Did You Read it?

A plethora of books have crossed over onto the big screen, Harry Potter, Twilight, The Hunger Games, Perks of Being a Wallflower…  I’ve seen the movies, but have I read the books? No.

It’s not that I don’t read. It’s just that I don’t read the kind of stuff that makes it to film — usually.

Eons ago, back when I handed in term papers that were pounded out on a typewriter, I laughed my way through a book titled Oh, God written by Avery Corman. I thought it was brilliant. When the book became a movie I took it as a personal compliment. I So Smart 🙂

One book after the other, I devoured Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. There was no way I would have missed seeing Interview with the Vampire — with or without Tom Cruise.

During Pride Week a few years back, I found a book by André Aciman titled Call Me By Your Name. A powerfully personal story told with subtlety and skill, Call Me By Your Name is now a stunningly beautiful movie.

Did you read it? Yes. Yes, I did. 🙂

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Trash or Treasure

I throw stuff out. If we’re not using it, it’s gone … I wish. Unfortunately, I share my house and my life with someone who likes to keep things. What if we need — insert article of your choice, anything from a noisy fan to an god-awful soup tureen — this someday?

If we needed it, it wouldn’t be hidden under five years of dust.

We’ve been negotiating this divide for decades now and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Our place, yesterday:

“I’ve going to have these old family videos converted to digital files.”
Silence. Stare.
“You still have to keep the original tapes. For backup.”

Huh? The whole point is to get rid of these things!

I’m guessing that my brilliant idea to scan pictures from our pile of photo albums — which we almost never drag out of the basement — and toss the albums won’t be appreciated.

I spend a lot of time muttering about hoarders, but …

This morning, in a drawer that in my opinion needs to be organized, I found two green plastic bangles. Bracelets that a nineteen year old me had purposely left after a first date. Forty-two years ago and my husband still has them.

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Maybe some things are worth keeping 🙂

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Land of Weird

You know about the cold, and the snow, and the igloos we all have in our backyards — didn’t fall for that last one, huh? Okay, busted.

I have a fir tree, one stubborn rose bush, and a miniature putting green in my backyard because no one in my house can be bothered to mow a lawn.

I’m not saying the travel brochures are wrong. We do have mountains and lakes and ski hills, or so I’ve been told. I spend most of my time in traffic so how would I know?

What the tourist blurbs don’t say is that we’re all just a little weird up here. We do things a little differently — even kidnapping.

In Alberta, a woman and her baby were forced into a car, her father shoved into the trunk. The weird part? The kidnappers were neighbours, went to the same church, and for some reason were — naked. No guns, no ransom notes, just … skin. Apparently, someone had been at the hallucinogenic tea.

Could Alberta just be ahead of the curve? Will the rest of us be flinging off our clothes and dragging our neighbours out of their houses and into our cars next summer when recreational marijuana becomes legal?

Nah, we’ll all be too busy sitting on our couches, surfing YouTube, and scarfing down space brownies 🙂

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Cyber Cuddles

This is Charlie. He’s friendly and playful and he never has to go to the vet.

He wriggles and purrs, roars and wags his tail — affection for the price of four batteries.

Okay yes, he’s a toy. Does that matter if he makes you smile?

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Does it matter?

Now that our gadgets can talk to us, now that we have robots with artificial intelligence, now that sex dolls have a family mode and can interact with your kids …

Will the day come when we think that a relationship with an actual human being is too much trouble?

I’m pretty damn sure a robot would remember to buy milk. Just saying.

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Don’t talk to me

I don’t like to screw up. None of us do, but some people are smart about it. They shrug and learn and move on. Me? I get angry, mostly at myself. I whine and complain and want to drown myself. First child syndrome, it’s not pretty.

Because I live in fear of looking like an idiot, I don’t jump on new things quickly. It took me a while to wrap my head around it, but I talk to my phone now. Not on it, to it.

My car and I are real close, I’ve been talking to her for years. She’s really good with directions and she’s knows all my contact numbers.

As soon as the holidays roll around, the perfect time to load up on stuff you don’t need, I’ll be starting conversations with, “Ok, Google.” Apparently, smart speakers are well informed on current events and our taste in music.

It occurred to me yesterday as I chatted with my phone that I talk to a lot of gadgets, but people?

Hell no. That’s what texting is for  🙂

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Chickenshit.

I’m confrontation averse mostly because I’m not very good at it. Assertive isn’t really part of my DNA.

I tell myself that I’m cursed with the nice gene, but nah, I’m just chickenshit. Words have been falling out of my face for years, but when I need to step up and speak up — silence.

Recently, I escaped the rain by ducking into a small art shop. One of the pieces was all light, bright colour and I pulled out my VISA card. The painting came off the wall, the shop owner set it aside as he looked for wrapping — the piece looked totally different leaning against a desk than it had under the track lighting on the wall. The colours that had been clear and sunny were now muddy and dark.

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Did I say anything? Did I speak up? I think we all know the answer to that.

I now own a painting that could be pretty, but isn’t because I’d have to repaint and rewire to do it justice and, yeah, not happening.

On the other hand, I made the shop owner pretty damn happy 🙂

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Rock Church

Believer or not, and I’m not, it’s impossible to see Europe without seeing churches. From St. Paul’s Cathedral in London to St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow, these buildings are architectural wonders that have witnessed history as it unfolded around them.

I’ve often thought as I’ve followed my tour guide through these churches that while they may have been built to praise the universal creator they are more of a monument to man and his artistic talent. Of course, that’s just my own personal take on it. As an atheist, I don’t exactly have the right mind set for this kind of thing.

But … if any building could make me spiritual, it would be the Rock Church in Helsinki. Excavated and built out of solid rock and yet, impossibly, bathed in sunlight. It’s a mystery to me, but somehow you sit inside this rock and feel as serene as if you were sitting on a beach. You look out through the skylight and believe for a moment that the universe is unfolding as it should.

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Athletic Couture

Is it just me or is there a certain irony in the fact that while the stores are overflowing with yoga wear, workout gear, and running shoes made for every conceivable exercise and sport, North America is fatter than ever?

People who never enter a gym walk around in sweat pants and track shoes.

And Fitbits, please. Counting the steps to your couch is not exercise.

I have an on-again, off-again relationship with exercise. As we speak, my treadmill is gathering dust, but even I know that fit and fashion — not the same thing.

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Rorschach Test

There was a time in my life when the summer was long and September seemed a distant forever away. When my life wasn’t scheduled to hell and back and I didn’t live attached to my phone.

There was a time when I lay on the ground and saw images in the clouds. You know the game, That cloud looks like…

I wonder if the Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach, the guy who created the Rorschach Test, got the idea from watching clouds as a child.

For some reason, this past week’s madness of shootings, hate rallies, and terrorist attacks has me thinking that the world around us, that life itself is a Rorschach test.

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What do you see and what does that say about you?

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