Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Most people who know me would say that I spend a lot of time inside my own head. How strange then that in something so basic, I don't know myself as well as I thought. Maybe I knew all along and just hadn't said it out loud. Maybe the truth was sitting there, waiting to be found.
I keep thinking that I've fully answered the question and something deeper reveals itself. Walking down the hallway, rounding the corner, there it is, unmistakable. You say you think this, but really what you think is over here. I don't think I've been deceiving myself or intentionally hiding but for whatever reason clarity has come to the surface this week. I have no idea what it means or where it is going. But I'm curious to keep walking this path and to see whatever is waiting.
This post feels like it should come with it's own soundtrack. I suggest Amos Lee to take the edge off. Or for anyone who watched Grey's Anatomy last night, Kendall Payne's "Scratch" would go nicely. (Although the lyrics when read alone come out a little sad.) My copy from Amazon isn't here yet but I'm told you can get it on iTunes. I've been trying to think of what this song reminds me of and it's one of the early productions of A Maze of Grace. That show haunted me from the first rehearsal to the final curtain. How interesting that it haunts me again now.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
I wonder what it will look like tomorrow.
Don't forget to vote!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Corrina Jamie Joy Colvinson
January 18th, 2006
8lb 14 oz
The whole world changed today, even if much of the world didn't feel the difference. There is more beauty in it today than yesterday, more gentleness, more laughter, and a brand new reason to smile.
Welcome little one. You kept us waiting, but I have a feeling you were worth the wait.
Update: January 20th
I finally got a photo of little Corrina. I think she looks like Dave around the eyes and like Janie everywhere else. And of course she's beautiful. Here she is:
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The election is getting pretty close. At some point before next Monday I plan to spend some time on CBC's Canada Votes to educate myself a little better on the issues at hand. In the meantime however I have a theory. The Liberal party is like WestJet.
Remember a few years back when WestJet had some mechanical trouble and the whole fleet got grounded? Not long afterward they were back in the sky and I mentioned to a pilot friend of mine that there was no way I'd trust a WestJet plane. He pointed out that it was actually the very best time to fly WestJet. He mentioned that because WestJet had just been slapped they had gone over every inch of every plane in the fleet. He argued that at that moment there wasn't a safer fleet in the sky than WestJet.
Which makes me think of the Liberals. They just got slapped pretty publicly and so my theory is that the Liberals are not such a bad bet. They've had to seriously clean-up their act. They've been scrutinized, audited and publicly flogged (quite rightly). They screwed up enormously but here's the thing -- do any of us really believe that all of the other parties aren't running some scheme of their own? At least I know what the Liberals are up to and for a few weeks at least we've put a stop to it. The others just haven't been caught recently.
Will I vote based on this theory? I haven't decided yet. I've still got a week. But I will vote. Democracy doesn't ask all that much of us. If you can't be bothered to vote, the exists are mostly to the south.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Murderball follows the stories of several members of the US National Quad Rugby team. It's one of the film's first mind-bends to conceive of quadriplegiclegics playing a contact sport, but as one of the guys in the movie says "What's the worst that can happen? We might break our necks?" It's this call-it-what-it-is-and-get-on-with-it style that reaches out and grabs you. Murderball's greatest strength is that finally you don't see an injury or even a piece of equipment. All you see is the man.
If you haven't seen Murderball I highly recommend it with this one caveat: this is a documentary that follows young male athletes. All of the language and graphic stories of the locker room are in this movie so if that's going to bother you, sit this one out.
As for me, I'm still chewing on this one and I'd say odds are good I'll be renting it again. Kudos to directors Henry Alex Rubin and Dana Adam Shapiro for a job well done. Let team captian Mark Zupan and company take on all your assumptions about people in wheelchairs. Trust me, they can take it.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Ceone and I both felt crummy on New Year's Eve and had to welch on our plans. We had a bottle of red wine and a few sparklers though so it wasn't a total loss.
So here we are at the beginning of a new year. The year I turn 30. The year I finally make it to Disneyland. The year I become an Aunt for real. So much to look forward to and it's only just begun. Here's to the year stretched out before us. May we have the courage to hope, the strength to love and the vision to dream in all the days ahead.