He was Canada's version of Paul McCartney, a man who with a flash of a smile and a wave, could have throngs of screaming nubile young women appear out of nowhere and give chase, if only to catch a glimpse of the prime minster, if not a picture and a kiss.
All politicians have charisma, but his was a special kind. This broad appeal was matched only by his peerless attention to style and sartorial flair. He strolled the streets of Saint-Pierre-et-Miquelon wearing a nautical top and a jaunty "necker-cheif". He ice skated in a full length fur coat. He showed up to the 1970 Grey Cup looking like he's just walked off the set of Super Fly. He wore loafers without socks and a rose in his lapel.
It was not just audacity either, he understood the meaning and the importance of the fit and a good cut of a suit. Unlike Paul Martin or Jean Chretien, please loved him, even though who thought Liberals were nothing but indecisive pansies.
He pissed people off and that was part of it. He word sandals and slid down banisters in parliaments because that as who he was. He smoked cigars with Fidel Castro and mixed with rock stars and gave protesters the finger. He dated celebrities because, well, someone had to pick up where JFK left off.
Like Sinatra, Bowie, Versace and very few other icons of his time, he knew the one and only true rule of style: that it's not just about the clothes you wear, the high end watches hanging from your wrist or even the coin in your pocket. It's about the attitude. Pierre Elliott Trudeau had a lot of that. He was the man who made Canadian politics cool (if only for a moment).
It's the funniest thing I've read in a long time (mind you, I've been in school so that accounts for a bunch of text book reading- that's beside the point). Awesome illustrations and just flat out fan-freaking-tastic.
I follow this wonderful tasty blog named Dinner With Julie, it's always full of tummy warming treats and heart warming stories. She just posted the other day The Nenshi Family Samosa Recipe which delights me beyond anything. First of all, they have to be good. They are on the Dinner with Julie site. Second, my friend Reena use to bring in her Mum's homemade Samosa's and they were the best things I have ever eaten. I was never able to get Reena's mum to part with her recipe but this one might just fill the void. I guess during Nenshi's campaign to Calgary Mayor, his team was kept going with these tasty little num-nums.
Thanks to Dinner with Julie for sharing this with the world (and to Noorjah for making them so).
The citric acid (available at Community Natural Foods and other specialty/health food stores as well as many Indian groceries) is used as a souring agent – you could substitute lime juice or amchur powder, which is made from dried unripe mango – both are naturally high in citric acid.
1 lb. lean ground beef
1/2 tsp. citric acid (optional)
1 tsp. crushed garlic
1/2 tsp. crushed ginger
1/2 tsp. garam masala
1 tsp. dhana – jeera mix (coriander and cumin powder)
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. crushed green hot pepper
4 long green onions, finely chopped
1 small onion, finely chopped
1/2 bunch chopped fresh cilantro
2 Tbsp. all-purpose flour
3 Tbsp. water
1 pkg. samosa or spring roll wrappers, thawed if frozen
canola oil, for cooking
In a large, heavy skillet, cook the ground beef, adding the citric acid and breaking up any lumps. Add all the spices and continue cooking until meat is cooked through. Remove from heat and drain any fat on paper towels. Stir in the onions and cilantro.
In a small dish, stir together the flour and water to form a paste. Fill and fold the samosas. (Note: if you don’t know how to do this, Google it for visuals. Generally you want to fold over the end of a strip of wrapper to form a triangle, form it again to form a pocket, fill the pocket, then keep folding, maintaining the triangle shape, to the end of the wrapper. Use the paste to seal it closed and fill any holes in the tips of the three corners.
In a medium heavy pot, heat a couple inches of oil over medium-high heat until hot but not smoking. Fry a few at a time, without crowding the pot, flipping as necessary as they turn brown. Remove with tongs or a slotted spoon to paper towels to drain. Serve warm. Makes about 1 1/2 dozen samosas.
*Though these ones are not vegetarian, I am sure with a few adjustments they can easily be made so.
Just don't trust me when it comes to advise on Hedge Funds
It's been all over the news.
Dr. Mark Haub, a professor of nutrition at Kansas State University spent the last two months eating pretty much nothing but junk food and lost 27lbs and improved his cholesterol profile.
How did he do it?
He ate fewer calories than he burned.
Is it important?
Yes, but not perhaps in the way you might think.
There's simply no surprise that a nutrition professor eating a calorie reduced diet lost weight. If that were news we'd also regularly be seeing stories about the amazing business professor who saved more money than he spent and saw his bank account climb. There's also not too much surprise that his cholesterol improved in that the benefits of losing 13.5% of your body weight likely outweigh any risks inherent to the diet that led to that loss.
No, what's truly important here is the fact that this story made headlines the world over. That's important because it hammers home one incredibly unfortunate fact - the world doesn't understand calories.
Calories are the currency of weight and we need to empower people to use and understand them. A thorough understanding of how many each of us needs and how many we're having, must become part of our nutritional consciousness if we ever hope to put a dent in obesity. I'm not saying obsess over them but be aware of what you are eating and read nutrition labels if you are buying something pre-packaged.
So thanks to Dr. Haub for proving what shouldn't have needed to, because truly, the fact that the world was wowed by a guy losing weight eating fewer calories than he burns highlights just how far we've got left to go in educating the public.
A shame that doesn't appear to be the message that he's chosen to promote.
Here she comes, out from behind the shadows into the light in a cinematic fever dream. She's been in hiding for the most part aside from an interview on Q, some fantastic collaborations with Beck (a little of this and a little of that), and a few shows at the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic games.
A documentary about Feist and her collaborators by Anthony Seck. Produced by Jannie McInnes. Look at What the Light Did Now documents the journey of Feist’s Grammy nominated album “The Reminder”. This poetic film pulls back the curtain to reveal intimate partnerships with the people Feist calls her ‘amplifiers’: The photographer who helped her hide within the frame, shadow puppeteers in hockey arenas, an artist who built a thread-radiating mural, the video director who conducted fireworks, the pianist who guided the recording of the album, and other musical and visual collaborators. The film follows Feist and her supporting cast through an impressionistic array of flickering scenery, echoing stadiums, puppet workshops, the red carpet, a crumbling French mansion, definitive concert performances and uncommonly candid interviews. Itself a part of the creative mosaic it portrays, Look At What The Light Did Now illuminates the synergy of collaboration, art as magnifying glass, and the power of trust.
You can buy it December 7th and In addition to the bonus audio CD, with it’s 13 tracks and solo piano reinterpretations of Feist songs by Gonzales, the DVD release contains additional live and uncut footage from The Reminder Tour, highlights from the Living Lantern secret shows, a collection of short films, music videos, archival clips and so much more.
Check out this hidden beach canyon duet with Feist and Little Wings, performing Look At What The Light Did Now:
It's 1946 and he is 15. He is already attending McGill University
I thought my Dad was older but thankfully he's only 79 years old. Born November 9th, 1931 in Donnacona, Quebec. I called him this morning on my walk into work and wished him a happy birthday. He laughed with pleasure when I asked him if he was taking the day off from work.He's not. He could take the day off, he is owns his own company but he likes to work and I doubt he will ever retire. He isn't taking the day off. He only takes Thursday afternoons off so he can go hiking with my mum and the dogs at our country house. There isn't anything frail about my Dad, I look at other 80 year olds and think how frail and aged they look but not my father. Though a little off balance at times, his mind is sharp. His eyes are sharp and so is his wit. How many 79 year olds do you know that text message?
My Dad is very special to me. When I was little I would dream about saving him from Monsters and burglars. I was Super Daughter. Now I spend time with him going to the opera and talking on the drive along the Cow Boy Trail.
I'm not really sure what I am trying to say in this post other then...
Happy Birthday Dad!
You teach me so much about life everyday. and I love you.
I hate having an upset tummy, though I am not sure there are very many people who enjoy it but I really don't like it. I would go as far as saying that there was a time when it was a full blown medically diagnosed phobia. I was told by a doctor that I had "a very creative eating disorder"- it had nothing to do disorder body image. I didn't want to loose weight, actually it was the opposite. I wanted to be healthy, I wanted to be happy and I didn't want the nasty demon of disordered eating riding my shoulders any more. I just didn't eat because I was scared I was going to throw-up at any point, I still had radical, disordered thinking but it had nothing to do with how I looked. At my worst my food intake was limited to "safe" foods that didn't appear to be contaminated. Bagels, cream of wheat, ice cream and cookies were the foods of choice. All I wanted to do was eat but the last thing I wanted to do was deal with the mental discomfort of having food in my belly and the fear of that at any moment I might just throw up. Talk about not having much faith in ones own body. I'm not even sure where all this abstract thinking came from, just one day it was there.
There is a positive aspect to this chapter of my life. I, thankfully, was honest with myself to be aware that this was an issue. Something that I needed to dive into a work on. Dig it up, get to the root and get the f*ck over it. So with baby steps I did, but it was hard. When I was hungry I felt at peace, there was no worry that I would spontaneously reject whatever was being digested in my stomach. However, I was hungry and I knew that I needed to eat and I wanted to eat but I just couldn't eat. My mind wouldn't let me so, I used this to my advantage. At the time I was a smoker and I wanted to quit, I had my reason and I finally had my self control. I used this habit of forbidding myself the things I really wanted (food) to forbid myself from smoking. It worked like a charm, the cravings were easy to deal with and I actually found quitting to be easy. I am thankful to have been able to have done that so easily when I was so young.
Another thing that happened was my full blown phobia of Spiders were minimised to just a fear or concern. This was a fantastic realization because not only did I feel free from something that use to haunt my all summer but also, I learned that phobias and fears can shift. Get better. Move on.
I worked long and hard and bit by bit I slowly began to trust my body again. With the support of close friends and my family I started to get over it. I would hit bumps along the way but I'd jump right back on and keep working my way back to health. The worst part were the panic attacks and the times where my tummy would get upset (never amounting in my worst fear though). I had safe crutches along the way, the biggest thing was first of all being honest about what was going on for me in my head. Not only did I learn the depth of peoples acceptance but also, I learned about other peoples anxiety as well so I could be a support to them too. This phobia wasn't going to be my dirty secret.
Gum, Pepto, Peppermint Tea, Peppermint Oil, Tums, wiggling my legs and time all became my crutches to get me through the physical or mental discomfort. As did connecting and eventually I was eating a healthy diet again (minus a few things that were still "scary" to me). Yes, I wasn't eating very much meat unless it was Lamb, Duck, Bison or Quail. Garlic was an offender as well so I became a lover of the rich and creamy nature of french food. Mmmm... Fast Food, cheap restaurants, deli meats and processed foods (cookies aside, of course) were still taboo to me. It wasn't a bad diet, that's for sure but I knew that I wasn't eating the "offending foods" for the wrong reasons. I was scared of them. So, with the help of a woman who I recently employed to help give me the last push I needed. I entered into cognitive and behavioral therapy and found myself facing my final fears head on. My crutches weren't being used as much and with my gently nurtured confidence in my body, I dove right in. I ate beef on a bun, chicken at the pub, ham in my submarine sandwiches. I didn't shy away from food at my friend Rheann's wedding which was heavy on the BBQ and low on the veggies. I had a steak sandwich which I hadn't had in years, mini burgers where were last eaten in 2006 (is that right Calvin?). If I had an upset tummy I would still eat regardless.
My body did rebel, I haven't had such an upset tummy in years. I think it has almost gone into shock with the stress of life mixed in with all these nasty foods I had not eaten in years. The panic attacks came back last month but I am not giving into it. Yes, I need my friends more right now then I may have last year at this time. But they are there for me, cheering me on with support. And I've been there for me too which is something new. Last week when trying to keep a panic attack at bay so I could get my work done I discovered that searching "Beautiful Pictures of Nature" on Google would put everything at ease. I don't have a place in my head that I can go too when I am distracted by anxiety so manufacturing it by looking at images. Within 5 minutes I was back at ease. On my own. Without the aide of anything other then my imagination.
This post originally was just going to be a short one about searching for pictures on Google and finding them helpful in calming my mind but it ended up being more of a confessional, taking on a life of it's own. Many know this story, but it is an old story now. It doesn't effect my life as much as it once did, even as I challenge myself with my final fears. True, I still keep stock of Pepto but I don't stock it in my purse anymore and if I do, it's No Name Brand. I'm better then I've ever been , even though I feel as though I am floundering and flopping around like a fish out of water. No one ever said change was pretty. It will come together because I want it too.
It's sometimes better to be a bit too formal rather than a bit too casual, with anything.
"You have to remember there are two ways of saying 'you" in French: the plural and more formal 'vous' and the singular, more casual 'tu'. Never use the 'tu' form with someone you don't know very well- it's a big faux pas and very disrespectful. It's easy to get mixed up, so I always play it safe and stick with 'vous,'even with people I've know for 20 years."
this is Dave and his friend. I have no idea who he is but doesn't he seem interesting?
Okay, it kind of is. But it kind of isn't. It is maybe when you are in your 20's 30's even 40's but by the time you reach your 70's it becomes less about how you look and more about how you are.
Last year I went through my 17th "mid-life crisis" and decided that I was officially "old" and unattractive. What the heck! For someone who doesn't read fashion and beauty magazines I have no idea where this idea came from. Actually, I blame reality TV just because it's an easy target. I also blame all these young children making their first 500 million dollars by the time they are 11. Who can compete with that! Not this girl... I didn't even have my Social Insurance Number until I was 18.
It hit me though, through all this crazy talk and thought that really. It wasn't about what I looked like, or having a few laugh lines or squint wrinkles or any of that jazz. It really is about how interesting of a person you are and how well you can relate to others.
I don't want to attract a life partner who is all about me being a young, hot, lady. I want to attract a life partner (why am I using the term "life partner") who finds me interesting and I find them interesting and we do interesting things together. I want to be friends with interesting people (which I am). I want to be an interesting person because that is what stays with a person well past the years of perky boobs and a smooth, line free neck.
I am going to keep brushing my hair and flossing my teeth. Dressing up, moisturizer, perfume- all good things. Showers, even better. I'm not going to stop doing the things that make me an easier person to be around but I've stopped worrying so much about the expression lines along my forehead and my paler than Edward the Vampire skin (Though sometimes I wish I sparkled in the sun- actually, that wouldn't be right.). The superficial things... No one is really looking and if they are, what does that matter? My focus needs to be on building my mind and my communication skills. Being interested in people and their life.
I don't think this post makes much sense... it just a fleeting thought as I clean up from my day at work. Rather than complaining about all the phone calls I have been getting I decided to indulge in a little self-thought sharing.
So what are your thoughts?
Do you want to be an interesting person?
Do you think you are an interesting person?
What makes you interesting?
Do you not care and instead worry about other things?