Thursday, November 30, 2006

The value of life

*Cambodia Jesuit Services.

Development work in war- torn Cambodia has been taken up by Jesuit Services, a Jesuit-sponsored NGO under the able leadership of Sister Denise Coughlan, which provides direct assistance to the victims of anti-personnel landmines. Through a large number of projects the NGO helps people maimed by war and also addresses the problems of other marginalised people through various programmes. Sister Denise recounts a visit to a blind couple living in very poor surroundings close to Siam Rip. In one of her recent visits to their house she was surprised to find the blind young woman carrying an infant in her arms. She knew of only one girl child, also born blind, who was standing by her side and was worried by the thought that she may have given birth to another blind child. In the course of the conversation she learnt that the blind woman had adopted this new baby. She told Sister "I went to a nearby village a few days ago and I heard that a woman there was going to throw her new-born baby into the river. I rushed to her house and asked her to give her to me. I could not bear the thought of a new life being terminated". Sister Denise adds, "Thus we learn the value of life from those who are struggling to live themselves".

www.jesuitmission.org.au
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Monday, November 27, 2006

How Canadian are you?

You are 100% Canuck!

You rock, you are an almighty Canadian through and through. You have proven your worthiness and have won the elite prize of living in a country as awesome as Canada. Yes I know other countries think they are better, but we let them have that cuz we know better than they do, eh?

How Canadian Are You?
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Laughing out loud at the reference to Canadian Tire Money... How true.

Are you gooder at grammar?

Your Language Arts Grade: 100%

Way to go! You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know." Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).

Are You Gooder at Grammar?
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Ok, now you know that I am a grammar freak. When I hear people say "I seen this or that." I shudder. This is proof that I really never did see anything about a hanging whatchmacallit in high school, I'd have remembered. Why am I a grammar freak? God only knows.

Are you an idiot?

Are you an idiot?
Your Result: You have some brains...

You're not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You take some things for granted and just assume you're right. Over all you're not that bad but pay more attention

You're good!

You are an idiot

Are you an idiot?
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Watch out for trick questions... I know which ones I got wrong, I just couldn't figure out the trick in them... and one of them made no sense whatsoever.

Do you deserve your high school diploma?

You paid attention during 80% of high school!

68-84% Pretty good, you know that there are libraries and newspapers, and you remember what you've read. You were a child that wasn't left behind!

Do you deserve your high school diploma?
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Ok so I don't remember how to figure out the area of a right-angle triangle. Grade 12 math is a long way away. I guessed on that one. I also had no idea what a dangling modifier was. I KNOW I've never seen that before. Maybe it's an American thing? But apart from that, it wasn't too hard. Except I must have gotten more than just those two wrong, because I only got 80%. Oh, Cubism... I didn't know what that was either. But I must have had at least one more, and there were a couple I was pretty sure about, but not 100% so it must be one of them.

It's a cold again...

Gabriel brought home another cold, stuffy nose, fever, etc, and very generously decided to share it with Nicolas, so I've been half-awake all night again. Today was the day I was going to get a bunch of housework done. But where am I going to get the energy to do it?

Saturday, November 25, 2006

What kind of reader are you?

What Kind of Reader Are You?
Your Result: Book Snob

You like to think you're one of the literati, but actually you're just a snob who can read. You read mostly for the social credit you can get out of it.

Literate Good Citizen

Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm

Dedicated Reader

Fad Reader

Non-Reader

What Kind of Reader Are You?
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Got this from Peony and Pansy at Two Sleepy Mommies

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Here is the coat...


... half done, so you can see the before and after in one shot. For more pictures (close-ups) go here. That way I don't have to up-load everything twice.

In fact, I often upload pictures to flickr, so check up on that often if you like.

Five books meme

five books meme (from Jess at Days Go By)

1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book

1. Five books from the bookshelf in the livingroom upstairs. All books either currently reading (#1) or just finished (#2-5)

2. About twelve miles from Colombo, the capital of Sri Lanka, that country's only international airport was bustling. In Contempt of Fate, The tale of a Sri Lankan sold into servitude, who survived to tell it by Beatrice Fernando.

3. When Giemma left the farm, I did my best to keep out of that woman's way Escape from Slavery, The true story of my ten years in captivity- and my journey to freedom in America by Francis Bok.

4. As William Law says, "If you will consult your heart in all honesty, you will know that there is only one reason why you are not even now a saint: you do not wholly want to be" (A Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life). Angels (and Demons) What do we really know about them? by Peter Kreeft.

5. Then changing the tone of the conversation, Mike reintroduced himself, offering Brandon a friendly handshake. "The name's Mike Ledoux. I'm Joanie's cousin and I play keyboards with New Spring." Arms of Love by Carmen Marcoux.

6. But old Nokes thumped his stick on the floor and said roundly: "He's gone at last! And I'm glad for one. I never liked him. He was artful. Too nimble, you might say." Tales from the Perilous Realm - Smith of Wootton Major by JRR Tolkien.

And I'm going to tag Deo Gratias (si tu veux le faire en français) and whoever else wants to do this.

My take on Environmental Issues...

... probably not a very popular take... but whatever...

Since the dawn of creation creatures have come and gone, some go extinct, and others replace them right? And all of this has been going on with, except for very recently, little or no influence on the part of mankind. So has climatic change. I don't think you can blame humans for the Ice Ages. We were pretty primitive back then.

So while I am all for using renewable ressources, reducing and re-using packaging, finding better solutions fuel-wise, recycling, composting and the like... (I do particiapte in as many of these activities as possible.) I also think that there is a tendancy to exagerate out there.

I'm talking about all the concern about climate change and how it is going to affect all the animals and everything. Save the whales, save the seals, save the polar bears... save.... whatever. Note that noone wants to save human beings. We'd rather go instinct ourselves. (Abortion, euthanasia, simply deciding to never have kids...) Noone seems to be worried about the poor mosquito population either. They have rights too you know.

Nature has proved itself time and time again capable of adjusting. (Excepting perhaps in cases such as ozone layers being depleted?) Animals are no different. They too have proven themselves quite capable of living beside or with humans, and adjusting to new places and climates. While, of course, there is need for some concern, I do not think that it is possible nor that it is even desirable to try to save all species. Some species will die out, and other new ones, will take their place. I am all for slowing this down, but please remember, extinction of species is a natural phenomena, and let's not try to stop it. Climatic change is also a natural thing, and while we may have had a lot to do with global warming, we didn't invent it, all we have done is speed it up.

So let's stop acting as if the extinction of species is a terrible thing and ought to be stopped. It can't be stopped. You cannot stop time, and you cannot stop the inevitable. Extinction of species will happen, and so will climactic change. That is the nature of our planet. Always has been and always will be. So let's be a little more realistic please.

Must have been political day on MSN yesterday...

... cause I got all these political e-mails and more, (I'll spare you the others). Just ignore them if you want. Oh, except for one more, which I may or may not post later on...

Today, I am going to go finish fixing Gabriel's winter coat, now that I am done looking at my e-mails, thank goodness. (I really must try to go and look at them EVERY day...)

Instead of buying Gabriel a new one, I decided to do something different with the old (patched-up) one. Will post pics later of that. Should be interesting. For those of you who like that sort of thing. My sister-in-law perhaps? Since apparently you read this thing, according to my brother... :) And you sew better than me.

Wal-Mart Update

Wal-Mart Says It Will Not Make Corporate Contributions To Support Or Oppose Controversial Issues
Send Wal-Mart a "Thank You" for its statement.
You have made a difference! Wal-Mart has announced it "will no longer make corporate contributions to support or oppose controversial issues unless they directly relate to their ability to serve their customers." AFA is pleased with this announcement.Wal-Mart made the announcement Tuesday afternoon.In response to Wal-Mart's statement, AFA has decided to cancel its efforts of encouraging people to not shop at Wal-Mart or Sam's Club this Friday and Saturday.We believe that Wal-Mart will remain neutral in cultural battles. Click here to see the Wal-Mart announcement.Please send Wal-Mart a "Thank You" for its statement.
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Not that I will be shopping at Wal-mart until they start considering SOCIAL JUSTICE concerns either... I think both liberals and conservatives had good reasons never to step in their doors again... at least not to shop!!!

First Nations Poverty/La Pauvreté des Premières Nations

First Nations poverty is the greatest social injustice in Canada.
The First Nations Plan for Creating Opportunity is part of a national campaign to Make Poverty History for all Canadians. Sign up today to add your voice to the fight against First Nations poverty. You will join concerned individuals and organizations who are getting involved online and in communities across the country to fight poverty.Failure to act on First Nation issues is the most significant impediment to Canada’s competitiveness in the global economy. The cost of First Nations poverty is carried not only by First Nations but by all Canadian taxpayers.By signing, you are helping to ensure that First Nations poverty is an issue in the next federal budget and election.The First Nations Plan is reasonable, achievable and necessary to ensure a productive and competitive Canada for all Canadians.The AFN has been working hard to press the government for a meaningful response and commitment to move forward. Now we need your help.Help strengthen our message by signing this online petition and doing all you can to encourage others to follow your example.

Go here to sign the petition.

La pauvreté des Premières Nations est la plus grave injustice sociale au Canada.
Le Plan des Premières Nations pour créer des débouchés s’inscrit dans une campagne nationale qui vise à abolir la pauvreté chez tous les Canadiens. Apposez votre signature aujourd’hui pour appuyer la lutte contre la pauvreté chez les Premières Nations. Vous vous joindrez à d’autres personnes et organisations préoccupées qui participent en ligne ou dans les collectivités de tout le pays à la lutte contre la pauvreté.
Le défaut de prendre des mesures pour enrayer les problèmes des Premières Nations constitue le plus gros handicap de la compétitivité du Canada sur la scène économique mondiale. Le coût de la pauvreté des Premières Nations est assumé non seulement par les Premières Nations, mais aussi par l’ensemble des contribuables canadiens.
En ajoutant votre nom à la liste, vous contribuez à veiller à ce que la pauvreté des Premières Nations soit abordée dans le prochain budget et les prochaines élections du gouvernement fédéral.
Le plan des Premières Nations est raisonnable, réaliste et nécessaire pour donner à tous les Canadiens un Canada productif et concurrentiel.
L’APN travaille très fort pour presser le gouvernement à s’engager sérieusement et à adopter des mesures significatives pour aller de l’avant. Nous avons aujourd’hui besoin de votre aide. Aidez-nous à donner du poids à notre message en signant la pétition en ligne, puis en encourageant votre entourage à suivre votre exemple.

Allez ici pour signer la pétition.

Ceasefire Campaign

Dear friends,
I just took an action on the internet calling for a stop to the war in Iraq, and I thought you might be interested…
From the Ceasefire Campaign:
Dear friends,
The winds of political change are sweeping the United States. This month, the American people voted overwhelmingly to reject President Bush’s war in Iraq and the key architect of the war, US military chief Donald Rumsfeld, announced his resignation. This is the perfect time for a global public outcry to finally end this disastrous war.
To seize this opportunity, we are running an ad campaign in US and UK papers calling upon the US-led coalition to accept a larger role for the international community in finding a diplomatic solution, and a phased withdrawal of all its troops from Iraq. So far, almost 50,000 citizens from over 100 countries have signed on to the campaign – we need 100,000 signatures THIS WEEK so that our next round of ads can report a rising wave of global support. Please tell all your friends and family, and click below to the see the ad and endorse its call to action:
www.CeasefireCampaign.org
This is our chance to make sure the pressure of global public opinion is being felt by Coalition governments as they rethink their war in Iraq, pressing them to accept that they lack the legitimacy to bring stability and peace to the country, and that only a larger role for the international community in negotiating a political solution can stop the war.
We know why it’s so important to act. A shocking study released by Johns Hopkins University last month suggested that hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians have been killed in Iraq -- more than anyone thought -- and experts warn that the civil war is about to pass a point of no return. October was the worst month yet for civilian casualties, with death squads moving house to house. The killing could place Iraq alongside Darfur as one of the greatest human catastrophes of our new century.
We must not let that happen. And if we each act quickly this week, we can each play a role in stopping it.
We can reach our goal for this campaign by spreading the word. Please forward this email to as many of your friends and family as you can, and act now to add your voice to this urgent call for action:
www.CeasefireCampaign.org
This may be our best chance for peace yet. Let’s take it.
With hope,Ricken, Rachel, Paul, Tom, Amparo and the Ceasefire Campaign team

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

What's up doc?

Late yesterday afternoon, I suddenly realized; "Hey! I don't have a headache today!"

Now, for me to notice that I don't have a headache... What does that say about how things have been going lately?

The day before yesterday, I had a very bad headache, which never went away, not even with coffee and advil for migraines, although it did get a bit better. Had the sensitivity to light and noise too...

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Why believe?

I was reading the book Angels and Demons by Peter Kreeft awhile back, and he mentioned something about how we are the only creatures created by God who are both spirit and body. Angels have no body, and animals (excluding humans) have no soul. We are the only beings we know of who have both.

We can't see angels because they have no bodies. We can't touch them, hear them, smell them, (taste them), because doing all these things would require them to have physical properties. Kind of like our thoughts really. You can't see, hear, smell taste or touch a thought, but you know it is there. In fact, the more I think about the way Peter Kreeft describes angels, the more I think angels are just that. Thoughts personified. They move by thought, they are with you by thought, they only have to think of a place or a person to be there. They can be thinking of more than one thing at once and concentrating on more than one thing at once, so they can be in more than one place at once. Our guardian angels are always in contact with both us and God for example. Think of it like telekenisis. They have no bodies, therefore they do everything by mind. So if angels can control things by telekenisis, it would be only logical to assume that the accounts of some humans being able to do the same as well, might not be so false, if they were able to control that part of their spirits. Much of our brain goes unused, apparently. Perhaps it is not illogical to assume that we might be capable of certain things, if we knew how to use it properly.

Since God is also a Spirit, He works in much the same way, only he is much, much more powerful. And the second person of God is also fully human. Which is really amazing.

So how do I know that God really does exist and that God and angels aren't just some kind of silly hocus-pocus, the the religious right would have us believe in order to keep us in the so-called Dark Ages?

Because I have a soul. Because I have fed that soul, developed it, prayed with it. Why do we have a soul? So that we could know God. We couldn't know God if we didn't have a soul. How could something purely physical ever know something purely spiritual? (Not even when Jesus spent 33 years here, would a purely physical being have recognized him for anything else but a physical being.)

I believe in God because my soul knows He exists. You cannot have had a relationship with a being and then doubt his existance. The more I pray, the more I know God exists. The more time I spend in His presence, in communion with Him, the more I know He exists. I cannot prove it physically, but I know it spiritually.

To know God exists, you must pray. You will never know he exists if you choose to ignore that part of you. Praying is not just asking for things, like that little red wagon you always wanted, and then giving up on God because it wasn't there under the Christmas Tree. God doesn't always give you what you want. (Sometimes he gives that job to your parents) But He'll always be there for you, and you'll know this if you're willing to listen to what HE has to say as well.

God has spoken to me through my friends and family and of course, through the Bible. Sometimes, a thought comes into my head, that seems to be an answer to a question I have been trying to deal with, and from the way that thought comes and the timing of it, I know God has put it there.

God exists. He really does. But it's no use reaching out to Him in physical ways (well, excepting the sacraments of course, which he has given us, obviously because we are physical beings and need physical signs), you have to reach out to God with your soul. That is the only way to find Him, to know Him.

Monday, November 13, 2006

MY nightmare

... I dreamt last night that I was combing huge lice out of my kids hair, the size of sunflower seeds and I was like; "How did you manage to keep these hidden?"

Yuck...

Now you all know what is STILL on my mind. My scalp still itches, by the way, but most likely because winter is here, because I combed my hair again with the fine-tooth comb and there was nothing. (Or maybe it is psychological?)

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Nightmare


I dreamt I was back on the boat last night, as it was starting to sink. My husband was helping me into the rowboat, when he slipped and fell overboard. I dove in to try to find him, but it was dark and windy and raining, and I kept swimming around in circles and swimming around in circles, calling his name...

My husband and I had rented a sailboat so we could go sailing for a month in the gulf of Mexico, visit some of the small uninhabited islands (my dream) and go fishing (his dream). It was supposed to be a second honeymoon, (although technically, we never really went on a first honeymoon) but also it was supposed to be a fun adventure, rest and relaxation after the long illness and death of our daughter. It was supposed to bring us together, not separate us.

My husband was trying to get the rowboat untied when he fell overboard. In the dark and cold, with adrenaline rushing through him, he fumbled at the knots and instead of coming esily untied, they became hopelessly knotted. I had gone to get a knife to cut them, while he stayed to work at the knots. He leaned too far over and lost his grip on the slippery edge of the boat...

I slashed the ropes and dove in after him, but I never found him. He could not swim very well, and in those conditions it would have been even harder.

It has been two years now. I have been on this island, mostly alone, for two whole years. I have had lots of time to think. I have had lots of time to pray. I have had lots of time to be alone. I think I would not go back now. I have come to appreciate solitude.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

On a brighter note...

... I am now the proud first-time owner of a wonderful thing called a crockpot. Since I always seem to have a really hard time getting a good meal ready for supper, since you have to start at around 3:00 or so, and that is always my busiest time, with kids coming home, and homework and Nicolas being more fussy,... supper is never early.

So, since a number of ladies on Mothering with Grace seem to have these wonderful things that cook your supper all day so you don't have to, and when it is time to eat, voilà, everything is ready, I decided maybe that would work for me too. (Does require some prep work of course, but not too much, for a delicious, tender meal. Mmmm Mmmm!)

I tried it out yesterday, and the results were yummy. No complaints from the kids (and there were vegetables in it), and best of all, it was on time. We were able to eat before leaving for soccer .

And now it is time to go and fill it up again for supper tonight.

The Aftermath


This is what my hallway and my bathroom looked like two days ago. Toby snuggled right in and slept, but we had to make sure that the kids didn't play in it. We don't want lice coming back!!!

Yesterday was better, the pile reduced itself in half and was only just coming out of the bathroom. By last evening, the pile was contained to the bathroom. This morning, I am still doing laundry, but at last, there is only a (relatively) small pile between the bathtub and the washing machine/dryer.

I have to admit, some of those coats we threw in there were due to be washed anyway, because they came out looking much better than they did before they got thrown in.

Next week I will have to re-do the lice treatment, to make sure that we kill anything that may have hatched from any eggs we might have missed.

Yes, we are having fun, fun, fun.

On a lighter note, this is what happens when you ask your 12 year old to help out with the folding of the clothes, since there is (obviously) so much to do, and you can't do everything yourself: He turns into some kind of underpants monkey man.

Here is his take on the whole lice situation, from his blog. (Warning to you mature people out there: Typical teen content)

Friday, November 10, 2006

Hummer feet

If my feet were cars, they would be hummers. Now, I can think of any number of cars that I would rather my feet be, and none of them ressemble hummers in any way. I don't especially like hummers. They're large and they're square.

See now? That's the problem with my feet. Maybe not so much square as large, but definitely not delicate. There is nothing more frustrating than visiting every single shoestore in town and not find anything you like in your size. In fact, a good number of stores don't even have anything for women in my size, let alone something I like.

Last time I went shoe hunting was two years ago, and I ended up in Montreal, after fruitlessly searching all day in St-Jean. Even my husband was amazed at the lack of anything nice in my size. (And he only accompanied me to Montreal, not to the stores in St-Jean.) If the holes growing in the soles of my shoes are any indication, I will soon be searching once again for shoes that look good, feel good, are the right size, and most important of all: do NOT make my feet look like hummers. It won't be this year. I hope it won't be next year either.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Nit-picking


Guess what we have in our house! I have just finished treating everyone's head, including my own. I didn't find any in my head, but everyone else had some. Marc is still at work so I don't know if he has any, but I have to do the wash. Pillows, bedding, cushions, coats, hats... everything has to go in...

Fun, fun, fun...

I'm a little teapot...

I went out and bought myself another teapot with a filter basket in it, to replace the one I had bought before, but that Nicolas decide to grab out of the dishwasher and smash on the floor.

The box has been sitting on my counter now for a couple of days and everytime I turn around and catch sight of it with the corner of my eye, this song goes through my head:


I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my spout...

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The nice thing is...

...the alarm clock went off all too soon this morning, after a restless night, and Marc got up right away, said he'd get the kids ready, and let me sleep in. So I ended up not being as tired as I thought I would be today. How nice is that?

Having a sick baby really, really sucks

For the third time since fall started, I have had to deal with all (or almost all) the kids falling prey to bad colds. Of course, inevitably, the baby (in spite of still being breastfed) also falls sick.

It seems like every other week it's some new thing and my patience is starting to wear thin. Everytime he gets sick, he has a fever, gets all congested, can't breathe to nurse properly, which makes it all that much harder, especially when lying down, which makes nights really hard, because that's when I nurse him lying down. I basically spend half my night with this very restless baby crawling all over me, practically trying to get back into me. He'll finally fall asleep, only to wake a few hours later to do it all over again. He continually kicks me while nursing, latches on, latches off, latches on, latches off, turns over to hit his dad, (which dad really appreciates of course,... so then I have to try to keep him away form dad too). He whimpers, fusses, coughs in my face (like I want to be sick too) and generally makes nighttime very unpleasant. I know it can't be very pleasant for him, but does he have to make it so unpleasant for me? For nights on end? Because every time he gets sick, it isn't just one night, it's a whole week at least.

I do not remember the other kids being so bad. Perhaps because I wasn't co-sleeping. Also because I don't think any of them got sick so many times in a such a short time. This fall has been a really bad one.

So whoever is sending all these horrible colds (and the last one was a doozy, more than one of children had to stay home from school, Maryssa practically missed a whole week, she was really bad off) you can stop now. I've had enough. We've had enough. We've had our share, go somewhere else please AND LET ME SLEEP!! Because I'm tired of relying on coffee and migraine medication to make through my days. And I'm tired of spending my nights getting kicked, slapped and crawled on. Thank you very much.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I'M A HAPPY PERSON!!!

OK, something good has happened to some people close to me and I'm happy for them. I had originally posted a slightly different version of this message, but since said people don't want it publically known yet, let's just say that something good has happened, and leave it at that. And if you happened to read the message before I edited it, well, pretend like you didn't. Not that you would know who these people are anyway, since noone reads my blog who knows the people to whom this good thing happened except maybe said persons themselves and you know who you are.

I promise I will announce it later. When I have the go ahead. Whenever said person to whom this good thing happened delurks and actually comments on my blog to let me know that I can. Now that I know that you read it. Because I didn't know until You know Who told me. You know who you are and you know what I'm talking about.

Ok, enough rambling now.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Des poètes...

Je n'aime pas beaucoup la musique "pop", car bien souvent, ce sont des chansons qui ont peut-être beaucoup de rythm, mais qui ne disent pas grand chose. Je pense, par exemple, à quelqu'un comme Enrique Iglesias qui a un style musical que j'aime beaucoup, mais qui n'est bon finalement que pour danser. Et puis, bien souvent après que le premier ait "inventé" un nouveau style, et que tout le monde l'ait copié, on n'a qu'à écouter une chanson pour les avoir toutes entendues.

Mais parfois arrive un poète, qui n'a pas besoin de beaucoup d'extras en arrière de sa voix, (batterie qui lui fait compétition par exemple, ou synthétiseur, ou guitar électrique tous plus forts les un que les autres...) parce que les paroles sont autant musique que la mélodie.

Un maître poète de ce genre en espagnol est José Luis Perales, que j'ai découvert il y plus de 13 ans. De très belles paroles, des métaphors à en rêver... (si seulement j'avais ce don). Mais jusqu'à présent, en langue française, je n'avais pas encore entendu personne qui était à la hauteur de José Luis Perales, jusqu'à ce que j'entende Nicola Ciccone il y a un an ou deux. Il chante en anglais (un peu), en français (surtout) et en italien. Il écrit lui-même ses propres chansons. Lisez un peu:

J't'aime tout court
Sans beaucoup, ni vraiment
Sans faire peur, ni semblant
Sans conditions
Ni règles

J't'aime tout court
Sans peut-êtres, ni seulement
Sans parures, ni diaments
Sans artifices
Ni chaînes

J'taime tout court
Sans tambours, ni canons
Sans vainqueurs, ni perdants
Sans belles promesses, ni pièges...

J't'aime tout court
De l'album J't'aime tout court de Nicola Ciccone
Paroles et musique de Nicola Ciccone

Ou encore:

Mon rêve est un oiseau
Qu'on ne peut mettre en cage
Ma voix est un drapeau
Un désir, un courage
Même si parfois je tombe
Bousculé par le vent
Je me relève toujours
Et poursuis droit devant...

Comme un oiseau
De l'album J't'aime tout court de Nicola Ciccone
Paroles et musique de Nicola Ciccone

et encore:

La beauté des petites choses
Et autres gestes anodins
C'est un enfant qui court
Au milieu d'un jardin
C'est le chant d'un oiseau
Quand on ouvre sa cage
C'est se coucher dans l'herbe
Et compter les nuages...

La beauté des petites choses et autres gestes anodins
De l'album J't'aime tout court de Nicola Ciccone
Paroles et musique de Nicola Ciccone

et ensuite:

... Contrairement au diamant
Tu brilles sans couper
Contrairement à la soie
Tu es douce mais sans froisser
Et plus qu'un champs de roses
Tu parfumes sans faner
Et plus que tout soleil
Tu réchauffes sans brûler...

Trésor
De l'album Nous serons six milliards de Nicolas Ciccone
Paroles et musique de Nicolas Ciccone

Friday, November 03, 2006

News about the bill to raise the age of consent from 14 to 16:

Following 3 hours of heated debate on Monday, October 30, Bill C-22 passed second reading and was referred to the Standing Committee on Justice and Human Rights, despite opposition from the NDP. Read the Hansard debate.

Take Action – Provincial Attorney General
In 1998, 1999, and 2003 provincial Attorneys General called upon the federal Justice Minister to raise the age of consent from 14 to at least 16 to protect children from predators.
It is time for them to speak out again and help make Bill C-22 law.
TAKE ACTION: 1 Click Letter
Ask your provincial Attorney General to submit a brief to the federal Justice Committee in support of Bill C-22. In addition, ask that a representative from the provincial Attorney General’s office apply to be a witness before the committee to speak in favour of raising the age of consent to at least 16.
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Apparently, Canada has one of the lower ages of consent... I'm for this, not just to protect my children from predators, but also because I think we need to realize that sex is a serious thing, and children don't need to be having it. Already we find young teenage girls dressing way too sexy, I think things have to be done about that too, because obviously parental guidance isn't always enough. It's a lot easier to be a parent if society is actually HELPING you out instead of making you climb uphill all the time. If Hollywood could make their heros a little more down to earth, that would be nice.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

CONFESIONES DE UNA MUJER MODERNA

CONFESSIONS OF A MODERN WOMAN

For those of you who don't speak Spanish, this is actually quite interesting, because this is a woman lamenting that she has to get up at 6:30 in the morning to go to work when she would rather not. She would rather stay home, cook, walk the dog if she had one,...
I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO WAS THE STUPID WITCH, THE ORIGIN OF THE FEMINISTS, WHO HAD THE DAMN IDEA OF REVINDICATING WOMEN'S RIGHTS, AND WHY DID SHE DO IT FOR US WHO WERE BORN AFTER HER?
She laments oh WHYYYYY did that feminist have to go and "Liberate" us so we could be slaves to the image of the perfect modern woman? Perfectly made-up, dressed, coiffed, skinny and with the best education, diplomas etc... Why, when we already knew we had a brain and could use it, did we have to go and show THEM that we could? Now we do the same job but are still paid less. And we have to kill ourselves at work, at the gym and at home to keep up the image of the superwoman.

She laments the days when we spent our days together sharing the latest tidbits about recipes, holistic medicine, tricks to get your carpet cleaner... It is better to have to serve your man a home-cooked dinner when he gets home, she says, than to have to eat a sandwich with a coke while doing the work you brought home.

All she wants is for someone to open the door for her, pull up a seat when she wants to sit down, send her cards with poems and serenade her at her window. Marriages used to be forever, and she finds her bed large and cold. Now men run as fast as they can in the opposite direction...
We used to have the whole house!!! The whole DAMN neighbourhood was ours, the world at our feet!!! We had dominion over men; they depended on us to eat, to dress and to stay ahead of their friends. And now... where in the Hell are they?

(...) Now they are confused, they don't know what role to play in society, THEY FLEE FROM US LIKE THE DEVIL FROM THE CROSS. What a joke, what a damn pain, it ended up filling our lives with duties. And worst of all, it ended up throwing us into the dungeon OF ACUTE CHRONIC SINGLEDOM!!!

Marriages used to last forever. Why, tell me why, a gender who had all the best, that only needed to be fragile and let herself be guided through life, started to compete with machos? What on earth was she thinkIing of?

LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THEIR BICEPS AND LOOK AT THE SIZE OF OURS. IT WAS VERY CLEAR, NOTHING GOOD WOULD EVER COME OF IT!!!
She is abdicating her position of modern woman, and wants to know, does anyone else want to join her?

I think I do.



Son las 6:00 a.m. El despertador no para de sonar y no tengo fuerzas ni para tirarlo contra la pared. Estoy acabada. No querría tener que ir al trabajo hoy. Quiero quedarme en casa, cocinando, escuchando música, cantando, etc. Si tuviera un perro, lo pasearía por los alrededores. Todo, menos salir de la cama, meter primera y tener que poner el cerebro a funcionar.

ME GUSTARÍA SABER QUIÉN FUE LA BRUJA IMBÉCIL, LA MATRIZ DE LAS FEMINISTAS, QUE TUVO LA PUTA IDEA DE REIVINDICAR LOS DERECHOS DE LA MUJER, Y POR QUÉ HIZO ESO CON NOSOTRAS, QUE NACIMOS DESPUÉS QUE ELLA.

Estaba todo tan bien en el tiempo de nuestras abuelas: se pasaban todo el día bordando, intercambiando recetas con sus amigas,enseñándose mutuamente secretos de condimentos, trucos, remedios caseros, leyendo buenos libros de las bibliotecas de sus maridos, decorando la casa, podando árboles, plantando flores, recogiendo legumbres de las huertas y educando a sus hijos. La vida era un gran curso de artesanos, medicina alternativa y cocina.

Y DESPUES SE PUSO MEJOR, TENíAMOS SERVIDUMBRE, EL TELÉFONO, LAS TELENOVELAS, EL INTERNET!!! CUÁNTAS HORAS DE PAZ NOS TRAJERON LA TECNOLOGÍA Y LAS CHACHAS!!! HASTA QUE VINO UNA PENDEJITA, A LA QUE NO LE GUSTABA EL CORPIÑO, A CONTAMINAR A VARIAS OTRAS REBELDES INCONSECUENTES CON IDEAS RARAS SOBRE "VAMOS A CONQUISTAR NUESTRO ESPACIO". ¡QUÉ ESPACIO NI QUÉ LA CHINGADA!!!

Si ya teníamos la casa entera!!! todo el PUTO barrio era nuestro, el mundo a nuestros pies!!! Teníamos el dominio completo sobre los hombres; ellos dependían de nosotras para comer, vestirse y quedar bien delante de sus amigos. Y ahora... ¿dónde chingados están?

NUESTRO ESPACIO.. MIS TETAS!!! Ahora ellos están confundidos, no saben qué papel desempeñan en la sociedad, HUYEN DE NOSOTRAS COMO EL DIABLO DE LA CRUZ. Ese chistecito, esa puta gracia, acabó llenándonos de deberes. Y lo peor de todo, acabó lanzándonos dentro del calabozo DE LA SOLTERÍA CRÓNICA AGUDA!!!

Antiguamente los casamientos duraban para siempre. ¿Por qué, díganme por qué, un genero que tenía todo lo mejor, que sólo necesitaba ser frágil y dejarse guiar por la vida, comenzó a competir con los machos? ¿A quiÉn jodidos se le ocurrió?

MIREN EL TAMAÑO DEL BÍCEPS DE ELLOS Y MIREN EL TAMAÑO DEL NUESTRO. ESTABA MUY CLARO, ESO NO IBA A TERMINAR BIEN!!!

No aguanto más ser obligada al ritual diario de estar flaca como una escoba, pero con tetas y culo duritos, para lo cual tengo que matarme en el gimnasio, ademásde morir de hambre, ponerme hidratantes, antiarrugas,padecer complejo de radiador viejo tomando agua atodas horas y demás armas, para no caer vencida por la vejez, maquillarme impecablemente cada mañana desde la frente al escote, tener el pelo impecable y no atrasarme con las mechas, que las canas son peor que la lepra; elegir bien la ropa, los zapatos y los accesorios, no sea que no esté presentable para esa reunión de trabajo. No me falta más que tener que decidir qué perfume combina con mi pinche humor, ni tener que salir corriendo para quedarme embotellada en el tránsito y tener que resolver la mitad de las cosas por el celular, correr el riesgo de ser asaltada, de morir embestida por un microbús, instalarme todo el día frente al PC trabajando como una esclava (moderna, claro está), con un teléfono en el oído y resolviendo problemas uno detrás de otro, que además ¡¡¡ni son mis problemas!!! Todo para salir con los ojos rojos (por el monitor, claro, porque para llorar de amor no hay tiempo). Y mira que teníamos todo resuelto!!!

Estamos pagando el precio por estar siempre en forma, sin estrías, depiladas, sonrientes, perfumadas, uñas perfectas, sin hablar del currículum impecable, lleno de diplomas, doctorados y especialidades.

NOS VOLVIMOS "SÚPER MUJERES" ... PERO SEGUIMOS GANANDO MENOS QUE ELLOS Y DE TODOS MODOS NOS DAN ÓRDENES!!! ¿QUÉ PEDO?

¿No era mejor, mucho mejor seguir tejiendo en la silla mecedora? ¡¡¡BASTA!!!

Quiero que alguien me abra la puerta para que pueda pasar, que corra la silla cuando me voy a sentar, que me mande flores, cartitas con poesías, que me dé serenatas en la ventana. Si nosotras ya sabíamos que teníamos un cerebro y que lo podíamos usar. ¿¿Para quééééé había que demostrarselo a ellos?? Ay, Dios mío, son las 6:30 am y tengo que levantarme... ¡Que fría está esta solitaria y grandísima cama! Ahhh... quiero otra vez que mi maridito llegue del trabajo, que se siente en el sofá y me diga: MI AMOR, ¿NO ME TRAERÍAS UN TEQUILA POR FAVOR? o... ¿QUÉ HAY DE CENAR? Porque descubrí que es mucho mejor servirle una cena casera a mi marido que atragantarme con un sandwich y una coca-cola mientras termino el trabajo que me traje a casa.

¿Piensas que estoy ironizando? No, mis queridas colegas, inteligentes, realizadas, liberadas... y abandonadas PENDEJAS! ESTOY HABLANDO MUY SERIAMENTE. ESTOY ABDICANDO DE MI PUESTO DE MUJER MODERNA.

¿¿ALGUIEN MÁS SE SUMA??

Creo que yo, me sumo :)