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Empathy

2011-04-17T14:13:00.000-07:00

I realized that women have very limited empathy towards other women, when it come to menstruation. This is a bit counterintuitive because you'd expect them to be full of empathy, seeing as they know exactly how it feels. And, in fact, that is the first emotion than always arises between two understanding women in a situation when one of them has her period. This empathy however is rather limited because, despite the fact that women have experienced more or less the same thing and know what it is like, they have also experienced on a regular basis, having to go through day-to-day tasks while having their period. So basically, women do feel a sort of sympathy for each-other, but they also feel that others should be able to go through what they go through.
Thank God for that, I suppose, because other wise, all women would do is go to little sympathy groups and never get anything done.

Human

2011-04-03T21:10:00.001-07:00

What makes a human being human? What is it that makes us who we are? When can we say that someone is “less than human”? I’ve just had an amazing conversation with my mother about my homeland: Russia. I’ve always loved Russian culture but this made me look at it from a completely other angle… For the first time (despite all my history lessons, I had not truly understood this before) I understood some of the horrors that happened in that place called USSR. For fifty years or so (and this is the worst period, it doesn’t mean it was too much better before and after), people had no “life” as we know it, it was constant fear for survival. Generations of people lived in fear. Fear, as my mom phrased it, is what destroys anything humane in us.
The whole discussion started with us pondering on the fact that Russian people, at least those of a couple of generations before me, and most who are still living with an old-fashioned mind-frame, love to be sick. Not on the surface of course, you ask anybody and they’ll tell you they hate being sick. And yet, as my mom puts it, that is all people talk about, and all they constantly attend to. Healing this; soothing that; going to see a number of doctors; if nothing is the matter, then it’s the “practice” treatment of vitamins and the such. People live lives in a self-destructive manner. People, good people, have a destructive way of loving others. My mother was trying to explain this to me and to make some sense of it herself, and concluded that generations of people living in fear simply produced this type of person. I suppose there’s some truth in this; half a century of fucking around can shape a people into something like this. Sadly, Russia is not the only example of this, it’s just the one closest to me.
But to go back to the original question… if fear destroys what is human in us, what IS human? Emotions, I think, an active participation in our environment, curiosity… I’m not saying other animals don’t have this too, but it seems to me that this is what we have more of. When you think of it, human beings are to this world, like the trouble-maker is to an elementary school. We mess up oh so much, but at the time we’re the life of the place, experimenting, loving, hating, laughing, crying, biting into life, doing everything with vigor. To me, at least at the present time, at midnight on a Sunday, this is what it is to be human, what it is to live. Experience life, not just let it pass us by; act on our desires, take the steering wheel instead of the back seat.
I think, a few minutes before my death, I’d like to be able to look back at my life with a smile, knowing that I’ve spent it well, that I deserve a rest, that there isn’t anything I missed. Until then, I want to go on living each day craving more knowledge, more experience, more beauty, more creativity, more… This is, to me, what it is to be human.

Education

2011-02-15T18:50:00.001-08:00

I’ve just had a revelation.

I think I may be closer to truly understand the difficulty of teaching. It is only my sense of challenge and a deep love for children that stops me from turning back here and now, giving up teaching as a useless enterprise, that is bound to fail no matter what you try.

For my sociology of education class, I’m reading a book by John Holt, called “How Children Fail”. It illustrates the mindboggling gap between an adult’s perspective and a child’s perspective. A teacher might think they’ve got a fool-proof strategy to catch the student’s attention, interest him and make him think. Well, tough luck, the student finds it pointless, confusing and unknowingly finds countless techniques of figuring out the “right” answer without understanding what we want them to understand, or thinking in the way that we want them to think. This however, although highly interesting, was not what lead to my revelation. My own experiences did.

I am also presently writing a short essay on education and was thinking of important factors of education that have little to do with the class material. Things like learning how to learn, creativity, social skills, self-esteem, to name a few. Now if anyone has studied in the international school system, you might frown slightly and start rummaging your brain, thinking, why does this sound familiar? No…? Do any of these ring a bell? “Apprendre a apprende” “Homo Phaber” “Environment” “Comunaute et service” and “Sante et formation sociale”. That’s what I thought too… and I was astonished to see find that, while I found all of this to be utter rubbish while I was in school, I find now that it’s a splendid idea! Once again… an adults view about what children perceive is out of tune with reality. You see, the people in charge of reforms, special school systems and the like, might have the best intentions going in, but unless they truly understanding how children feel they can only make half-blind guesses at the effective way to teach them.

This being said, all this work is not going to waste. My younger sister, who incidentally is studying in the same system but at an elementary rather than high school level, finds these teaching strategies as interesting as anything else in school. She doesn’t have a particular passion for “apprendre a apprende” or “santé et formation sociale” but unlike me, finds them quite tolerable and engaging. Maybe the mistake in my particular experience with the international school system it’s age inappropriateness.

Can I show kids what I find important in a way they can relate to? Challenge accepted!

Of snow storms and srawberries

2011-02-05T20:30:00.000-08:00

It's snowing in Montreal. A thick white carpet covers the streets. A young girl sits in bed with her friend the laptop, typing away. A colourful string of lights illuminates the room. (said room is a mess, but we'll ignore that fact till the morrow). Our damsel collects her thoughts, pondering on the next line. Why did she start writing in the first place? But of course! Exhausted after her busy day, she sat quietly with a friend, exploring the wonders that the internet holds, and realized that she is tiered no longer. What more natural thing to do, than type away (especially if your fingers keep mixing up keys, your mind mixing up words and your imagination mixing up ideas). For instance, let's examine for a moment where the strawberries in the title came from... This is a most noble and ambitious quest! Perhaps a tad bit too ambitious for our young friend, who is at long last willing to succumb to the beckoning calls of sleep. Let her drift away into the ever-changing, unexplored waters of the dream world. Let her sink into the soft and soothing form that is her pillow. Let her be shielded from the elements, while deep in slumber she regains strengths. Let her be for she will likely make more sense in a more rested state. Let her be, we shall learn of the strawberries that trouble her so upon a different hour. Let her be and think not of what is not meant to be thought. You too my friend, be free. Go, frolic away, fast as the wind. Slide away, smooth as the river. Go. Be. Or if being pleases thee not, than be gone.

Wallet Tutorial

2011-01-29T10:26:00.000-08:00

By popular demand on crafster, I finally made the tutorial for my wallet. =)

Good luck, and feel free to ask questions if you have any!

Material:

- Two types of fabric: one can be thinner, with a nice pattern and the second more sturdy but plainer. I have no idea what’s the name of the fabric I was using, but it was canvas-like and stiff. I imagine denim will do the job, or anything else you can find.

- Zipper

- Magnetic (or other) clasp

- Glue stick

- And whatever you use for your sewing

Fabric Pieces:

(s) = sturdy fabric (p)= pattern fabric

measures in cm

2- 18.5 x 19 (s) this will be your base

1- 18 x 16 (p) this will be your coin pocket

6- 18.5 x 4.5 (p) these will be your card slots

1- 18.5 x 16 (p) this will be your bill pocket liner

2- 10 x 2~ (s) this will be the base of your strap *

2- 10 x 2~ (p) this will be the outer part of your strap

2- 18.5 x 16 (s) one piece will be for your bill pocket and the other for your coin pocket *

4- 9 x 2 (p) these will make the ribbons around your wallet.

~ Or larger depending on the size of your clasp.

* Do not leave leek

Step 1:

Cut out and label (very important!) all the pieces you’ll be working with. Don’t forget to leave a leek unless otherwise mentioned.

Step 2:

Insert zipper and pocket 1cm from the top of a “base” piece

I, myself, followed an amazing tutorial for this part, here’s the link: http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/?p=150

Since my sturdy fabric was… well sturdy, I couldn’t fold over such a small piece like shown in the tutorial, so I just cut it right along the edge of the rectangle and later “covered it up” with some acrylic paint. What you can also do is cut it along the edge and (before sewing on the zipper) make a contour with the patterned fabric.

NOTE: make sure your pocket is sewn on with the pattern on the inside. (the first time around I made the mistake of having it inside out and had to improvise a solution)

- Onto the back of the coin pocket, glue the piece of sturdy fabric intended for that purpose. This will make the wallet less flimsy.

Step 3:

Make the top 6 card slots.

- Fold over one edge of your 4.5cm pieces and sew a straight line close to the edge.

NOTE: before sewing along an edge, iron the fold first.

- Repeat for all the other card slot pieces.

- Now, starting with the top slot, sew the pattern fabric onto your base; sew on the second and third slot making sure that the third is 9cm from the top.

- Sew a straight line in the middle to separate the 3 long slots into 6 shorter ones. Leave the outer side as it is, it’ll be taken care of later.

Step 4:

Make bill pocket.

- Fold the lining fabric in half and iron (fold the 16 cm side). Once again, the patterned side needs to be inside.

- Fold over and sew the two top edges. One as is, and the second one with the sturdy fabric inserted into the fold.

Step 5:

Sew on card slots onto the sturdy fabric of the bill pocket pocket following step 3.

Make sure the lining fabric is out of the way, you don't want it sewn on as well, you want it dangling behind for now.

Step 6:

Attach bill pocket to the base

- Now that your card slots are sewn on, glue the back of the lining fabric to the back of the sturdy fabric. (the half that's touching it when it's folded) Glue the other half of the lining to the base of your wallet. make sure that the bottom of the card slots is aligned with the bottom of the base.

- Sew on the upper edge of the bill lining to the base (the edge that's not sewn on to the other strip of sturdy fabric)

- Now sew along the sides of your entire base, in this way, closing the sides of all the slots and bill pocket.

What it looks like from the back

*Note, when I took this picture I had not yet glued the sturdy fabric onto the back of the coin pocket.

Step 7:

Make a pattern on the outer side of your wallet.

This is done on the piece of “base” fabric (18.5 x 19) that we haven’t touched yet.

I decided to just sew on a solid rectangle of patterned fabric, but if you have other ideas, feel free to improvise!

Step 8:

Make strap and add the magnetic clasp.

- Round off one side of both sturdy fabric pieces

- Glue each of the patterned fabric pieces over a sturdy fabric piece.

- On one half of the strap cut slits to insert magnetic clasp, leave the other intact.

- Insert magnetic clasp on strap. There is a bit on clasps here http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/?p=150. It’s fairly straightforward.

- Sew both sides of strap together. You might have to do this by hand. My machine couldn’t work around the clasp.

Step 9:

Finishing the strap.

- Secure the strap on one side (18.5 cm side) of the “outer base”.

- On the opposite side, secure the second half of the magnetic clasp.

- Both clasp and strap should be centered lengthwise and about 3cm from the side. Before sewing it on, make sure the strap is long enough to go around without being too tight.

Step 10:

Sew both sides of wallet together.

- At this point I cut the leek of both sides of my wallet, leaving them 18.5 x 19cm. You can cut a bit more or less depending on your zipper or anything else that may have gone wrong/changed in your design. Don’t worry about the flailing ends.

- Glue the two sides of the wallet together

- Fold over and iron the leeks on your 19 x 2 pieces of patterned fabric.

- One by one, glue and then sew on these “ribbons” all around your wallet. Make sure you get the strap out of the way when you're sewing the ribbon around that edge.

- Wash off any glue that might be showing and you’re done!

It’s really not as complicated as it sounds, bear with me, this is my first wallet and first tutorial. I would love to see what you guys make of this! And please feel free to comment on my tutorial (not enough detail? Too much obvious info? Pictures?) and add any suggestions you might have!

Anything is possible if you set your mind to it

2011-01-23T15:44:00.000-08:00

Even making your own wallet!

For a while now, I've noticed that my wallet was falling apart and I wanted to find one with more card slots. Then, just the other week I discovered crafster.org ... and fell in love! All the nifty projects on that site inspired me to get my ass off the couch and take matters into my own hands...

So here is my first home-made wallet.

I was amazed at the amount of measuring, calculating, planning, re-planing, and on-the-go fixes this took! This gave my brain cells some long-needed exercise. But despite (and in a way, thanks to) all the complications, I had a LOT of fun making this.

Measures 19.5 x 9.5cm

12 card slots

Coin pocket with zipper

Pocket for bills

Magnetic clasp

Fresh, fresh exciting!

2011-01-13T15:46:00.000-08:00

I love spaghetti with tomato sauce, or, frankly, any other sauce. However, any sauce I buy invariably ends up moldy somewhere in the back of the fridge. This is mainly because I'm the only one in the house who consumes it (and partially because I sometimes loose things in my fridge). I tried buying smaller quantities of the stuff, but somehow, I can never manage to eat if fast enough. So I found my solution in making fresh sauce.

I once got the craving for pasta and, realizing that there is no sauce in the house, but that there are tomatoes underhand, I decided to improvise. The first time I did, I was in a hurry and simply diced a couple of tomatoes and threw them on the pan, along with fresh parsley. Not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, with some grated parmesan (and when I say some, I mean a small mountain of it, because it's just so damn good) it was quite next to restaurant-style delicious.

Now, when ever I make pasta, it has to come with the fresh, home-made, tomato sauce to which I add an ingredient or two every time. (Today's magic ingredient was sweet onion, giving it a subtle and marvelous taste) However, despite the fact that my recipe grows and changes a bit every time, I try to keep it simple, fun and fast to clean because, usually when I make pasta, I'm starving and I want food now, not in an hour!

Try experimenting a bit on your own, you don't always need a recipe to tell you what to do, to make something worthwhile!

Life Hacks

2010-12-18T07:55:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend follows this site called "Life Hacker".

http://lifehacker.com/

What they do, is basically give random tips to life: from cooking, to financing, to electronics. It's a compilation of quick-fixes and do-it yourself. Personally, I haven't explored the site too much, but I like the concept. When I finished making a case for my new electronic book, I thought "hey, this makes me think of the hack concept".

So here is the "How to hack your own electronic book case".

Instead of buying a ready-made case (I think my dad said it cost somewhere close to 50-60$), I made one out of an agenda cover. Not too complicated, cheep and exactly the way I want it.

Unfortunately, my photos are not step by step, but here it is in a nutshell:

Step 1:

Find a hard-cover outdated agenda (outdated simply because it costs less) the size of your e-book and with a pattern or texture you like.

Step 2:

Take out the agenda part, you'll only be needing it's cover. In my case, this was really simple because it was a slip-on cover; if it's not, simply rip out the pages.

Step 3:

Secure your e-book to the outer-side or the cover. If, like in my case, you found a slip-on cover, simply cut out the desired curve to be able to slip in your e-book in place of the agenda. If not, you will have to create corners to secure it. This can be done by sewing on or securely gluing on elastics (diagonally, at the corner of your cover); by finding large photo-corners; or by making the corners out of a nice solid cardboard or fabric. Personally, I think elastic bands would be your best bet.

Step 4:

Secure your e-book to the inner-side of the cover. The way I did it should work in most cases, simply secure an elastic band to the cover and slip your device in.

Step 5:

If you wish, add something on the opposite side of the cover: a photo, notepad, even a mini pocket folder! I glued a piece of cardboard under my notepad, because the book-cover itself was not hard cover and I wanted an extra protection to come over the screen when it is folded.

Step 6:

If you book cover has no way of closing on it's own (some come with clasps or close shut with magnets) then you can easily attach an elastic band to do the job.

Voila, your custom-made, unique and personalized case is now complete!

Comme dans les films

2010-12-16T09:17:00.000-08:00

I realize more and more that real life is just like they show it in the movies. No, I don't mean that you can save your friend from a fatal fall by clinging on to his pinkie; I don't mean that some random guy will pop out of nowhere and slow-motion karate-kick the robber in your house; I don't mean that a heroic love interest will burst into a burning building to, bare-handedly retrieve your cat. What I mean is, these things happen: fires, robberies, love affairs, divorces, earthquakes, domestic violence, that's to name a few. These this happen around you. They're not just some far-off reality in the news or some Hollywood invention or part of an harlequin novel. They are there, around you. I personally know people who have suffered every one of the things I mentioned, and I myself have witnessed a couple in my life.

Realizing thins makes me see that life isn't as constant as it may seem. It makes me see the importance of living in the moment. If you're happy in the here and the now, it doesn't matter what happened before. or even what will happen after.

“If you never change your mind, why have one?”

2010-12-10T11:06:00.000-08:00

I've realized recently that whatever discussion I seem to have, it leads me to change my mind about what ever I originally believed in. Not because I was convinced to think otherwise, but due to the fact that it gave me the opportunity to think things over, analyze and come out with a fresh result. It's like taking out a book that has been sitting on a dusty shelf, flipping through it and rewriting bits and pieces. Often, only to realize that you have to re-write them again, that there was something missing or that you no longer hold some parts true.
I often tend to take on the defensive in discussions, this makes discussing with different people interesting because I'm contradicting different things.
It's actually quite nice to be able to change your mind. People change, circumstances change, life changes. Why shouldn't your mind?

Potpourri

2010-12-09T07:42:00.000-08:00

I've missed my blog. Countless times I've found myself thinking of a subject for a blog entry and never got around to actually writing it. Now, I've finished my most urgent piece of schoolwork (and am on my my to finishing my semester!); I'm sitting in bed bundled up in a scarf, after having tried to south my coughing by breathing minty steam; and I've still got some time before I have to brave the outside to get to work. As good a time as any to write.

I'm not a big fan of winter clothes... is it just me, who's warmest clothes look inelegant? are those skanks wearing skinny jeans, tightly fitted jackets and boots that look like they're paper thin, actually warm? Something makes me doubt that... As for me, I've just barely gotten over a cold and there are five feet of snow outside, do I want to be warm or sexy? Warm. Thank you.

(However... I do find my wooly mitten-gloves quite sexy despite their warmth =P )

I'm twenty years old. When one of my friends was turning twenty, she said she didn't feel like she had anything to show for it. It got me thinking.

My first thought was "what about me? what do I have to show for it?"

I think I'm quite happy with my overall self-reflection.

It's true that I'm still at college for an other session, while most of the people I went to high-school with will be finishing up their first year at university. But, seriously, where's the rush? What's the point of always wanting to run on and on? Why does finishing college in two years make you a success? You followed the system, here have a gold star! Bull-shit. If you did and you enjoyed it, good for you! If you're on the path you've always dreamed to be on, even better. If, however, you sped through those two years simply in oder to get to the next step, you're more lost than the guy who finished college in five years. Live. Life is not about the destination, but about the journey you take to get there.

But I'm getting thoroughly off track.

Bottom line: I'm happy with my schooling. I've loved my teachers and classes and I think I'm actually learning something worthwhile. To add to that, I'm also on the right track. On the right track to where I want to be. I'm in the child studies program and working at a daycare. Both make me very happy.

What else? Twenty, twenty. I'm twenty and I have a stable relationship with my boyfriend. This I find is also important. Here, I'm not going to start critiquing people who aren't in a relationship or who've been jumping from one to the next. For the former, it's like I said, where's the rush? you'll find it when you will. For the latter, it's life experience, learn from it.

Twenty. I'm twenty and I do draw and pose for nude art. As strange as it might sound, this makes me feel mature and proud. It's a bit funny because it's a loop: I draw nudes and pose because I'm mature enough to appreciate it but part of why I like it is because it makes me feel mature.

Tbc

The style is a little rough, but I felt like making a potpourri of thoughts.

Take your life into your own hands

2010-11-08T10:19:00.000-08:00

Or, if you can't, then take it with your feet. I've just read the story of an amazing woman who, born with no arms, does more with her life than most of us do.

"Motivational speaker Jessica Cox has

earned two black belts in Taekwondo,

plays the piano, and on October 11, 2008

became the first person without arms

to earn a pilot’s license. Yep, you read that right.

Jessica does everything with her feet,

including putting in her contact lenses!"

http://bolstablog.wordpress.com/2009/08/13/jessica-cox/

This is not, by far, the only motivational story I've heard, that inspires me to do so much. Yet, why do I still find it hard to make time for at least a fraction of the projects that develop in my head, but don't really get anywhere? Maybe some of us are deprived of something, but, instead, given so much more. Others, who seemingly have got it all, must realize on their own to what extent they are powerful creators of their own lives. No one can show you the extent of your knowledge, your potential, your strength, aside from you. Sometimes I feel like the only way of truly living is to constantly push the boundaries. Perhaps I haven't done much of this in my life, perhaps I never will, perhaps this moment of inspiration is a fleeting one. One thing I know for sure is that no one can impose limits on you, other than yourself, and being born with a defect like Jessica's is only sad if you allow it to be so.

Daycare

2010-10-28T17:56:00.000-07:00

Every time I go substitute at daycare, I feel like I'm being submerged into a sea of activity. The nice kind, the kind of activity that makes you happy to be alive.

As soon as I come in, it's a flood. A flood of curious questions, proud remarks and general affection. I barely have the time to answer that my name is Anna (to those who don't know me yet, or forgot), say a friendly "Salut! Ca va bien?" to one of the more familiar kids and record that one little girl is going to be Cinderella for Halloween, when it seems like all the kids are suddenly around me, telling me about their costumes, asking me for my name again, asking if I remember them, talking about... God know what! I just have the time to flash a smile here, give a hug there and give out a few general comments ("Aw, c'est bien ca!" "Ooo, que c'est interessant!"), only half aware what I'm commenting on and who I'm telling it to. By the time the kids line up for the bathroom, the commotion settles a bit and I get a moment to breath. "Wow, I've missed this! I realize, I'm back in my element."

My element, that's all I can call it, because it makes me happy. Even with the most difficult kids, you have nice, tender moments or moments that make you wanna stretch you mouth into a grin so wide your jaw ends up hurting.

"Je suis tanante des fois!"

"Je raffole des fruits de mer!" (coming from a four-year-old)

How can you not smile at that?

Of course these are dispersed among other moments, less entertaining ones (or rather, entertaining, but in a different way).

"Il a pris mon jouet!"

"Mais elle en a deja deux!"

Damn, dilemma! One the one hand, I can't encourage taking without asking, on the other hand, I can't encourage hogging either!

"Bon, si vous ne pouvez pas vous entendre, c'est moi qui prends le jouet!"

Fair enough? Who ever thought that working at a daycare improved your diplomacy skills?

I guess what I'm really trying to do is transmit a bit of what I feel and maybe, just maybe, get you to smile once or twice.

Moral of the story: daycare rocks.

Work

2010-10-27T07:35:00.001-07:00

Work is a funny thing... When you don't have any, you're bored, you waste your time and to top it all, you don't have any income flowing in. So whith a prospect of a job, you get excited, you feel like this is exacyly what you need, you're ready to take on the world. Suppose you get a job, any job really. Ah! What a feeling of self fufilment! Then, inevitably, you realise: " wait a minute... Does this mean I acctually have to work? No one mentioned that!" Suddenly, all that time you used to kill doesn't seem so fruitless... Insted, it takes on the proportions of someting esencial, you start being protective of it. However, as soon as you're free again, (guess what?) that time is once again going more or less down the drain and boredome settles in. Thus, the patadox of work.

Simple Food

2010-10-21T14:14:00.001-07:00

Ever since I started studying at Dawson College, the odd-timed breaks, the lack of "lunch companions" and the proximity and variety of fast-food restaurants got me steadily addicted to what I call "out" food. I don't know what they put in that stuff, but it's seriously addicting. Some days, when I would be at home, I'd find myself opening a full fridge and closing it right after, longing for "out food". Thankfully, I managed to ween myself off this stuff, because it was becoming too much for my wallet and my body. Now, I still eat at fast-food restaurants obviously and rarely pack a lunch, but at least I can appreciate home-made food fully.

I no longer consider "out" food to be tastier than what I make at home, it's simply an alternative to save time. In fact, I find home-made food absolutely delicious. Even the simplest foods can

taste twice as good as anything you could get at a fast-food restaurant. For instance, today, I made myself fried potatoes and sour-crout salad (very typical Russian food) and enjoyed it as much as I would enjoy any gourmet food, and much more than my usual "out" food.

Simple married delicious and had a party in my mouth.

If you're interested:

The potatoes were simply fried over medium fire on vegetable oil (if you can get sunflower oil, it's even better). Add a bit of salt to taste and, if you so wish, chopped onions. Beats french fries any day (unless said fries are made into poutine, it that case it becomes a different dish and can't be compared).

The sour-crout was store-bought, but I add grape-seed oil and red onions to make the taste pop.

Proverb of the Day

2010-10-19T20:18:00.001-07:00

Better late than never.
Trust me, it's true. Only in exceptional cases is it better to not do something at all rather than do it late. Once again, trust me on this one, school projects are not the exception to this rule. Teachers are glad to recieve work at any time. Sure, only if you give things in on time are you a really good stdent, but if you couldn't achieve that, would you rather be a student that has potential but is not using it to the maximum, or the demotivated student who doesn't give a rat's tail for school? I'd pick the former, and I know a teacher prefers that too.

Alors On Dance

2010-10-18T20:03:00.000-07:00

Qui dit étude dit travail,

Qui dit taf te dit les thunes,

Qui dit argent dit dépenses,

Qui dit crédit dit créance,

Qui dit dette te dit huissier,

Oui dit assis dans la merde.

Qui dit Amour dit les gosses,

Dit toujours et dit divorce.

Qui dit proches te dis deuils car les problèmes ne viennent pas seul.

Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers- monde.

Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille,

Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes.

Alors on danse…

Et la tu t'dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.

Qu'en tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors quand y en a plus et ben y en a encore!

Ecstasy dis problème les problèmes ou bien la musique.

Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu prie pour que ça s'arrête.

Mais c'est ton corps c’est pas le ciel alors tu t’bouche plus les oreilles.

Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste...

Alors on chante

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,

Alors on chante

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala

Alors on chante

Et puis seulement quand c’est fini, alors on danse.

Alors on danse

Et ben y en a encore

When I think about it, I don't really have all that many problems, and the ones I do have are rather small. Yet, I can't help but adopt an escapist attitude every time they appear. My current escape is novels. And while it may be good to be able to forget your worries for a while, living like an emu, with your head in the ground, is not a solution. Time to wake up.

However, no one says you can't sing and dance while facing your problems...

... alors on chante

Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala

Polka-dots

2010-10-16T20:30:00.000-07:00

Over the summer I planed on sewing a handbag and when I realized the fabric that I bought was not sturdy enough for that purpose, I was left with a couple of meters of polka-dot fabric and nothing to show for it. Now I finally started putting it to good use: making a pouch for my bus pass, that I'm constantly misplacing, and a cover case for my ottoman that was starting to look quite worn. Very useful and not too complicated.

It has a string attached to it, taken from my old camera, so I can put it around my wrist. Handy for in between bus and metro situations.

It was my first time sewing anything with an elastic... I think it worked out just fine.

Marketing

2010-10-13T10:35:00.001-07:00

Once again, foiled by marketing. Well this is embarassing. I can not believe how easily marketing and advertisement gets to me and my only relief is that I'm aware of it and trying to overcome the temptation that always arises.
As of this morning:
Advertisement: 1
Anna: 0
For a while now I've been avoiding SecondCup drinks as I find them far too sweet. Personal oppinion here. It's just that, if you're going to pay that much and not enjoy it, it's not worth it. That gets me to this morning: while waiting for the photo center to open, so I can re-do my Opus card, I thought of getting a coffee. Right near the place is a SecondCup. Ok, I think, I'll just get a small regular coffee and put in it what I like... Little did I know that I would think otherwise as soon as I walked in. In front of me, barring half the enterance sits a poster portaing a tempting looking pumpkin latte.
"Ohhh! Look at that" says a little voice in my head.
"No, I reply, it's too sweet, I don't like their lattes anymore, and they all taste the same"
"But you haven't had one in ages! Come on!"
Damn you little voice! You're too easily distracted by pretty pictures and you have the attention span of a gold-fish allong with the stubbornness of a mule! Of course, against my better judgement, I got the pumpkin latte. Now, some ten minutes later, I sit here writting, trying to distract myself from the thought that a simple coffe would have been so much more satisfying. Don't you worry marketting, I'll get back at you!

Teaching

2010-10-12T10:14:00.001-07:00

Today, I was helping my eight-year-old sister, Alice, with her homework and realized just why I want to be a teacher: I want to teach children my way. I don't doubt that my sister's teacher is good at what she does, but I can see that her way won't be my way of teaching. I disagree with the lack of precision and guidance given by some teacher. I've noticed this in my sister's homework and in the work given to some of my tutees. Allow me to explain where this reflection comes from. Most children in grade school write a dictation every week and are given vocabulary words to study beforehand. My criticism falls on the way these lists of words are give: no theme or rule linking them and no explanation given as to the meaning. Words seem to be given at random and children are expected to know the meaning or ask their parents. The problem is, how many children are voluntarily going to ask the meaning of a word unless told to do so? Not many. It's typical with children and, frankly, with adults too, unless they are very serious, thorough learner, to skip over the things they aren't specifically asked to do.

"Are there any word you did't understand?"

"No"

"What does claim mean?"

"..."

I realize that there are exceptions to this rule and there are people who will ask and double check; but these are exceptional learners.

Just like it's not of much use asking most students open ended questions (i.e. "did you understand?" instead of "explain to me what you understood"), it's not much use giving them open ended instructions either. For example, my sister was giving the instructions to "search in the dictionary". Search what in the dictionary? "Oh just practice searching in it", says Alice. Now tell me, what kind of eight-year-old would thoroughly execute that type of exercise? After much arguing ("But that's not what we're supposed to do!"), I got her to search the words on her vocabulary list with me, explaining that she was killing two birds with one stone. She ended up enjoying the exercise and I was relieved that, for once, she would know the meaning of every vocabulary word for the test.

I suppose my purpose is not to criticize other teachers or the system, but rather figure out for myself how I want to teach. I want to be the one giving children the extra push towards learning how to learn because not everybody's family is evolved; some parents are too busy, others don't know the language and others still, it's sad to say, simply don't care.

Apples and Contentment

2010-10-11T19:10:00.000-07:00

Today was a simply beautiful day, the perfect weather for apple picking. And apple picking I went. I'll spare you the details of fawning over baby goats at the mini farm near the orchard, tasting apples from every tree and climbing ladders (and trees) to reach the finest prizes. Instead I wanted to make a reflection about the road home: we got in the car, my four friends and I, and for the first ten minutes of the drive we just... sat there, quietly, simply content. It has happened to me many a time, when, upon returning home from a trip, even a short one, I would just quiet down, sinking in all the day's experience and excitement. Afterwards, one of two things happen, you either fall asleep or you get into calm conversation with your companions But these first moments of serenity, that come after an active day, are pure bliss.

Nudity

2010-10-09T21:08:00.000-07:00

Naked and nude; two seemingly similar words, yet a world of difference in between.

Imagine how you would feel out of place, or even embarrassed being in a bathing-suit on a bus; yet you would feel perfectly comfortable in the same attire on the beach. In the same way, there is no shame attached to artistic nudity. Whether you're looking at, posing for or drawing nude art, you're fully concentrated on the beauty of the thing.

Having done it myself, I know that when you're modeling, you do not feel the least bit naked, but simply nude. It's like an act, a mask you put on. And as soon as you put your bathrobe back on, leaving your modeling role behind, you can talk to the artists, who just moments ago where looking at your body, without the slightest feeling of embarrassment, without reserve. The thought that these people just saw you naked doesn't even pop into your mind because, well, they didn't; they saw you nude. Also, because I've been on the recipient's side, I know that when you look at a model, regardless of his or her build, color or age, you're immersed in looking at the way lines curve, finding the right angles and examining the lights and shadows.

Another point I found interesting is looking at these representations of you later on. You're taking yet another stance, you're now the critic. When I saw a particularly well accomplished drawing, I was surprised not to find the thought I expected: "Ohh! Look at that, that's me!". Instead, I caught myself thinking, "I'm glad I could hold the pose that initiated this work, I'm glad the artist managed to work with it!" A successful drawing speaks for itself: "Thanks for this interesting pose, you inspired me."

Perhaps the last thing I wanted to say on the subject was that nude art, whether I'm drawing or posing, makes me feel mature and purposeful. It makes me feel like I'm not just part of the crowd, in my own way I stand out.

Ambition

2010-10-08T13:11:00.001-07:00

When my mom told me she though I was better off staying away from the art programs in college because I didn't have enough ambition, I was quite hurt. What?! I have plenty of ambition! Look at all the thing I want to do with my life! Now that I think about it, she was totally right... Ambition isn't only about wanting to achieve something, it's about actually getting there. And, to be quite frank, I don't get very far without a deadline, a push or some kind of obligation. I wouldn't be fair with myself if I said that I couldn't get anything done; no, that's not the problem... it's just that I want to do so much more. There are countless ideas that pop into my mind everyday, that I never realize or even just put to paper simply because I'm, well, let's face it, lazy. And whereas I can live with myself when I'm lagging behind with my schoolwork, or even neglecting the cleaning (you have to be lazy in some things!), it just makes me sad when I'm being unproductive with something creative. I just spend too much time thinking and imagining, and not enough time doing!

I've made up my mind. (If I got a dollar for every time I "made up my mind" to do something, I'd be rich! If you look on the other hand at the resolutions I've actually kept... well let's just keep this positive, shall we?) So, like I said, I've made up my mind to keep a daily blog. Although... I think I'll allow myself one missed day a week, just to make sure I don't give it up after three days. On that happy note, let the adventure begin!