirely made up of women.  Alex and Drew are learning to play with the girls but won’t actually be full members – they won’t be playing in concerts or competitions.

    Entertainment was provided by the boys of St. James Gate.  For those who’ve been to the band ceilidhs or the Up Yer Kilt/Scottish Imports sponsored Robbie Burns nights in the past, no introduction is required.  The boys are based in Red Deer and always put on an amazing show.  The senior band played Jimmy’s set, in honour of the late St. James Gate’s band member Jimmy McMullen, in public for the first time.

    But enough about the ceilidh.  The real celebration today is that it’s a few minutes before 2pm, all my papers are finished and have been sent on to the prof’s through the university’s tracking system.  Nothing else is due until Friday at noon so I’ll be spending the rest of today catching up on my psych and enviro chem readings.  I may even manage to find time to fit in some laundry and vacuuming.  Ummm.  Never mind.  I think I’ll go over to the Broom, crank my computer speakers, listen to 80’s music and bury myself in my textbooks.