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Editors Desk
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But Everyone Gets A Purple Ribbon!
IN MY ARMCHAIR-- I've been following the Olympic games in Beijing (on television, not actually from Beijing), and I must admit that I'm mildly disappointed in the lack of podium finishes (that is to say, none) by Canada, my home and native land. I say mildly, because there are plenty of beach volleyball matches to distract me from my moderate pain.
I've watched numerous hours of broadcasting on the CBC, and I think there has been more content about China, than actual events. However, whenever I do get to see Canadians participate in various swimming and rowing and other Olympic events, and I see them finish fourth or fifth or last, or whatever, I keep hearing the same thing over and over again: "Well, we're just happy to have been able to compete" and "I think that every Canadian deserves a medal just for getting here".
WHAT????
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Humor
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I'm Always Pondering About Death
 Pondering Death INSIDE MY SKULL-- Maybe I'm being morbid, but I think about Death all the time. From the moment I wake up in the morning until the time my head hits the pillow, Death is never very far from my thoughts. My friends say it's an obsession, and maybe I need to talk to someone about this, but I admit, I can't stop thinking about Death.
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Humor
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Pre-teen Plague Threat Attributed To The Fairer Sex
 School girls are required to wear special masks to prevent spread of girl germs. ON THE SCHOOLGROUNDS-- I knew the playground was a dangerous place to venture towards, but I went outside anyways, despite knowing the threat of going outdoors. I wanted to play in the schoolyard and I wasn't going to let some silly childhood fear ruin my potential for fun. Traditionally, the monkey bars were boy territory. But I had heard reports that girls had been spotted nearby. I wondered momentarily if the area was truly safe, free from the invisible contagions these young female carriers where known to transmit.
I know it shouldn't be necessary for a six-year-old to wear latex gloves, a face mask, and carry around packets of mint-scented anti-bacterial handwash. The cellophane shoe covers seemed unnecessarily excessive. But girl-germs were everywhere, and of course, with girl-germs there were no returns.
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Beer
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Beer Nuts Will Get You Plantered
Beer nuts are a marvelous food. High in protein, loaded with fat, and potent with alcohol, there's no surprise as to why these tasty nuts top the list for snacking Canadians, ahead of cheese doodles, bacon rinds, and beaver jerky.
When parents go out, teenagers will sit around playing silly beer-nut-eating (drinking) games, popping beer nuts to Monty Python skits or crazy card games. The younger ones always get Plantered. The teens always try to replace the beer nuts they eat with filberts or almonds, but the parents always know. The salt on their lips is always a dead giveaway.
When I was eleven, my father let me try my first beer nut. I had been drinking dad's beer out of Dixie cups since I was eight, so I figured I could handle it. But nothing could prepare me for its robust, full-bodied flavour and intoxicating properties. I was asleep faster than my sister during a Sunday morning sermon.
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Canadiana
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Creative Canadians Combat Climate Change
 Pools are too much trouble! Contrary to popular myths and legends, in Canada there are a few weeks of the year when the sun nears the solstice, the permafrost melts, the heat rises, and the miracle of summer occurs. When Canadians experience this sensation of warmth, they often retreat to locations where they are back in their own element (hockey rinks, ice hotels, Costco freezers). But after Canadians overcome the fear of summer, they, like other civilized societies must find ways to combat the heat, however rare the circumstance.
While many are content to turn up the air conditioning or head to cooler climates (Iqaluit, Alert Bay, Superman's Fortress Of Solitude), other resourceful Canadians do their best to adapt to the heat while maintaining comfort and control of their environment.
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