Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Happy Turkey Day Yankees!

Ahhh, Thanksgiving. The day that celebrates the natives and the immigrants coming together to eat. And today is American Thanksgiving. Which leads me to my thought...

Why do Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving? And WHY is it a month early? So I Googled (of course, I didn't actually Google, I just typed it into my ever-so-handy Mozilla Firefox address bar).....

"Canadian Thanksgiving History"

It of course took me to a neat little page for kids that described our historical Thanksgiving meal... The following excerpt provides us with (what seems to be) the original story (see the page here)

"The origins of Canadian Thanksgiving are more closely connected to the traditions of Europe than of the United States. Long before Europeans settled in North America, festivals of thanks and celebrations of harvest took place in Europe in the month of October. The very first Thanksgiving celebration in North America took place in Canada when Martin Frobisher, an explorer from England, arrived in Newfoundland in 1578. He wanted to give thanks for his safe arrival to the New World. That means the first Thanksgiving in Canada was celebrated 43 years before the pilgrims landed in Plymouth, Massachusetts! "


Oooookay.. So basically, we have no real reason for Thanksgiving... I mean, Martin Frobisher could not have started the entire holiday, what did he do? Go town to town like Paul Bunyan and say "Hey Guys! Cook a turkey, it is Thanksgiving!" Not likley. And anyway...

It seems to be a lot less glamorous than the American holiday. Kill some natives, then eat with them, then slowly but surely marginalize them. Now that is something to celebrate. (If you do not see my sarcasm here, then perhaps you should switch blogs to read.. note the neat little button in the right hand corner of your screen that says "next blog)

Awe hell, if you can't beat 'em? Join 'em. Turkey, here I come!

I hope all is well in your world.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

One of "Them"

Some of you may recall a little over a year ago I purchased an iRiver H120 mp3 player. His name was George, and I loved him. The problem was, shortly before leaving for London George started to get tempermental. Knowing the flaws with the product I knew he was on his way out of commission and I couldn't have that. It was conveniently timed - the iPod Video had just come out.

Because I had the Best Buy replacement plan (if you can? get this!) I knew that upgrading to the iPod would cost me approximately 25 dollars, USD. I also knew that I wanted video. It took some coaching, but eventually, I caved.

I am now one of "them."

I tried so hard not to become one of "them"... you know "them." They are the people with iPods. They seem mindless... as if they did not complete an ounce of research about their player but were hypnotized by the shiny white object. They insist on using the (pardon my french) SHITTY white headphones so they can announce to the world that they are members of the iPod Cult of the World.

Granted, I do not use the headphones... I have better ones. Granted, I do my best not to pull out and play with my iPod as if to announce to everyone in the vacinity, "I have an iPod too!" But still, I have to use iTunes now... and I have an iPod... and it is shiny.. its white... and its... hypnotized me into thinking its the best thing that has ever happened to me.


I really didn't want to be one of them. I was sucked in by the lack of competition. I was sucked in by the moving pictures. I am sorry George.

Gotta go make a smart playlist... oooooooh, buttons!

Hope all is well in your world...

Monday, November 07, 2005

The Written Word

10 years ago, young adults graduated high school with an acceptable level of literacy. Typically, they could write a paragraph with mostly correct spelling and grammar. I am quite confident this is on a severe decline.

My father has a minor form of dyslexia. On occasion he will call to ask how something is spelled, usually because the letters get jumbled up in his head. The key here, is that he calls to ask. He knows and understands this disability, but wishes to better himself. Usually, he has the spelling correct when he says it out loud to us. My father is also a strong communicator. If you listen to him on the telephone with a client, he is very intelligent and knows his subject well. He also has a knack for being able to simplify the technical terms that he has to use on a daily basis, ensuring his clients understand what he is saying. This is part of why he is so successful as a home inspector.

If you contrast this with what is presently occurring in our youth society, it is a very sad and scary thing. I have 24 cousins, at last count, and many of them I speak to online using various chat programs (usually MSN Messenger). On a regular basis, I am asking them and reminding them to spell correctly when speaking to me - or at least make an attempt. Why am I such a stickler for it? If you do not make it a habit to write/spell correctly, eventually the proper forms of words are going to be lost on you, and you will lose your ability. It is a skill that must be honed and practiced in order to be effective and there when you need it to be.

I had this conversation with one of my cousins (who shall remain anonymous) today. This person got quite defensive with my conversation, culminating in the following statement:

"i dotn think it makes me look cool its just easyer and it doesnt mean that i cant typ normal i am quite cabable thankyou. Jeepers i can talk writte and typ just fine when i want to typing msn way does not affect me the same as other people"

I love all my cousins. I want them to be successful in life. Part of being successful is having the ability to communicate effectively. The downward slope of literacy has begun. Terms such as "urself" and "wit" and "shur" are easily formed bad habits that have great potential of carrying over to everyday use. Acronyms, I understand, are part of being in an online chat as well. I can understand their use on occasion (IMO, TTYL, TTFN, N2M, AFK, LOL, etc). But when an entire conversation becomes short form, is it not a fair assumption that this habit will develop into common English?

I have seen this in the youth, and I have seen it at the college level. A distinct inability to communicate via the written word. The decline of the English language can even be seen in popular fiction. When we compare literature from history, Hugo, Hawthorne, or even Tolkien, we find the use of the English language to be exemplary - even when translated from another language. And yet, many of my peers even at the college level have difficulty writing a coherent essay. Where have we, as a society, gone wrong? What will books and the written word be like when I am old and gray?

I am the first to admit my vocabulary and spelling ability are not as strong as they could be. Yes, I use a thesaurus when writing and I rely on spell check on many occasions. But do I try to write properly? Yes. Do I make the effort to learn the words? Yes. Much like my father, I make an effort to communicate effectively, even if I have shortcomings. We are raising a society of youth who are too lazy to make the effort. It is very scary and will have very real consequences.

I suppose it is just something for you to think about. I will continue to encourage my cousins to write correctly. Sure, it is annoying to them, but maybe one of them will take it to heart. And when I am living in Abu Dhabi riding camels, perhaps they will be the one who can write me a letter that I can understand.

I hope all is well in your world.





Thursday, November 03, 2005

Okay.. Okay.. I'm Sorry. It's Chamkaurs Fault!

So I have now received 2 emails from people saying, "Hey Tara? Get off your ass and amuse us for five minutes!" I'm here, I'm here... it's just that I'm taking Sales class right now and am being slave drived. On top of that? The trip to London/Leeds (although wonderful and an excellent time that I would not take back for anything) threw me behind in everything else so it's been an up hill battle recently.

Here is your update:

1. London was phenomenal and I really loved it. Consideration to moving there? A definate possibility in the future. Favorite part? Not sure.. everything. The London Eye, The Tower of London, The Ales... Leeds, the family, the wedding... Pretty much everything. Those of you who care to see pictures can email me and I will link you to the pictures.

2. Sales class is terrible, but at least I made my financial quota. That does not, under ANY circumstances mean I am done.

3. D and I are doing very well - he's off to NYC for a wedding tomorrow. The bride didn't plus one, so I'm not "invited." No offense taken - apparently she didn't invite anyones girlfriends... and she has ALOT of guy friends.

4. As we near the end of my education, I have been looking into immigration for D or myself... eventually though, we know that NY is where I will be (this is of course provided that D and I stay together... which I personally think is a given - I wouldn't let him go!)

5. A lot of change in the homestead... Chad's in school, his girlfriend moved here and then moved home, Lisa moved in, Nunna moved out.. and it all continues...

6. It's raining here, but the mountains are getting snow - you know what that means? SNOWBOARDING IN 1 week! WOOT!

7. Bob, is this productive enough?????????

On a side note, I tracked down an old friend... she was one of my best friends and continues to be very dear to me today. We will be spending time together this weekend, but as a precursor? We spent 3.5 hours on the phone. Nearing the end it occured to me how much time we had spent and earlier that day I had just commented that I didn't understand how teenagers can spend so much time talking on the phone. I forgot what that felt like. I missed my girl, Tiny.

She is one of those friends who you can not see for six years, reconnect with, and fall right back into stride. A lifetime friend, if you will. I am very excited for what the future holds for our friendships.

Wow, so it seemed I had alot to say... sorry for the lapse.... I hope all is well in your world.