Last year at the end of March my boss took me into his office and told me that our unit was being closed down due to budget cuts and that I would no longer have a job after three months. Admittedly, I was in shock. I loved my job and the people I worked with and was looking forward to the next big project to work on. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect situation than the one I was in. Continue reading
The Days of Forced Relaxation Are Coming to An End
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Weekly Poem: High Tide by John Hodgen
High Tide
– John Hodgen
A man I know named Watters commanded riverboats during the war in Vietnam. He drilled through the heart of the Mekong. Now he teaches peace studies to wide-eyed kids, the arc of his life having turned him this way, utterly, as if by design. They stare at him, silent as fish. He says he is casting his nets. He says power corrupts, peace through strength. He says MIRV, SEATO, NATO, MAD. He says new submarines, launching platforms, multiple warhead killing machines, Ohio Class (Ohio so centered, so far from the sea, except in the Ice Age, the glacial moraine), the new Ohios under icecaps again, circling the world smoothly, almost silently. He says there are things he cannot say. He says expiate. His eyes fill up. He turns away. And this man with whom I am comfortable kayaks in the summer all over the world, in Alaska, the Aleutians, where Inuits since the Ice Age have hunted whales the size of submarines. And he has married a woman from Ohio, whom he loves smoothly, almost silently, more than he can say, even loving her name, Edith, a name that doesn’t sit well among popular women’s names, a name she herself doesn’t like, but one that he loves just because it is her name. I tell him he is the only man I know who can have his kayak and Edith too. Like a fish out of water, I tell him, like Onitsura’s haiku. He smiles, says sometimes he flips his kayak deliberately over and over in the Bay of Fundy, turning the fragmented world on its axis again and again, smoothly, almost silently, world into water, water into shimmering light.
Weekly Poem comes via my friend Janet who, in turn gets them from Alison McGhee who curates and gathers these beautiful word sculptures.
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Poem of the Week from my friend Janet: Help by Arthur Vogelsang
Lay down beside me I signaled to my wolf
Three pats of the sofa in the early morn
Then two pats of the heart to say why.
He did it silently, no reply when one does
What’s to do. I must rest my hand on you
For a while for the usual reasons. This
Is easy to say between wolves or wolves and people
And difficult between people. For instance
A person might not want to absorb by touch another’s pain
Then. The wolf loves to. The person might say
Oh all right, but clearly a burden to ease another’s pain.
If you keep a wolf, there isn’t much more they do
But they are specially good at it
Like the surf loves to be splashed with a whole bottle of poison water,
Try that and see if the waves don’t turn over embracing without end,
Try that and see if you can find any poison after two seconds,
Or slowly slide your fingers through the first layer
Of your wolf’s coat to the second layer and move fingers
Head to tail, tail to head, slower than slowly.
Anything could have happened to you yesterday
And you’d soon be okay. But first get a wolf.
Thanks to Alison McGhee for her weekly curation of these wonderful poems.
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Savour That Chocolate While You Can Still Afford It: Globe and Mail
I found this article by Jessica Leeder on environmental geo/political issues regarding chocolate in the Globe on the weekend. It’s quite interesting. Read the whole article right here.
In the not-too-distant future, chocolate will become a rarefied luxury, as expensive as caviar.
John Mason, a Canadian expert on cocoa, first made this prophesy six years ago from his base in West Africa, the epicentre of production. He was confident enough to repeat it, over and over, to the directors of the biggest chocolate companies in the world.
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Lebanese Hummus – gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan, vegetarian
Those of you who know me, understand my passion for hummus. I have searched high and low for the perfect home-made and commercial recipes. My friend at the Mediterranean deli on Commercial Drive takes the prize for the best fresh made hummus available in a store and Fontaine Sante takes the second prize for mass produced commercially made hummus. But how about the hummus you make at home?
I finally came across this recipe right here at food.com which I love. I also came across this awesome blog called , yes, The Hummus blog. It might be possible that there are people out there who love hummus almost as much as I do. Based out of Israel, The Hummus blog, brings the full cultural weight of hummus’ cultural history to the fore and with it you’ll read some wonderful comments on the history and origins of hummus.
But for now, here is the recipe for Lebanese Hummus.
- 10 ounces chickpeas, slightly drained
- 2 large garlic cloves
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 8 -12 tablespoons tahini (pureed sesame)
- 10 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1/4 teaspoon paprika
Directions:
Total Time: 5 mins
- Using a blender, blend the first six ingredients.
- Serve in a large flat bowl.
- Sprinkle paprika over the finished product and serve with bread.
- If needed, add more lemon and salt to increase a tartier tastes.
- For softer texture, add more oil.
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The Trouble With Islam Today: A Wake-up Call For Honesty and Change by Irshad Manji: Book Review
I put Irshad Manji’s The Trouble with Islam Today: A Wake-up Call for Honesty and Change on this year’s reading list because I was inspired by the life story of Ayaan Hirsi Ali which she wrote about in Infidel. I should also mention that non-fiction is new territory for me and non-fiction that navigates its way through the historic complexities of Islam, is even more foreign. Let’s just say I’m treading less confidently in this review than I normally would be.
Irshad Manji is a muslim Canadian journalist. Her journey starts as a child when she questions the imams at her local madressa about points of history in Muslim teaching and doctrine. Her young experience of the world and her keen questioning intellect put her at odds with her religion from an early age but not nearly as much as being a queer muslim does.
Her inquiry into Islam starts with the personal and then moves into the larger historical context from the beginning of Islam to its polyglot hey dey, where it remained open to ideas and was inclusive, something which she vehemently believes to be the opposite of what Islam is today.
While Manji offers quite a bit of historic/religious/political detail to make her point (none of which I can comment on because I simply don’t have that knowledge base), it’s clear that she believes that it is people/clerics and imams who have made wrongful choices against the spirit of the true Islam.
“…and that’s when he discovered how dogs, women and Jews have been scurrilously linked as lesser beings, not by Prophet Muhammad, who apparently thought highly enough of dogs to pray in their presence, but by later intellects. Like the construct of Sharia law, the vilification of dogs (and Jews and women), has been a choice. God didn’t chose it, a bunch of godfathers did. Plenty of us buy into parts of their system, but we don’t have to swallow any of it. El Fadls and his wife, Grace have adopted three stray canines – on of them black. On top of that, Grace often leads the family prayer. Exercising ijtihad impels them to put the creator’s lover over man’s laws.”
She also argues that Islam was forged in the desert by Arabian tribalism and that the traditions that grew out of that experience are unique to those conditions alone if at all anymore. For example, the abaya may make sense in a desert but not anywhere else and certainly not now.
“Veils protect women from sand and heat – not exactly a pressing practical concern beyond Arabia, Saharan Africa and the Australian outback….to parrot the desert peoples in clothing, in language or in prayer is not necessarily to follow the universal God…These myths have turned non-Arab Muslims into clients of their Arab masters – patrons who must buy what’s being sold to them in the name of Islamic “enlightenment”.
All in all this is an interesting read. It doesn’t have the same kind of emotional resonance for me that Ayaan’s Infidel had which was a very personal journey into political awakening. Also, I’m not crazy about Manji’s writing style which feels at times like she’s screaming – it makes me feel like I am getting only one point of view. There is nothing wrong with that. The world needs Irshad Manjis to bring difficult topics to the table and there is no question that she does. But there were some points raised, particularly in regards to Palestine and Israel, that made me want to hear more from the other side.
She also ends the book with a blueprint for moving forward. I have to admit I admire her chutzpah for making her way through this religious/historic maze but as she says “I don’t care to ‘know my place.” Her blueprint begins with the acknowledgement of the Prophet’s first wife, Khadija, a woman who was 15 years his senior and a well-respected business woman. She posits that business and women have a rightful place in Islam. Through international efforts and micro-finance lending bodies such as the Grameen Bank which was developed by the Nobel Prize Winning Muhammad Yunus, would be instrumental in bringing about fundamental change for women.
Irshad Manji’s voice rings loud and clear in this book and the fact that it has been translated into 30 different languages says that there is a big audience for this topic.
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Israeli Salad
For Christmas dinner Dave and I each chose different dishes to prepare. I chose paella as a main and he chose Israeli Salad and Gluten-free ginger cake for dessert. The Israeli Salad seems so basic that I was surprised that we hadn’t run into it somewhere before along our culinary travels but we hadn’t. The best way of describing it is ‘fresh’. It’s fresh and wonderful. He got the recipe from allrecipes.com where they have the handy portion calculator.
This recipe serves two:
Ingredients
Ingredients
- 2-1/2 cucumbers, diced
- 1-1/2 roma (plum) tomatoes, seeded and diced
- 2 green onions, sliced
- 3/8 red bell pepper, seeded and diced
- 2 tablespoons and 1/2 teaspoon chopped garlic
- 1/3 cup and 1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
- 3 tablespoons and 1/2 teaspoon minced fresh mint leaves
- 3 tablespoons and 1/2 teaspoon olive oil
- 2-1/2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
- 1-1/4 teaspoons salt
- 1-1/4 teaspoons ground black pepper
Directions:
Toss the cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, bell pepper, garlic, parsley, and mint together in a bowl. Drizzle the olive oil and lemon juice over the salad and toss to coat. Season with salt and pepper to serve. Dave chopped all the vegetables in quite small pieces which I really liked. That way each bite you get a little taste of everything.
Check out some more great recipes on allrecipes.com. We’ll be having this with Easy Pasta and Scallops tonight!
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Forced Relaxation: Darn it, I love my bulbs!
Well the excitement just never seems to end over here in North Vancouver. I have thrown myself full tilt into bulbs and spring flowers. In the fall I bought tulip and garlic bulbs and planted them. Knowing nothing, I tossed them in the dirt and was quite surprised to see them peeking their heads up in December.
I didn’t think this was quite right so I kept putting more dirt over top until finally I had something of an unmanageable mountain and they still kept coming up. Anyways, the tulips are growing like crazy.
And wait, the excitement doesn’t stop here. Then I looked in my garlic container and started rooting around in there, and noticed that sure enough, they too are doing something that looks suspiciously like growing. My new relaxation ritual currently involves a daily visit with some rambunctious digging on my part just to say a quick hello and then goodbye at least until tomorrow to my little garlic bulbs. I can’t contain my joy when I’m around these things and every day I drag home another little plant.
Is this what it means to be relaxed or is this what it means to get old? I’m not sure but I’m liking it.
PS am I harming my garlic by digging around for it everyday?
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