He commands respect. He represents moral authority. He inspires confidence and admiration. He is a coach. He is a priest. He is a Colonel in the army. He is a monster.
As Halloween approaches, we are inundated with images of ghosts, goblins, monsters, witches and vampires. If we so desire, we may choose to wear a costume representing one of these stock Halloween characters. In a larger context, one can't escape the omnipresence of popular culture related to vampires: Anne Rice novels, Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV shows and of course, the Twilight series. Indeed, we are fascinated by representation the mysterious, sometimes monstrous netherworld because of the classic two sides to being human: good and evil. The representaion of evil in art or popular culture forces us to look at the "evil" side of the human condition while at the same time confirms to us that we are good: we are not like them. Vampires may act human sometimes but humans don't act like vampires. And so we happily stand in line at the movies to be thrilled, horrifed and thoroughly entertained.
But these days, one can't escape another kind of monster who belongs neither to medieval iconography, nor to neo-gothic popular culture. This kind of vampire walks among us. He leads a double life. He uses his power,status and authority as a mask to hide his real nature. He stalks his prey and he leaves an endless trail of victims. He has even become a media anti-star: whenever we turn on the radio or television, there he is again. This steady media diet of horror is beginning to make me feel sick. I feel a malaise when I think how the vampire becomes the star but the victims must repeatedly relive the horror over a 24-hour news channel.
Sadly, as much as I may wish, this is not a fairytale. There are no princes or princesses, no chivalrous knights and no happily-ever-after in this story.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Run
Ran to fix breakfast.
Sped to drive the kids to school.
Sped back home to get ready for work.
Jumped in the car. Ahhh, I can relax, I'm not late, the sun is shining, Gloria Steinem is being interviewed on Q
$%%#!!$! a dead moose on the back of a truck, zoom and another, zoom and another, at least six today all the way to Rimouski.
Sauntered to the office,greet colleagues, check Omnivox, Groupwise, Hotmail, telephone messages, catching up, catching up.
Ran upstairs for a meeting.
Ran downstairs for Cool-Aid center.
Strolled to office
Madly produced administrative documents due NOW and sent them out
Quickly ate lunch with one hand while typing with the other.
Ran downtown to buy a birthday present.
Glanced at watch, holy $%#%!! I have a meeting in 7 minutes.
Sprinted from Alphabet to the third floor of the cegep in 5 minutes.
Arrived at meeting transpiring and out of breath but ON TIME.
Finished the meeting, jogged to the second floor for other meeting.
Dashed to office, grabbed work, ran to car.
Sped back home, come on lady, you are driving too slow.
Brisked into the grocery store, purchased supper, slight twinge of guilt for not offering all four food groups.
Pulled into the garderie, picked up kids, B is there, N is there--what É isn't there? Oh, he's at a friend's house. Aghh!!! which friend?
Found É, drive home, fervently repeating my mantra :serenity now, serenity now (you know, from Seinfeld).
Unpacked backpacks, helped with homework, spelling words, dictation, addition, subtraction, conjugation,
Exponents--Hey, I'm an English teacher not a math teacher ummmmm, let' s see now.....
Walked dog.
Gobbled supper, get back in car, drive É to arena, tie skates.
Drove back home, read stories.
Got back in car--I said buckle up!
Picked up É at arena, come on, hurry up! hurry up.
Got back in car . Drove back home.
Made and eate snacks, read stories.
Walked dog.
I am wiped out. I am beat.
Bed time everybody. Sweet dreams.
I can't sleep.
Sped to drive the kids to school.
Sped back home to get ready for work.
Jumped in the car. Ahhh, I can relax, I'm not late, the sun is shining, Gloria Steinem is being interviewed on Q
$%%#!!$! a dead moose on the back of a truck, zoom and another, zoom and another, at least six today all the way to Rimouski.
Sauntered to the office,greet colleagues, check Omnivox, Groupwise, Hotmail, telephone messages, catching up, catching up.
Ran upstairs for a meeting.
Ran downstairs for Cool-Aid center.
Strolled to office
Madly produced administrative documents due NOW and sent them out
Quickly ate lunch with one hand while typing with the other.
Ran downtown to buy a birthday present.
Glanced at watch, holy $%#%!! I have a meeting in 7 minutes.
Sprinted from Alphabet to the third floor of the cegep in 5 minutes.
Arrived at meeting transpiring and out of breath but ON TIME.
Finished the meeting, jogged to the second floor for other meeting.
Dashed to office, grabbed work, ran to car.
Sped back home, come on lady, you are driving too slow.
Brisked into the grocery store, purchased supper, slight twinge of guilt for not offering all four food groups.
Pulled into the garderie, picked up kids, B is there, N is there--what É isn't there? Oh, he's at a friend's house. Aghh!!! which friend?
Found É, drive home, fervently repeating my mantra :serenity now, serenity now (you know, from Seinfeld).
Unpacked backpacks, helped with homework, spelling words, dictation, addition, subtraction, conjugation,
Exponents--Hey, I'm an English teacher not a math teacher ummmmm, let' s see now.....
Walked dog.
Gobbled supper, get back in car, drive É to arena, tie skates.
Drove back home, read stories.
Got back in car--I said buckle up!
Picked up É at arena, come on, hurry up! hurry up.
Got back in car . Drove back home.
Made and eate snacks, read stories.
Walked dog.
I am wiped out. I am beat.
Bed time everybody. Sweet dreams.
I can't sleep.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Coffee break
In the spirit of solidarity with my language students, Present Progressive is taking a break this week!
Do you ever feel like this?
Do you ever feel like this?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
L'air du temps
If there is one holiday that makes me feel like a foreigner in Québec, it's Thanksgiving. In ROC (rest of Canada), Thanksgiving is a treasured moment in the year when friends and family gather around the table to enjoy the traditional roast turkey, rosemary stuffing, assorted roasted autumn vegetables, cranberry sauce and homemade pumpkin pie. Here in Québec on the other hand, Thanksgiving is an anonymous holiday without a heart and soul, a banal day like any other. I guess it's a good illustration of the great franco-anglo culinary divide. On the turkey issue it seems our differences can't be breached.
And so, in the interest of anglo-franco cultural rapprochement, I encourage you to learn more about the art of the Thanksgiving feast by the epitome of holiday festivities, the domestic diva herself, Martha Stewart. Enjoy and:
It must be part of the zeitgeist,of l'air du temps. As usual, I was driving in my car this week when I tuned in to a Q debate. The subject : Carnivore vs. vegetarian! The debate neatly ties in to our discussion on the ethics of hunting and eating meat from my previous post, Bullet-proof. Click here for more passionate opinions on the subject. Have a happy Thanksgiving, we have a lot to be grateful for.
And so, in the interest of anglo-franco cultural rapprochement, I encourage you to learn more about the art of the Thanksgiving feast by the epitome of holiday festivities, the domestic diva herself, Martha Stewart. Enjoy and:
It must be part of the zeitgeist,of l'air du temps. As usual, I was driving in my car this week when I tuned in to a Q debate. The subject : Carnivore vs. vegetarian! The debate neatly ties in to our discussion on the ethics of hunting and eating meat from my previous post, Bullet-proof. Click here for more passionate opinions on the subject. Have a happy Thanksgiving, we have a lot to be grateful for.
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