Friendliness

Since I got home from Offshore, I’ve noticed a big difference in friendliness between strangers in North America and strangers in other countries.  Perhaps those of you who have travelled outside the continent, especially to developing countries, can relate.

Here, people are strangers and are very content to remain that way.  There is no eye contact as you walk down the street, no one smiles at anyone else, and they certainly do not say hello.  Usually when someone does that it means that they want something: I am smiled at and greeted by the people who are asking for money or for me to support their cause (we have lots of that in Victoria).  Smiling back only seems to encourage them and I’ve found myself cornered on occasion by people wanting money.  So much for being friendly.  There were a few people panhandling who I used to pass every day on the bank run when I worked downtown and we would smile in greeting and there were no expectations.  That, however, seems to be unusual.  Why is it that a smile often ends in guilt even though I may truly have no money to give right now (my wallet is empty…).  I smile because I want to acknowledge their existence as a human being and I am unusual because of this.

Contrast that with a place like Fiji where everyone smiles all the time and says “Bula” (Fijian all-purpose greeting) constantly to everyone they pass on the street.  People who are asking for money do so with no expectations and are cheerful about it, whether or not you have anything to give them.  In many of these places, not smiling at people you meet in the street is a social faux pas – the complete opposite to here.  There is really no such thing as a stranger in a place like this, only people you have not talked with yet.  And there is no fear of saying hi to people you have never met.  Great experiences are had as a result.  There are many things we would not have done and many things we would not have experienced on Offshore were it not for the kindness of “strangers” we randomly met.  Strangers who soon became friends.

And we call ourselves the “developed” world?  It is unfortunate that people in developing countries want to gain a lifestyle like we have.  They think that they will be happier.  In truth, some of the happiest people I have met are those with nothing but what they need for today.  Forget the need for a bigger house, a second car, a flashier TV or computer.  That isn’t happiness and doesn’t bring happiness.  Happiness is living today well and being living with what you have, even if it isn’t much.  It is being with friends and family and not needing to one-up them in material goods or stories but enjoying their company.  It is enjoying life.  Just a thought.

From Class 4 to ID

I took my class 4 knowledge test today.  It is required for work and is what you need to drive passenger vehicles up to 10 people, ambulances, taxies, handy-dart, and the like.  I’ve already driven the work van, so I’m not sure what the big deal is.

I was worried it was going to be a difficult test because the book is a million pages long and there is a lot in there that has absolutely no application to me so I wasn’t really all that interested in reading it.  I read through the book twice (falling asleep during the second reading this morning) and then walked over to the closest ICBC centre this afternoon to take it.

It was easy.  I didn’t even need the 35 alloted questions before I had the 28 right answers… although the huge glaring red screen every time I got a wrong answer was somewhat disturbing.  It makes me wonder how easy it actually is to get a license here in BC?

Next up, the road test sometime in January.  Until then, I have a yellow piece of paper as my license.  This sucks somewhat because the only time I ever get IDd is when I have I have a temp license; it never happens when I have the plastic one with my picture, only when I have that cursed yellow piece of paper.  Makes me wonder if I should start carrying my passport around?

What I’m Listening To: Christmas/Advent

I left the house today!  I decided to walk down to the local mall to pick up a few things and to get some exercise after not leaving the house at all yesterday.  Before I went, I took the opportunity to update my mp3 player to get some Christmas music on there for the walk.

After all of my griping about Christmas carols and how much I don’t want to hear more cheesy music about shepherds and angels, I began to listen nearly exclusively to Christmas music this week (CBC radio still makes up the other bit of my listening). Since my tastes are so picky, you may rightly ask what on earth am I listening to? Wonder no more, here is what is on shuffle in iTunes at the moment (in no particular order):

  • Jars of Clay‘s Christmas Songs. This is pretty much my sole shout out to a Christian band’s take on Christmas because, at the risk of being repetitive, I often find them a little cheesy. However, I like Jars of Clay’s arrangements of some classic Christmas stuff and they have a couple of my favourites on there like Gabriel’s Message and In the Bleak Midwinter.
  • I’ve been on a Bruce Cockburn kick for the last number of months now, so its not really much of a surprise that I like his Christmas album, simply titled Christmas. He has the Huron Carol on there, in (I’m assuming because I can’t understand a word of it) the original language, plus a number of other carols in other languages. Despite his periodic mumbling sound, it’s Bruce. Enough said.
  • At the mall I foolishly walked into a music store.  There I discovered that Loreena McKennitt has a full length Christmas album out called A Midwinter Night’s Dream. So I got it. I’ve been listening to her Christmas EP, Winter Garden for a few years now, so it is nice to have a longer album. It is her usual with crazy cool instruments and beautiful voice. 
  • A new find, but certain to become a favourite, is Advent Songs by Sojourn, apparently a church in Kentucky. Most are new songs, although there are some new arrangements of classics. I don’t normally go for new Christmas songs either (picky, aren’t I?), but there are a few which have already gone on repeat several times and I’m working on figuring out a couple on guitar. That has to count for something! I know this is one I’ll be listening to for the next couple years and possibly even outside of Christmas time. 
  • I grew up listening to The Roger Whittaker Christmas Album, on LP every Christmas from St. Nick’s in Beaconsfield to Christmas on Bleecker. It is now embedded in my consciousness and no Christmas is complete without it.
  • I have enjoyed Steve Bell‘s music for awhile now, and love his Christmasy album, The Feast of Seasons, especially Ready My Heart, The Angel Gabriel, and Coventry Carol. I say Christmasy because there are some songs that have a Christmas or Advent feel to them and others which don’t, yet fit all the same.  It is Steve doing what he does best
  • Jen kindly pointed out another classic that I believe we also had on LP and listened to without end.  I have indeed been listening to a certain Christmas Album by the wonderful Boney M because again, Christmas would not be complete without it (and I need to have a little crazy 80s music going on at times).

Enjoy.  I have been.

[un]productivity

All in all, a most productive day:

  • Laundry
  • Bake and eat cookies
  • Leave the house
  • Eat leftover pizza
  • Read a chapter of “Driving Commercial Vehicles”
  • Laze in pjs for hours
  • Nap
  • Organize piles of paper in room
  • Rearrange bookshelf
  • Sit in front of TV pretending study
  • Update layout and colour scheme of blog
Only two things left to accomplish…

I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas

Starting to feel a little better this morning – I didn’t get woken up by the phone to cover a shift so I slept in a whole half hour.  Then I sat it bed for an hour and decided that I needed to get on with things.

So Christmas music is now playing, really for the first time.  Maybe thats been my problem, I just needed to get some serious Christmas music going: of the good kind (no sappy carols yet.  Perhaps I’ll play the How the Grinch Stole Christmas…)

And I had leftover homemade pizza for breakfast.  On reflection, maybe my mood is entirely due to the pizza. 

I’m also trying not to look outside as that will almost dampen my spirits.

In the Bleak Midwinter (Advent #2)

Warning: random collection of thoughts.
Today is the second Sunday of Advent.

I went to St. Andrew’s Catholic Cathedral for Lessons and Carols this week. It was the first time I’d been inside of that beautiful building. One of the carols they sang is, for some reason, a favourite of mine. It is not one of the more popular carols and the first verse doesn’t seem to have much to do Christmas other than snow (which we don’t even get in Victoria).

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.


– words by Christina Rossetti

I love the carols that are a slightly minor key (O Come, O Come Emmanuel) or are about things other than wisemen and shepherds, angels and cute babies. Not that there is anything wrong with angels and wisemen, I just seem to get tired of those much sooner than I do the other ones.  The carols I am constantly drawn to are the old English ones like the Sussex, Coventry, and Wessex Carols. The minor ones like O Come O Come Emmanuel, Ready My Heart, Come Thou Long Expected Jesus, and In the Bleak Midwinter. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they didn’t get sung over and over in Christmas Pagents when I was a kid. Maybe it is the lyrics. 
There is something about the mystery of anticipation that is attractive and in the advent carols it rings loud and clear. This attraction is the reason I love advent so much. If we always had everything figured out, there would be no need to have a period of anticipation and expectation to “Ready our hearts for the birth of Emmanuel.” But we need the time to prepare.  And we don’t know what to expect.  Each year brings new surprises and new events (as the last week in politics has shown us…) to challenge us.  We have this gift of time to prepare; lets not be caught unawares.

Bah, Humbug

I visited a mall yesterday for the first time in ages.  It was a bit of a shock to see Santa’s village set up with the elves for taking pictures and then, around the corner, to see a gift wrapping table.  Although I’m not sure why I was so surprised, it being December and all.

I’ve been getting into the mood of advent; the anticipation, expectation, and preparation, but I’m not yet ready for Christmas.  I’m especially not ready for big Christmas trees, pop singers singing the latest and greatest mix of Christmas songs, and gifts everywhere.  I feel a bit like a grinch at times.  Can’t we dial back the Christmas cheer and spend some more time in reflection on what this season really means?
I am less excited by the little baby born in a manger in Bethlehem than I am by the thought of that little baby’s life and teaching and eventual return.  Advent means the coming of a notable person, thing, or event.  I would much rather celebrate that Christ has come, Christ has risen, and that Christ will come again than celebrate a fat man in a red suit.

On My Bookshelf

I paid a visit to the local library last week and took out a large number of books.  It seems that when I get fixated on a subject, I tend to read as much as I can about that topic.  Recently, it has been Central Asia, an area of the world I have had a fascination with for the last two years or so.  I think it may have something to do with my time on China’s Tibetan Plateau in 2006 (here, here, here, and here), an area very much linked with Central Asia; almost more so than theties with the dominant Han culture.  Plain and simple, I want to go back and explore more of the region.
The book I’m currently reading is called Tournament of Shadows: The Great Game and the Race for Empire in Central Asia.  It is weighty tome of over 600 pages.  I didn’t know it was that big when I ordered it from the library.  But it covers in quite an interesting way, the history of the European conquest, if one may call it that, of South and Central Asia and the race which emerged between the English and the Russians to control the area.  One could say that this era, beginning in the 1700’s, foreshadowed the Cold War of last century.  There is intrigue and espionage, adventure and bravery, foolhardiness, cultural and religious explanations (Think Kipling’s book Kim).  All in all, it is most interesting.
One thing I have found interesting is the names of places in countries like Afghanistan that prior to a few years ago would have been fairly obscure.  Now place names like Kabul, Kandahar, Jalalabad, and Ahmadabad are widely recognized.  It is enlightening to read about how these towns were two – three centuries ago and how the roots of what happened then is playing out now.  

Fizzle, Poof

And just like that, a little announcement of prorogation has caused last weekend’s biggest news story to all but disappear. congratulations to Harper to hanging onto power for another two months and “sucks to be us” to the rest of Canada as now have no government sitting in the next two months. Effectively this means that we had no helpful economic stimuli announced by the government before Christmas and we will not be seeing anything for two whole months now until the House sits again at the end of January/beginning of February. *Sigh.* Time to check on my investment portfolio.