Tuesday, March 2, 2010

let the spring begin!

The winter Olympics are over, finally. 2 weeks seems a long time, yet it also seems like it goes by quickly. Memories of gold medals and other such accomplishments will slowly fade from our memories, much like way the snow melts into the grass. Canada really got into the games - people are talking about the hockey final, and other accomplishments. It seems everyone knows someone who knew someone who used to live next door to the uncle of so-and-so at the Olympics. I didn't know anyone, but apparently, the gold-medal winning ice-dance pair from Canada used to train at a facility not far from where I live. I'm not sure how many degrees of separation that makes it...

I felt proud to be a Canadian, but I can't get the thought out of my mind about the cost of the games. Billions, I'm sure. It's lovely to see countries coming together like this, but the truth is, it's a rich-person's interest. of all the billions of dollars spent on the Olympics, I can't help but wonder how even a fraction of this could be used to help rehabilitate a place like Haiti, or countless other places around the world that in need of some kind of aid. I'm trying not to be cynical here. I did enjoy the games. I just wish the extravagance could somehow be put to a productive use.

One final note about the games... someone sent me a link from a newspaper in the US. The writer has some... well... interesting ... things to say about the Vancouver Winter Olympics. I realize he's trying to cause a stir. I'll say no more, just post this:

http://www.star-telegram.com/2010/02/28/2003874/in-these-olympics-canadians-only.html

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

there is no stage 5

my favourite canadian author - Paul Quarrington - died last week at the age of 56. he was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer last May, and was given a year to live. i saw an interview with him after the diagnosis - he knew it was bad, and he said matter-of-factly: there is no stage 5. rather than lie in bed and wait to die, he followed his passions. not only was he a writer (novels, nonfiction, screenplays), he was a musician. he organized a tour for his band and recorded an album with them. then he started a new book.

i was lucky enough to meet him twice. first at a book festival 8 or 9 years ago. i thought i was going to hear him read from his latest book, but instead, he stood on stage with a guitar and sang songs about fishing. later, at the book signing, i pulled out two of my fave Quarrington novels and asked him to sign them. he wrote little notes - even doodled a small picture in my books, which i pulled off the shelf upon learning of his death. i'll re-read these at some point. i also gave him a copy of a book in which a short story i wrote was published. it's a collection of poetry and prose about ice hockey - which i knew was a passion of his. he flipped through the book, and seemed thankful for the freebie.

his writing is clever and witty, without pretense; when i read his books, i always think that if i became a writer, i'd like to write in a similar way. i'm going to recommend two novels. my favourite of his is one called "Home Game", which is about circus freaks who live on the outskirts of a town. one of the local churches wants to get rid of the circus, and they all decide that they'll play a game of baseball - the church against the circus - if the church wins, they leave. if the circus wins, they get to stay. the second novel is called "Whale Music", and it was later made into a film. it's about a reclusive former rock star (a la brian wilson) who lives by the ocean. he spends his time in his basement studio writing music for whales. a wonderful film and novel.

rip PQ

Saturday, January 23, 2010

resurrection

just a little test blog. i thought about adding to my old blog, but then i thought perhaps a new blog is in order. so here it is! more to come....!