Saturday, September 1, 2007
The opinion that U of Michigan Wolverines is the best team ever is MANDATORY!!!
Apparently, it is a requirement that if you live in Michigan you MUST be a fan of the University of Michigan Wolverines. Now I'm just not a fan of football to begin with but Michigan's obsession with football is all pervasive. Twice this past week I've been to functions where the talk turned to football. One of those functions was 15 women and one man, and it still turned to football. Craziness!!
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Nelly Furtado is following me...
In my car, every grocery store, Jo-Ann's, Ikea. (see first post)
Funnily enough, she doesn't follow me at Lai Thai or Bombay Grocers.
Funnily enough, she doesn't follow me at Lai Thai or Bombay Grocers.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
I ain't gonna see nobody nowhere. (My diatribe on double negatives)
I HATE THE IMPROPER USE OF DOUBLE NEGATIVES!!!!!!
There I said it.
Yup, the improper use of double negatives is a spur up my grammatical buttocks. For those of you unfamiliar with the term double negatives, it's when you use one negative (such as not) and then use another word which implies negation (nobody, nothing, nowhere, no how) so that in fact is means a positive (I haven't seen nobody really means I have seen everybody or anybody.).
Now Michiganders use this AAAAAALLLLLLL the time and they actually think this is proper English!!! I get so irritated when walking through the grocery store listening to people tell other people that they "ain't been nowhere, seen nothing, done nothing.", etc. What happened in Michigan to steer their grammatical boat to the wasteland of bad grammar?
There I said it.
Yup, the improper use of double negatives is a spur up my grammatical buttocks. For those of you unfamiliar with the term double negatives, it's when you use one negative (such as not) and then use another word which implies negation (nobody, nothing, nowhere, no how) so that in fact is means a positive (I haven't seen nobody really means I have seen everybody or anybody.).
Now Michiganders use this AAAAAALLLLLLL the time and they actually think this is proper English!!! I get so irritated when walking through the grocery store listening to people tell other people that they "ain't been nowhere, seen nothing, done nothing.", etc. What happened in Michigan to steer their grammatical boat to the wasteland of bad grammar?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I thought my eyes were dim
like the Raffi song....
Anyways, I thought I was going crazy last night. A and I were sitting out on the back porch in our lawnchairs (we inherited white metal chairs and a table with the house but we never use them. We sit in our Canadian flag lawnchair which is normal height and my little lawn chair that I bought at the Edmonton Folk Festival last year). I'm kinda sitting sideways and I see a flashing of light out of the corner of my right eye. At first I thought it was just a light reflecting off it from somewhere but it kept happening. Then I changed positions and looked straight forward. What the hell? Was something wrong with my eyes? What were those flashes of light in the lawn? I thought I was going crazy. Nope, I was not (well at least not this time)....what, you may ask, was I looking at? Lightening bugs. That's right, folks, up until last night I was a lightening bug virgin. Never seen them before....ever. I think I probably read about them in some Judy Blume novel when I was younger but never really knew what they were. I'm sure A and I looked like idiots walking around our and the neighbours' lawns at 10:30pm in random patterns for no apparent reason changing direction every three metres with our heads bobbing back and forth trying to find the little suckers. It seems that everyone but I have a story about chasing and catching lightening bugs in jars as children and the subsequent manslaughter of those self-same critters. For those of you not in the know (i.e. most of my Canadian readership), lightening bugs rear ends light up really quickly for a second then stop 'til they move somewhere else and flash the hood. Apparently, this is to attract a mate. I'm trying to imagine going through life with a flashlight behind. Weird!!!!
Anyways, I thought I was going crazy last night. A and I were sitting out on the back porch in our lawnchairs (we inherited white metal chairs and a table with the house but we never use them. We sit in our Canadian flag lawnchair which is normal height and my little lawn chair that I bought at the Edmonton Folk Festival last year). I'm kinda sitting sideways and I see a flashing of light out of the corner of my right eye. At first I thought it was just a light reflecting off it from somewhere but it kept happening. Then I changed positions and looked straight forward. What the hell? Was something wrong with my eyes? What were those flashes of light in the lawn? I thought I was going crazy. Nope, I was not (well at least not this time)....what, you may ask, was I looking at? Lightening bugs. That's right, folks, up until last night I was a lightening bug virgin. Never seen them before....ever. I think I probably read about them in some Judy Blume novel when I was younger but never really knew what they were. I'm sure A and I looked like idiots walking around our and the neighbours' lawns at 10:30pm in random patterns for no apparent reason changing direction every three metres with our heads bobbing back and forth trying to find the little suckers. It seems that everyone but I have a story about chasing and catching lightening bugs in jars as children and the subsequent manslaughter of those self-same critters. For those of you not in the know (i.e. most of my Canadian readership), lightening bugs rear ends light up really quickly for a second then stop 'til they move somewhere else and flash the hood. Apparently, this is to attract a mate. I'm trying to imagine going through life with a flashlight behind. Weird!!!!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Ain't no flies on us.
Some of you may remember the childhood taunt/game "there ain't no flies on us". If you aren't familiar with it, there are two teams and each team says successively louder ...
there ain't no flies on us
there ain't no flies on us
there might be flies on some of you guys
but there ain't no flies on us.
Now, I know it's not grammatically correct (which sadly seems to be happening more and more in the English language by supposed native-speakers) and is in fact a double negative which means that there really are flies on us.
Well, in Michigan there really are no flies on us. Why you may ask? Well, and I know this sounds strange, but Michigan flies are the slowest flies I've ever seen in my entire life!! A three-year old child with undeveloped reflexes could kill a Michigander fly. I know it's a strange posting but I've killed several flies in the house now because we tend to leave our garage door open when we're home as does most our hood (yes, burgalurs, people are more lax about home security in the burbs), so we get these big Michigander flies who fly in, think they own the place with their noisy buzz, and then get killed by my hand and a piece of papertowel. Aren't you supposed to have some kind of sense of accomplishment when you kill a fly in your home? Some kind of sense of "gotcha sucker!!! Michigander flies steal that feeling from you. It's kinda sad.
there ain't no flies on us
there ain't no flies on us
there might be flies on some of you guys
but there ain't no flies on us.
Now, I know it's not grammatically correct (which sadly seems to be happening more and more in the English language by supposed native-speakers) and is in fact a double negative which means that there really are flies on us.
Well, in Michigan there really are no flies on us. Why you may ask? Well, and I know this sounds strange, but Michigan flies are the slowest flies I've ever seen in my entire life!! A three-year old child with undeveloped reflexes could kill a Michigander fly. I know it's a strange posting but I've killed several flies in the house now because we tend to leave our garage door open when we're home as does most our hood (yes, burgalurs, people are more lax about home security in the burbs), so we get these big Michigander flies who fly in, think they own the place with their noisy buzz, and then get killed by my hand and a piece of papertowel. Aren't you supposed to have some kind of sense of accomplishment when you kill a fly in your home? Some kind of sense of "gotcha sucker!!! Michigander flies steal that feeling from you. It's kinda sad.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Detroit Orientation Institute
Recently A and I participated in the Detroit Orientation Institute (http://www.doi.wayne.edu/) which was an absolutely amazing experience for we learned a tonne about Detroit and met some pretty amazing people.
Some of the things I learned:
1. The population of Metro Detroit is upwards of 85% black (African-American for you PC types. Although I really think this name should be changed. I'll go into that another time.), with the rest being caucasian, bengali and middle-eastern.
2. There are some pretty amazing houses in the richer areas of town.
3. The public school we visited had one science teacher who taught every student in the school (all 600+ of them) for one hour a week. She had 27 classes and no prep time! And there's no toilet paper in the school. Who runs a school with no toilet paper? Each of the class room doors is locked from the inside too.
4. There is some absolutely amazing redevelopment going on in Detroit. New loft spaces, business districts, community organizations.
5. I've never seen so many abandoned buildings in my life. Detroit's population went from 1.6 million in the Metro Detroit area in the 1940s or so to less than 1 million today, leaving a lot of unused housing to rot and decay.
6. One of the first food banks was created in Detroit and is now a model for most other foodbanks in North America. (see: Forgotten Harvest http://www.forgottenharvest.org/; Focus Hope )
7. Domestic violence is a big problem here.
8. There's a huge split between people who live on the East Side and people who live on the West side, so much so that someone told a story about two Detroiters meeting in Vietnam, discovering they were from the mid-west, from Michigan, and from Detroit. When the question arose of what side they were from, they discovered it was from opposite sides, and they WALKED AWAY FROM EACH OTHER in disgust. How bizaare!!
There's more and I'll come back to it at a later date.
Some of the things I learned:
1. The population of Metro Detroit is upwards of 85% black (African-American for you PC types. Although I really think this name should be changed. I'll go into that another time.), with the rest being caucasian, bengali and middle-eastern.
2. There are some pretty amazing houses in the richer areas of town.
3. The public school we visited had one science teacher who taught every student in the school (all 600+ of them) for one hour a week. She had 27 classes and no prep time! And there's no toilet paper in the school. Who runs a school with no toilet paper? Each of the class room doors is locked from the inside too.
4. There is some absolutely amazing redevelopment going on in Detroit. New loft spaces, business districts, community organizations.
5. I've never seen so many abandoned buildings in my life. Detroit's population went from 1.6 million in the Metro Detroit area in the 1940s or so to less than 1 million today, leaving a lot of unused housing to rot and decay.
6. One of the first food banks was created in Detroit and is now a model for most other foodbanks in North America. (see: Forgotten Harvest http://www.forgottenharvest.org/; Focus Hope )
7. Domestic violence is a big problem here.
8. There's a huge split between people who live on the East Side and people who live on the West side, so much so that someone told a story about two Detroiters meeting in Vietnam, discovering they were from the mid-west, from Michigan, and from Detroit. When the question arose of what side they were from, they discovered it was from opposite sides, and they WALKED AWAY FROM EACH OTHER in disgust. How bizaare!!
There's more and I'll come back to it at a later date.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Near and Faaaaaar
A three weeks ago we went down to A's home town to visit with his son M. A spent lots of time repairing and installing things at his mother's house while I wiped up drool, spit up and baby poo. Oh yeah, high times are here again!! M and I bonded. It was good.
We humans do the funniest things at our different levels of development along this journey of life. And we are fascinated by the strangest of things as well. M's fascination? My belly. As he sat in my lap he would faceplant into my belt buckle (which says love on it) and then sit up again. Repeat. Same when I was wearing the pyjama pants with the tie. Faceplant. sit up. faceplant. sit up. repeat ad nauseum. As he did this, A and I would say Near......Far......Near.....Far. He could have done that for hours if it wasn't for his need to be changed or fed. I took some photos of him the best of which he's wearing a blue onesie coated in spit up and with a look on his face that matches his father's when he's had a little too much to drink....Ah genetics, isn't it wonderful?
We humans do the funniest things at our different levels of development along this journey of life. And we are fascinated by the strangest of things as well. M's fascination? My belly. As he sat in my lap he would faceplant into my belt buckle (which says love on it) and then sit up again. Repeat. Same when I was wearing the pyjama pants with the tie. Faceplant. sit up. faceplant. sit up. repeat ad nauseum. As he did this, A and I would say Near......Far......Near.....Far. He could have done that for hours if it wasn't for his need to be changed or fed. I took some photos of him the best of which he's wearing a blue onesie coated in spit up and with a look on his face that matches his father's when he's had a little too much to drink....Ah genetics, isn't it wonderful?
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