Saturday, November 27, 2010


This is one of the most spellbinding bits of video I've seen.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Welcome To The 20th Century, Prince Edward Island!

Wow. The Legislature of Prince Edward Island has voted to allow year-round Sunday shopping.

Sunday shopping. This has been debated about for decades. Literally decades.

It was said that year-round Sunday shopping is unfair to small business owners. They'd have to pay workers for another day, or lose business to their competitors who were open on Sunday.

Don't think for a minute it's out of consideration for the small business owner. It is maybe one percent about the small business owner. The small business owner is a scapegoat, or, more bluntly, an excuse.

For years, Sunday shopping has been allowed in the summer when the godless heathens come to throw their shekels at the golden calf of relaxation, but only up until the end of Christmas, 'cause clearly that's what Jesus would do: buy little Jimmy a $100 plastic Transformers toy and a synthetic fleece housecoat.

This is the centuries-old Sunday-is-a-day-of-rest crap that makes Prince Edward Island the smallest but staunchest Bible Belt in Canada. I don't care who says it's somewhere in the Prairies. It's not. It's here. Here, in the one of the last provinces to legalize gay marriage (and still saw a gay couple almost murdered last month when their home was set on fire). The power of the voting public who also happen to be backward, ignorant hicks should not be underestimated here at home (not just south of the 49th).

The upside is, churches bind together small communities and there's something romantic these days about a parish connection, isn't there?

Well, we now have year-round Sunday shopping. Take that, Holy See!
(Just 'cause it's pretty. And Fabricville will be open on Sundays in March now.)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Just a little light-hearted note, since it seems all I want to write about these days is deeply divisive:

I love portmanteaux. A portmanteau is a word made up of two words crammed together. Really common examples are "smog" and "workaholic."

I like the ones that are like "smog" the most - the ones which blend together seamlessly because they share one sound. I was proud of myself a few days ago when I dubbed the rash on my neck my "neckzema." Ah... wordplay releases endorphins. That feels good.

While I love the idea of Movember and applaud its purpose (and facial hair), it is not a good portmanteau. Moustache begins with "must" sound and November's beginning rhymes with "cove," so it's not great, unless you just say that the blend is just the very first sound of moustache, and then it's just a weak blend.

(Anyhow, that's been sticking in my craw for the last 3 weeks.)

Right. Off to statistics class. Off to crunch numbers. Imaginary, imprecise numbers.

Monday, November 08, 2010

A Few Words About Civic Duty.

We're coming up on Remembrance Day, a big day in my books. It breaks my heart every year.

I'm afraid, though, that the day is more likely to be seen as a "day off." People may forget that we're excused from work and school to pay a tribute. A whole day off doesn't come easy in Canada. We have very few state holidays, and how many can you name that aren't centred around the Christian calender? It is clearly for an important reason.

I encourage you to find your local cenotaph which is hosting a ceremony on Thursday and go to the services. If it's hard, good - it's not meant to be easy. It might not be convenient or make you feel good to mourn with your country, but it's important to do so. In person. Don't sleep the morning away. Put on your coat, your poppy, and take part in a unique way to show your patriotism.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Hot Downward Dog.

I've been trying out hot yoga this month. There is a studio in town that offers a $40 month-long unlimited package for new clients. Since each session is $16, I'll have saved money if I go three times, so why not? I must have to give it that many tries before I can really know if I like it or not anyway.

Well, hot yoga is the freshest brand of hippie hell. It's also awesome. I'm pretty torn about it. The yoga itself is pretty elementary, but doing it in a room set to 32 celsius.

Within one minute, sweat is pouring off me. My pigtails are dripping, my eyes are stinging with salt, and there's no grip left in my sweaty palms.

If you have to ask if this is a picture of me, you don't know me very well.

In my first session I had to step out of the room for a while because I felt like if I didn't I might pass out. I was down in child's pose and couldn't get a decent breath of air, even if I turned my head. It felt like I was breathing in and out of a shoebox. Really, I was probably just shorting out my body's ability to maintain homeostasis because the air in the room was likely nearing body temperature.

I'm not sure if it's as good as a workout as people might think. I suspect we think it's a good workout because of all the sweating, and usually, sweating means good activity, but it's there somewhat artificially.

I don't buy all the "sweat out your toxins" stuff. I'm pretty sure sweat is just water and some salts and some other trace minerals.

This isn't to say it's not beneficial at all. It is a good activity, yoga, and being all warm and cozy and sweaty isn't exactly unpleasant, but I don't see the heat as essential. It's a good novelty, I think.

I've had a cold the last few days so I haven't been back in over a week. I want to be able to take a good deep breath without coughing before I head back into that workout.