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Guns and roses…

May 3, 2010

The next day Austin dressed up as his favorite superhero,

Impossible Man…

He went over to Amy’s house and tried to use his X-ray vision to see through her front door…

He stood there for two hours, then finally rang the bell…

Amy answered…

“I can see through doors and walls with my X-ray vision,” Austin said…

“That’s impossible,” Amy said…

“That’s way I’m called Impossible Man,” Austin said, and went home…

Why did girls have to live next door to him??? he thought…

Why did they have to live anywhere???

— in Yuck, A Love Story by Don Gillmor and Marie-Louise Gay

Little Gem knows just which book to choose before she goes to bed…

Her immediate insights are right on the money…

X-ray comments like this one…

What Austin doesn’t yet realize is that if girls didn’t live anywhere there would be no people on this earth…

You need to have a girl to make a baby…

Now keep reading…

Little Gem and Starshine had a lot to report after five days at their other home…

Sometimes I get way too much information…

I’ve spent years working on my filtering system…

and keeping comments neutral…

We went swimming with Papa today…

He wore a Speedo…

How was that for you???

Like being in a Ben Stiller movie…

If I were in Chicago right now I’d be looking for the best hotdog cart in town…

and asking Mr. Barbequeman to drag it through the garden…

But I’m not in Chicago…

I’m right here…

wearing my Canucks shirt…

and eating granola with rhubarb sauce…

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place...


Following suit…

April 29, 2010

I’ve been sending Stephen Harper a literary work every two weeks for the last three years…

I’m sure he does read…

but it’s mostly non-fiction…

and my point is you have to read fiction if you’re going to lead…

That’s one of the sources of our dreams and also a source of knowledge about the human condition…

If you’ve never read a book of literature, you’ve only lived your narrow life…

— Yann Martel in the Vancouver Sun…

I had never thought of this before,

but I tend to agree with what Yann is saying…

I also think that if you’ve never taught Kindergarten,

or Grade One,

you really have no place in being the principal,

of an elementary school…

You just wouldn’t have the right skill set,

to get the job done properly…

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,

I’m not all that well read…

I have not read any of the so called classics,

or much literature…

And there have been times in my life,

when I haven’t read anything at all,

aside from bills,

and cereal boxes…

That was after I graduated from university…

Higher learning killed the reading for enjoyment,

that I once knew,

as a child…

Funny how too much of a good thing,

can also be the death of it…

As a teacher,

I’ve often wondered how it was,

that I was in the place of instructing five and six year olds towards reading and writing,

when those were not activities that I myself,

engaged in,

other than when I was with them…

I couldn’t write a journal entry for the life of me,

yet I expected them to do it each and every day,

in less than thirty minutes please because now we’re moving onto math…

I discovered that once I chose,

to forget everything I’d ever learned in school,

about punctuation and the correct way to begin a sentence,

my reading and writing really took off in directions that I could live with…

Once I said,

NO!!!

my writing sang,

YES…

And my students,

and my own children at home,

sang right along with me…

It was like we were rewiring each other into another dimension of what matters,

what we love to do,

and how we want to do it…

Starshine and Little Gem are each currently working on books with their school friends…

The seed was planted last Sunday on our trip out to the Riefel Bird Sanctuary on Westham Island…

After fish and chips in Steveston,

I took them past my old school,

and one thing lead to another…

They noticed the mechanical blinds covering the school windows,

and talked about how it was too bad that they didn’t have the same kind of blinds,

on their school windows…

And that maybe if they had,

the school computers wouldn’t be so easy to steal…

Then they started to unravel the story of the latest set of stolen laptops,

with no sign of break and entry…

As they speculated on possibilities,

I said,

That sounds like a mystery that needs solving…

You should write about what you think happened…

They said,

But it’s too late…

the evidence is all gone…

I said,

Then make some up…

By Sunday night,

through back and forth phone calls,

Starshine and her friend Sunshine had charted out a cast of characters…

And at recess the next day,

Little Gem and her friend had sketched out ideas for their book,

in the school yard,

with building momentum…

Yesterday afternoon I was throwing bowls on the wheel,

and I looked up from my work to see a little girl watching me,

intently…

I was happy that her father gave her the time she wanted,

and didn’t hurry her along,

even though he looked uncomfortable,

watching women,

through a window,

from underneath his hoody…

She watched and watched…

No attention deficit disorder here…

A fellow potter commented on how this is so much better to be watching than television…

The little girl and I smiled a conversation through the window,

and by the time we said goodbye I had four bowls on the board…

During the process her dad came in to ask if there were classes,

for children…

He said,

My daughter would love to do this…

This made me think about all of the things that we could be doing in school…

All the adults and children in the institution,

doing all of the things that they love to do,

together…

Making mincemeat out of standard operating procedure…

Before I sat down to write today I sat on my back porch with a chai latte…

My neighbour Leonard was pulling apart all of his artwork that has been infested with silver fish in his damp basement…

I told him that I’ve learned to make friends with my silver fish…

They help me stay connected with my prehistory…

And I asked him if he’d heard the new baby next door being born…

He said,

We didn’t hear her but we sure heard you when you were giving birth…

I remembered that the moment I went into hard labour with Little Gem,

was the same moment that a cement truck pulled up in his back yard,

and started pouring a foundation for his studio…

I asked him if he found the sounds scary…

He said,

No,

not at all…

It was primordial…

I’d never heard anything like it before…

I told him that I was happy to be of service…

I have to say that I’ve never heard of anything like a city major,

making an official day to celebrate the city’s professional hockey team,

and raising a flag in honour…

I know that I’m not alone in thinking that we Vancouverites need a long weekend,

to punctuate our stretch of rainy winter months…

If we can take a day off to celebrate a Queen’s birthday,

we can certainly agitate for a day off to celebrate new history made,

with the win of a Stanley Cup…

Now I’m getting way ahead of myself,

with absolutely no ambivalence,

or ambiguity…

Your attitude toward cuttlefish could be improved if that's your wish...

Pushing envelopes…

April 28, 2010

A real princess will always pick up your teacup if you drop it…

—kindness is practically their middle name—

but this was not the only reason she did so…

There was a light in the prince’s dark eyes which reminded her of all the stars in the night sky…

It did not escape the queen’s notice that as the girl bent down she let out a cry something a bit like OUCH…

“Whatever is the matter, my dear???” asked the king…

“I’m all aches and pains today and I just don’t know why…

And I feel so awful when you went to so much effort,

and how ungrateful I must seem,

and I hope you will forgive me…”

But there was nothing to forgive because,

as anyone will know,

a girl who can turn black and blue when a tiny, tiny pea-green garden pea is placed under twelve feather mattresses,

must surely be a real princess…

— in The Princess and the Pea by Lauren Child…

When you start a new knitting project,

the first thing you need to check is your tension,

or your project won’t work out the way you want it to…

My tension has always been consistent,

and regular,

but I’m not one for following instructions,

so my end products were always really much bigger than I wanted them to be…

I always seemed to make things so much larger than life…

I’m getting better at following instructions,

but I still make allowances for myself to shift dimensions,

alter patterns,

and fit my current form…

It’s elementary…

Last week I went to sleep wearing some brand new,

only been washed once,

pyjama pants I’d just bought at the Great Canadian Superstore…

They are from the Joe Fresh line,

and they are so pretty…

I had a fitful sleep,

full of dreams about sweatshop workers and people locked up in factories…

People separated from their children,

and partners,

way before until death do us part…

In one of the dream segments I was relieving myself in a stall beside a young chinese girl…

We both felt shame and humiliation,

as neither of us had the privacy we wanted,

or needed,

to do our business…

When we each emerged from the stall we had to report to a woman with a clip board…

She was keeping track of the quantity of our urine,

and our days of menstruation,

so that we couldn’t tell lies about our levels of production…

Some people would say that I must be crazy,

and way too sensitive…

I would tell them,

I’ve heard that one before,

and that I am exactly what Great Spirit delivered…

I am simply a product of all of my experiences,

since the beginning of time,

rolled up into this very special package…

Apparently Ryan Johnson is on the road to recovery with his first skate after his broken foot injury at the end of the regular season…

I would say that he’s pushing things a bit…

I know what it is like to be out of the game,

watching from the sidelines,

when you want to be in the thick of everything,

doing what you came here to do…

But I trust him to know when the time is right…

Who am I to hold anyone back from what they want,

and what they believe in???

Especially when they take their freedom with responsibility,

and they comprehend the work required to earn a Stanley Cup…

I went for my first roller-blade of the post-season this week,

and it hurt…

No blisters…

Just a couple of shinsplints,

and a royal pain in the ass…

I have no idea how the Canucks do it,

game after game…

It’s a mystery to me…

Skating around at high speed on thin ice isn’t the most difficult thing I’ve ever done,

but it sure isn’t easy…

And I’m going as slow as I can…

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