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    Scribbled down on November 27th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Frothing At The Bit

    It’s freezing outside. Eventually there comes a time when the actual degree marker on the thermostat no longer matters. After five winters in Winnipeg, I had decided my cut off temperature is -20. Sure, I know that makes me a wimp, but it’s a dry cold. Those who’ve been raised in a dry cold will swear it’s much warmer than a wet cold. I’m sure that’s true if that’s what you’re used to, but I was raised on the east coast with the bone chilling wet cold that’s so familiar to Maritimers.

    Today, it’s -24 (wind chill makes it feel like -37) and it hasn’t stopped snowing in days. I am not looking forward to shoveling the snow surrounding the house. Per the Edmonton bylaw:

    Property owners are responsible for removing all snow and ice from City sidewalks adjacent to their property within 48 hours of the snow being deposited. It is illegal to remove snow from public or private property and place it on other public property.

    Bah! The streets are packed in snow and many city sidewalks aren’t cleared in a reasonable amount of time, but if I and my neighbours don’t run out in freezing temperatures to dig out the sidewalks we risk being fined.

    More importantly – does the 48 hour time period start when the snow starts falling or when it stops? The walk was shoveled this morning before I began work and a few more centimeters have fallen during the day. Since the snow is still falling, can I wait until it stops before I have to start shoveling again?

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    catharsis

    Scribbled down on November 26th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Friends & Family

    I have come to the not-so-amazing conclusion that personal blogs function very well as a form of therapy.

    It’s been two months since my dad died. Time seems to fly and yet parts of my life seem to have stopped like a broken clock waiting for repair.

    I’ve found that while I can’t really talk about the death of my father with many people face to face. I’m able to talk to my mom, sister or a few other family members. I can’t discuss it with my best friend or even strangers at this point. What I am able to do is write down my memories, happiness, anger, and explore my pain via blogging. It’s a purely selfish action on my part. While writing I can separate myself from the giant lump in my throat that always seems to appear the minute anyone mentions my dad or my loss.

    To be honest, I don’t really know how to carry on a conversation with friends, strangers and acquaintences when it comes to my dad’s death. I adored my dad. I guess you could say I had a bad case of hero worship when it come to thinking of him in the past 10-15 years. Most of what I’ve grown up to be can be attributed in some way to the lessons he taught me as a child. Once out of my ugly angst filled teen-age years I really began to appreciate my dad. Unfortunately, I never really took the time to tell him how important he was to me and the person I became until I was too late.

    It has forced me to accept – if nothing else – that I need to take more time to let those close to me know that they are loved and appreciated. I don’t feel much like sending Christmas cards this season but I can make the effort to call those we care about. When I’m more myself, I have a tonne of letters to write to friends and family who helped out in those last few months. Societal courtesies take a back seat to my pain at the moment.

    Mom is spending the holiday season with us and will be arriving in less than a month. It would be nice if my sister will make the trip to Edmonton as well – we’ll have to wait and see what she decides.

    Until then, I’ll continue to take a seat at the blog therapy table.

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    blinded by the light

    Scribbled down on November 26th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Frothing At The Bit

    Who determines what opinion is valued in society and what makes one opinion more valuable than others? You? Someone who shares your opinion? Your readers? Celebrities? Those who don’t agree with you?

    I should warn you that I’m a few days late commenting on this issue based on the number of times I’ve seen it floating around the blogosphere. I’ve been ruminating on this topic for a few too many hours, trying to decide what it was that I really wanted to say. I, like many other Canadian bloggers, participated in the Canadian Blog Awards. While I wasn’t surprised at my standing (mid-pack), I was surprised that one of my favorite blogs, Dust my Broom, didn’t make the final round.

    While visiting Bow, James Bow I read his reviews of the CBA finalists. After reading his take on one of the finalists, Raymi the Minx, I hopped over to her page to read what she had to say. I found the layout a little hard on the eyes, but her stream of consciousness writing reminded me a lot of my own earlier writings in high school and university. As I scrolled down to her entry from the 24th of the month, I read her comments regarding a post written by another blogger participating in the CBA‘s- Big Blue Wave.

    Suzanne writes in part:

    I’ll tell you the truth: I’m not so much mad that I lost in the Best Blog category, I’m just irked at the kinds of blogs I lost to.

    Raymi the Minx? I never heard of her.

    If I’d least lost to a political, cultural or religious blog– even those of my ideological opponents.

    When I consider all the blogs in the Canadian political blogosphere…and I had to lose to that. I’m sure all her fans like her, but this is not the blogging crowd I know.

    Raymi, it appears, is amused by the idea that a political or religious blogger would feel slighted at losing the nomination round to her.

    i would also like to add how funny it is that these political bloggers cannot fathom losing to me, not making the top 5 cut like only just now realised how boring and vapid they are [….] i think it is important to give people a break from all the boring chaos – oh really? so and so in the house of commons said “bla bla bla” last nite and this is what you think about it and everyone in yer webring wrote the same thing today? astounding.

    The exchange plays out in blog posts and comments like the obligatory flame war reminiscent of my days spent haunting Usenet in the early-to-mid 90’s.

    I am amused and intrigued. It’s not the type or content of the posts and comments that have gathered my attention. What has drawn my attention is the way that our personal bias’ play out in the blogosphere and in the real world.

    Raymi has a point. Many political blogs are dull. Aside from a notable few (here, here, here), most write about the same topics day after day. Often the opinion of one blogger is the same as another. I’m a politics junkie and even I will swiftly move on when I’ve encountered the same take on the same topic within a few hours span. The more successful political bloggers tend to offer a combination of politics, humour, and personality on their blogs. They’ve branched out to include more than just a narrow take (pure political opinion) on the world around them.

    Of course, that’s only my opinion and aside from the value I assign to it, I doubt anyone else is interested in what I appreciate or not.

    For example: the blogging world seems enchanted with Mommy and Religious bloggers. As fascinated as I am with comparative religion, I can’t stand blogs that try to espouse a specific religious view as the one true way. I’ve no interest in reading blogs of this nature and click by as quickly as possible. Same thing with Mommy bloggers. I’m not a parent. I don’t mind blogs written by parents that share stories of their children, but when the entire blog revolves around the children – as if the parental unit’s personality was absorbed – I’m completely bored.

    Taking it one step further and removing blogging from the mix – we see the same elements at play in our daily lives outside of the ‘net. Take politics for example: Proponents of one political spectrum argue their superiority over one another. Liberal leaders tell us their way is the only one true way to govern a country. NDP leaders offer big ideas with little consideration on how to actually carry out these ideas (ooh, let’s negotiate with the Taliban). Conservative leaders argue for more personal accountability. It seems rare that anyone on either side of the spectrum can find common ground. They’re so busy shouting their opinion from the rooftops in the loudest voice that they’re unable to hear (let alone listen to) anyone else.

    You can replay similar scenarios for nearly every topic under the sun; religion, faith, culture, language, military, fighting, war, crime, abortion, stem-cell research, smoking, drinking, drugs, etc.

    The problem with opinions is that we all have them, we all think ours are the only ones that are right, and we all associate a high value to them because we have a personal attachment to our own opinions. Challenging someone’s opinion is often construed as a personal attack on the individual. We’ve invested a part of ourselves in our opinions and we have difficulty separating the opinion from the person.

    Sure, our opinions can be influenced or changed over time, but that takes time and effort on the part of the persuader and a willingness on our own part to remove our blinders and earplugs. Easier said than done.

    I’m biased and my opinions are coloured by my personal mores and values. I know it. You know it. The question is, are you able to admit it to yourselves and others?

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    semantics

    Scribbled down on November 24th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Frothing At The Bit, Reading Begets Enlightenment

    I wasn’t really a big fan of the show at first, but the hubby has successfully managed to get me hooked on Bones. I knew the series was based on the books authored by Kathy Reichs.

    As much as I love to read, sometimes I really need a good push to pick up a crime/mystery novel. A while back I was at Zellers and they had a few of Ms. Reichs books on sale for $4.99. Needing something to read, I bought them. Since I knew the TV series was based on a character from the book I figured I might enjoy the books too.

    For those that don’t know, the Temperance Brennen of TV is quite different from the Temperance Brennen of the written world. I quite like both characters – when I can stop comparing them…

    What I can’t stand in the books is the occasional reference to Quebec Province. I’ve also come across the phrase while surfing blogs and each time I read it my body reacts as if I am hearing someone dragging their fingernails down a chalkboard. Reading or hearing Quebec Province is just wrong in my world.

    I have never in my life called any Canadian province or territory “XX Province”. I don’t know a single Canadian who does. Sure, we often just say the name of the province – Quebec, Ontario, Alberta – or will say “the province of Quebec”.

    Another word that’s driving me bonkers recently is the continual use of pleaded in the news media (print and TV) when referring to justice issues. I don’t know when this trend started but I can’t stand hearing or reading its use in reference to entering a plea in court. In my world, it’s pled guilty. Sure, according to dictionary.com both forms are technically correct but that doesn’t mean that they both fit the proper flow of language – especially the spoken word.

    Say the following sentences out loud (you know you want to) to get a better sense of what I mean:

    • He pled not guilty on the charge of armed robbery.
    • He pleaded not guilty on the charge of armed robbery.

    Since pled sounds so much better than pleaded I just can’t figure out why the talking heads on TV news insist on using this phrasing. I’ve heard the phrase come out of the mouths of the newscasters at CTV, Global and CBC. I’ve seen it written in community papers, online news sites, and the local papers (Sun and Journal). Please; someone stop this madness!

    For the sake of all that’s holy and for my sanity, I’m begging the local newscasters to change their phrasing. Keep the use of pleaded to a minimum and use it in the following manner: “He pleaded with the judge for leniency” rather than to describe the plea entered at trial.

    Wrap Up

    • Quebec province = bad
    • province of Quebec = good
    • pleaded = bad
    • pled = good

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    Thursday Thirteen – Morning Routine

    Scribbled down on November 23rd, 2006 by she
    Posted in Popularity Contests

    Welcome to the sixth edition of the screaming pages Thursday Thirteen. Happy Thanksgiving to all my US based visitors.

    We all have morning routines. Some get up and immediately run for the coffee pot. Others hit the snooze button. This week’s Thursday Thirteen lists the thirteen things that make up my weekday morning routine.

    Thirteen Things about SHE. Thirteen things I do when I get up in the morning.

    1. Hit the snooze button – I set my alarm clock a few minutes early just so I can hit the snooze button at least 2x before I crawl out of bed each morning. I don’t know why I bother. Once the dogs are up, I’m expected to get up too. They do everything their little brains can think of to get me out of bed. Fifty pound dogs jumping on your chest to wake you up is not a pleasant way to get up in the morning.
    2. Let the dogs out – Better to do it now than risk having them trip me when I’m trying to eat. If the hubby is home, they just go outside to play when I wake up. On cold or rainy days I can’t go very far because they’ll be desperate to get back inside as soon as possible. If it’s warm or snowing, it’s next to impossible to get them back inside.
    3. Breakfast – I’m not a big breakfast person. Normally it’s limited to yogurt, fruit and juice.
    4. Fill the dog and cat food and water dishes.
    5. Brush my teeth – A necessity after eating breakfast.
    6. Shower – ‘Nuff said.
    7. Pick out clothes to wear – Small house means small closets. I run back and forth between three rooms trying to determine what to wear, which blouses match which pants, etc. I love Fridays simply because I get to dress in T-shirts and jeans. No colour coding required.
    8. Find my glasses – I’ve been wearing glasses for over 1/2 of my life. You’d think by now that I’d have a set place where I put them when I take them off before bed. That would make sense. I never seem to take them off in the same place twice and I can never remember where I put them the next morning. Some days this can result in an amusing running around like a chicken with my head cut off routine.
    9. Check the weather – If I were smart, I’d check the weather when I let the dogs out. Most morning my eyes are barely open when they run past my legs and head for the yard. Smart doesn’t happen until after my first coffee in the morning…
    10. Change my clothes – See, if I checked the weather before I got dressed, I wouldn’t waste time changing clothes. After checking the weather I’ll usually change something: put on a sweater, add socks, put on a blouse, change my pants, etc.
    11. Fix my hair – I can’t do my hair until I get dressed. If I don’t put my clothes on first, my hair will stick out everywhere.
    12. Make/Grab lunch – Mad dash search to find sustenance to take to work.
    13. Mommy’s got to go to work” – When the door opens, the dogs want to go out and play. I’ve trained the dogs to back away from the door and let me out in the morning by saying “Mommy’s got to go to work”. They’re so well trained that they’ll walk away from the door and let me out on weekends or in the evening when I say this.

    Thanks to my T13 visitors who’ve dropped by and left a comment: Laughing Muse, Jo, Suki, Michelle, Caylynn, Tink, Colleen, Skittles, Lisa, Brony, Sanni, Janet, measi, Teena, Bond, DKRaymer, Caryle, Sonny.

    Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

    The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

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