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Sunday, October 30, 2005

An Active Dream Life

A dear friend passed away on Friday, and I just found out about it today... I think. You see, I'm pretty sure that I dreamt about her on Friday night, and perhaps, just perhaps, we crossed paths that night on another dimensional plane. Sound crazy? Not really. I believe that we live out a very active life while unconscious or sleeping. I certainly do. And I'm glad for it, because we spend approximately one-third of our lives asleep. I for one don't care to think that those hours are being wasted away, rejuvenating mind and body to tackle the stresses of the next, conscious day.

I have an extraordinary dream life that rivals my conscious one. I have vivid, sometimes even lucid dreams that I remember for weeks. I can sometimes return to the same dream in subsequent nights, allowing for a type of sequel-effect. I have told this to others, and they look at me with something that resembles pity, inferring then that my conscious life must be very sad indeed. Poppycock. My conscious life is rich and full too, and I feel sorry for others who cannot share such an equally vibrant unconscious life.

I have dabbled a bit in dream interpretation, especially as I seem to specialize in dreams with houses, and houses in which I discover secret and wonderful rooms. In the dream dictionary, this means that your subconscious mind is working through issues and you are discovering new parts of yourself. How divine. Therapy by Hypnos.

So here's to sleep - to sacking out, to taking a nap, a kip, 40 winks, some shut-eye, a snooze - whatever you choose to call it.

I'm off to bed - to my "other" life. See you soon - maybe even on the subconscious dimensional plane.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

42

So how many of you out there (really, how many of you are out there???) think I am going to talk about the meaning of life with that title? Wrong! Although that could be for another blog (reference is Hitchiker's Guide, fyi).

I am actually talking about the 42nd President of the good ole US of A, Bill Clinton, who was in our fair city today for a talk. And I, and my 3,999 closest friends, got to hear him. Of course they put him at the end of a gruelling day of motivational and inspirational speakers. I must be a hard nut to crack, because I was feeling neither inspired nor motivated by the time he came on. I was feeling refreshed though, as one of our Canadian comedians had just done a rousing stand-up routine about Canada and Canada-US relations, replete with a sprinkling of anti-US sentiments. Nice intro, dude.

Anyway, Bill came on and gave us about 50 minutes of his time. I wonder how much he got paid for that? Probably around $100,000, I'm guessing. Nice work if you can get it. But considering they probably grossed over a cool $1 million on the event, it wasn't such a bad idea.

His theme was not on globalization, but on interdependence. How we're all connected now. And need to be more so. And how 50% of the world does not enjoy the lifestyle that we in the West do, and that we need to do something about it before the War of Interdependence breaks out (my words, not his). Let's make friends, not enemies.

And that we need to do something about global warming - and that the Internet (didn't his VP Gore invent the damn thing?) has changed the world. And that HIV/AIDS is bad. And that we have the power within us to change the world. Sigh. I suppose he is right, but it all sounded so simplistic. I guess you can't get too technical in a 50-minute speech, and he is a good orator, but I've seen him do better.

I just don't think he brought his A-game to Calgary. And after we showered him with millions of our tax dollars yesterday to help him change the world.

But on balance, considering what 41 and 43 have done lately, I'm thinking 42 isn't so bad. The meaning of life? Not quite - but he can talk about bringing meaning to life quite well.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Winter Sports

I'm not mad keen on many Canadian winter sports, like hockey, skiing, skating or snowshoeing, but I do like one of them - curling. I've always said I don't have any Scottish in me (Irish, English and Welsh, yes) but I am beginning to wonder if one of the little DNA beggers didn't sneak in generations back. Because I really like both golf and curling - the only two sports, besides caber tossing and hammer throwing, to make it out of Scotland.

Curling is great fun and pretty good exercise, as long as you're not skipping (not a dance-like jaunt down the ice; rather, the leadership position on a team.) I curled last year for the first time in about 15 years, and found myself thoroughly enjoying it. I even had the right curling garb - a retro curling sweater I had picked up that says "Al Belinski" on the sleeve. I don't know who Al was, but I was assured by the person in the consignment store that he had been a nice man. And that's good enough for me.

This year, I decided I needed to go one better and purchase real curling shoes. What fun. They really do make me feel much more professional. Oh, and I had to buy a "gripper" too. Quite like the lingo of curling, don't you? Which made me think that my very first sporting axiom - it's not how you perform, but how you look when you're doing it - still holds true. I wonder if that also holds true for sex? Perhaps my non-celibate friends can enlighten me ...

So don't call me on Friday nights - I'll be at the rink with the boys throwing some rocks and downing some toy beers (mine's an O'Doul's Amber) - like any red-blooded Canadian girl does in the depths of winter!

Friday, October 14, 2005

The Butterfly Effect

I have the urge to say that I'm still enjoying my new sofa and will be back soon, but am afraid my friends will revolt and never read this blog again! But this is what happens to me, and it is a pattern I am only just acknowledging in myself. When I start something, I am very gung-ho, and do it a lot, and often. At some point, and I don't even know when that is, I tend to lose interest and am on to the next thing. My friend E calls it the "butterfly effect." I flit from one interest and/or activity to another. My other friend D refers to himself as a "dilettante". I don't know what to call it, I just know it happens to me, and frequently.

I also have this problem with food. For a period of time, I eat all I can get of a certain food. This summer, it happened to be strawberries, blueberries and sugar snap peas. All healthy foods, to be sure, but everything in moderation, right? Well, the inevitable happened - I can't look at a strawberry or blueberry now with anything but disdain. I still have an amicable relationship with sugar snap peas, but know I must manage the relationship, or the inevitable will happen, yet again.

So it is with blogging - or perhaps, no? Here I am blogging about this problem, so perhaps it's not the case. Maybe I will have a wonderful "aha" moment (like when I became a feminist) and this pesky problem will right itself. You never know. Might happen.

But then again, might not.

Monday, October 03, 2005

A Blogging Hiatus

Ah yes, I have been away from the blogosphere a bit lately. I was, after all, in Winnipeg last week (and it was 30 degrees - go figure!) Not that that means I can't blog from Winnipeg, rather, I was too tired to blog in Winnipeg. Whatever.

The main reason for my hiatus has been the long awaited arrival of my treasured new piece of furniture! Yes, my new SECTIONAL SOFA finally arrived! Hurrah! Huzzah! And other appropriate cheers of joy and elation. So, quite frankly, I have been far too busy sitting on my new sofa to sit at the computer and blog. I have been sitting at all angles and in all places on my sofa. I have been having inaugural and subsequent naps on said sofa. I believe I am in love with this sofa ...

This is a Good Thing, in Martha-speak. I am a Happy Camper, in Bast-speak. More anon. And now, to bed, to dream of all things sofa ...