Sunday, September 30, 2007

Palestinian-style Hummus! Yay!

I've been meaning to do this since the beginning of Ramadan and keep flaking, and so here is your first ever One Female Canuck recipe! I'm terribly excited as cooking relaxes me and so this virtual edge provides me a second avenue to enjoy the kitchen...

I've chosen a very simple recipe to start, a 'dish' with which you're all quite familiar: Hummus! Yay! (Not just 'Hummus' but rather 'Hummus! YaY!')

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In order for you to enjoy this, I'm going to recommend you start off by making a very small amount (a bowl-full) and then tweaking it to suit your taste. Some of you will find that you like it with more lemon, less garlic, more salt, whatever...the choice is yours, consider the following as some guidelines and have fun playing!

Ingredients for Hummus! Yay!
1/2 cup fresh chick-peas
1 fresh lemon
3 tablespoons tahini
1 tooth of garlic
salt

& for garnish: parsley, cumin & olive oil

THAT'S IT! (Bet you're surprised.)

Means to Hummus! Yay!
Smush the chick-peas until they're super smooth! Consider using a purée-ing machine, whatever that may be.
Squeeze into the smushed and super smooth chick-pea thing the lemon & eagle-eye that no seeds fall in!
Then the garlic!
Finally the tahini!
Salt to your liking! YAY!

Really: Make certain that all items are totally mushed together and the mixture as smooth as possible!

Spoon it into a nice little bowl and flatten the top!

Garnish it with olive oil (I made a little hole in the middle, below the parsley, and filled it with olive oil), cumin and parsley!

OR

In a little bit of butter, fry up some pine nuts and pour them over the Hummus! Yay! if you're looking for a really traditional way to eat this treat. If you opt for this means to Hummus! Yay!, then don't add the olive oil as a garnish (only the cumin and the parsley, please).

Serve with much pita bread, a winning smile and a very big heart!

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Hummus! Yay!

(Tell me how it tastes, please.)

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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Quote of this day

"Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment, and especially on their children, than the unlived life of the parents."
- Carl Jung (I love this man!)

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Hurrah!

Right. So last week I was awarded an Instant Prize of monetary value at work - this was given to me by our Deputy Chief Information Officer (Deputy CIO) as thanks for my astonishingly nerdy work on a particular Portfolio.

Based on that, our Big Cheese Head Honcho Director General / CIO (BCHHDGCIO) and Deputy CIO asked me to be the Branch Coordinator for the 2007 Government of Canada Workplace Charitable Campaign (we have the largest Branch at my Department, comprising nearly 1000 employees)...which means I've been dealing with the Bigger Cheese Even Higher Head Honcho Assistant to the Deputy Minister (BCEHHHADM).

Today, the BCEHHHADM sent me a really lovely email in which they complimented me on my "fearlessly firm" approach. This is a very big deal and I am very pleased with myself.

Even though am swamped and exhausted and buried in work both for my division and for the Campaign, your BlogMistress is glowing...(Alhamdullilah).

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Keep your eyes on

Burma (the demonstrations yesterday ended in the death of one Monk) & Gaza (eleven Palestinian 'militants' - usually a title bestowed upon any opposing the actions of the State of Israel - killed yesterday & today. If history has taught us anything, it's that Israel will likely undertake a full-out assault on the Gaza Strip very very soon).

And remember that silence = complicity.

As you listen to the spin of the news - the free press that once served as a check and a challenge to the acts of a truly democratic government has now become the arm of all Sovereigns, and therefore representing all claims to self-determination as terrorist in nature - remember this following poem by, perhaps, one of the most powerful poets of our time Wislawa Szymborska.

In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself
The buzzard never says it is to blame.
The panther wouldn't know what scruples mean.
When the piranha strikes, it feels no shame.
If snakes had hands, they'd claim their hands were clean.

A jackal doesn't understand remorse.
Lions and lice don't waver in their course.
Why should they, when they know they're right?

Though hearts of killer whales may weigh a ton,
in every other way they're light.

On this third planet of the sun
among the signs of bestiality
a clear conscience is Number One.

Aside: If the above poem is how you always magically perceive your actions, then you need to take a closer look at what you've become and where you're headed.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Mmmm-mmmm

I am going to break fast over a Starbucks no-fat, no-foam grande latte this evening, Inshallah. I'm so excited!!

The otherwise taken for granted, become such treasured pleasures...

(Even I envy me at the moment.)

Monday, September 24, 2007

Al-Sahar

'Al-Sahar' = Dawn
'Tasahur' / 'yitsa7ar' = Eating at dawn

Another tradition most of you would enjoy immensely during Ramadan is 'tasahur', which is the Arabic word describing the meal taken right before dawn (when fasting begins). During Ramadan, different customs take over in different parts of the Muslim world. For example, in most of the Middle East, you'll find the streets overflowing with families and friends heading out to eat at restaurants between 3.30 and 4 am. In Gaza, and due only to circumstance, families will eat together at home and listen to the radio (when they have electricity).

This specific time of day - when dawn breaks - Muslims believe to be unique. I'm uncertain as to whether this is lore or religion, but I do believe in the spirit world and so understand that there are things entirely beyond my comprehension; I believe that the significance of this time, is one of those things.

It's said that dawn is when the spirit world is most palpable to us in this world. (1) Prayers at this time are encouraged and it's only at this time that visions (the Arabic 'ru'ya' = the English 'vision', which is not to be confused with the Arabic 'hilm' = the English 'dream') are received. (2)

The last time I was in Gaza for Ramadan, this was also the time that Israel would drop the most bombs. Against my family's wishes, I would go to the rooftop with my sweet mint tea and watch the light show courtesy of Israel. I felt I owed it to those being murdered...it was all I could do...I would sit there, usually with tears in my eyes thinking of how blessed we were to be given another day of fasting while others who'd prepared their 'tasahur' never had a chance to enjoy the triumph of one more day making a reality this particular gift to God. (3)

Seedo was the only one who would be able to pull me back inside, and so everyone knew this, respected it and left us alone. Without saying anything to me, he'd come to the rooftop, open the door and I would go downstairs with him. He'd kiss me before I went back to bed, always taking my tea cup to the kitchen for me...

The next time you wake up anywhere between 4am and 5.30am, know that you're waking up with thousands of Muslims in North America eating and having their morning coffee and tea in preparation for their daily fast. Also: Be thankful that you're alive.

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(1) So then the spirit world has EST and Mountain Time? No...I think this means that wherever you are located geographically and in this dimension you can sense the spiritual world most when you are within the time frame of dawn. Anyway, the initial question is perhaps moot as it presupposes that the spiritual world runs on the same schedule of 'time' as we do, and this is a question we'll never be able to answer.

Seriously, yo, even Hawkings won't deny the possiblity of something beyond us, so open your mind a little bit...

(2) I'll eventually discuss the deep tradition of 'vision' interpretation in Islam which dates back to the Prophet.

(3) Because for all of the logic and reason behind fasting, the true reason for it remains unknown - it is the one pillar within Islam that God asks us to do for Him and Him alone. The 'reasons' given are all interpretations, possibilities, potential; a reflection of the human mind's endless need to answer the question: 'Why?'

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

Interfaith Fast to End the Occupation of Iraq

Someone's just posted this to my comments section. I'm pulling it up to the front because I think it's an excellent initiative and I don't want it to go unnoticed.

Wherever you may find yourself on the 7th of October, consider supporting this, most especially if you're in the United States. Unfortunately, if you're looking for an event outside of the US, their system won't allow you to enter anything but a US zip code, so it's best that you contact them at skoshy@ncccusa.org to ask for information pertaining to events outside of the US.

Pass this information on to your own friends / blogs / facebook listings / list serves / communities / families etc...

Thank you very much to the individual who posted this - make yourself known...names here are welcome!

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Breaking fast in the Ottawa area – a taste of the experience

I’ve received several emails asking me where / how one could experience this with Muslims if they’re not currently living in a Muslim country, or if they don’t have any Muslim friends. The simplest thing to do is to call your local Mosque and find out if there are any programs / initiatives that would allow you to do precisely this.

In Ottawa, the Turkish community has opened their doors to anyone interested in breaking fast with a Muslim family. An absolutely brilliant idea in my opinion because it gives people an opportunity to learn about Islam and see that – contrary to popular opinion – we’re just ordinary people who eat really well and spend a lot of family and community time during this one particular month.

If you are too shy to do this but are still interested in seeing the hubbub that surrounds breaking fast, then I encourage you to take a walk over to Shawarma Palace at 464 Rideau Street on any given night at around 6.30pm. Breaking fast is at around 7pm and so the line up is already firmly established at this point.

Once you reach the counter, the owners (Muslims themselves and only serving hallal food) will be mitwasyeen feekum, which is an Arabic expression meaning that someone has told them to look out for ‘you’ and they’re taking extra special care to do so, in the spirit of Ramadan.

In this instance and because it’s Ramadan, they have placed on their counter top fresh dates and the plates they give you are, quite literally, overflowing with food. It is customary tradition that Muslims break fast with a date and a glass of milk, as I believe this was the habit of our Prophet.

You’ll be surrounded by Muslims of each variety breaking fast together beneath pictures of Lebanon and listening to Arabic music. Although a small place, they have the best Shawarma in Ottawa and the experience itself is golden.

I recommend a chicken shawerma plate - make certain to take your appetite because you’ll surely need it.

To Colleen: Today you’ve decided to fast with the rest of the Muslim world, even though you’re not a Muslimah. You’re in my prayers and your hunger is shared, my friend.

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Text messaging not working

My mobile's text messaging viewer isn't working.
If you've sent me a text message over the last two days, please let me know either by calling me (my voice mail is working) or sending me an email.

Likely, as soon as the service is up again, I'll receive the ones sent my way in a delayed format - this happened once before, so it's not such a big deal.

Will update as soon as all's well...

Friday, September 21, 2007

The photos thread...

The following are some choice photos from the last few weeks. Enjoy!

This is where I like to breakfast on either Saturdays or Sundays. That's Lulu and next to her on the bench is Anne, who I met the morning I took this photo. We had a pretty interesting conversation about women, the way we're being portrayed and the feel of the 'feminist movement' in 2007. Anne pulled out the recent American Apparel ads, indicating how shocked she was to see them...because they're basically nothing short of porn shots trying to sell cotton clothing.
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The sun setting over Gaza. I took this photo the last time I visited, and getting this shot proved to be quite the production as my uncle and I were faced with a wedding procession and so couldn't find a place for me to take it. Luckily, we managed to get out from behind the group and take this photo. That same evening, I took photos of different beautiful shots in Gaza and my uncle was later 'contacted' by the local Gaza whatever-the-hell-they-really-are spy agency requesting he go in and speak to them about the "7urma" (a derogatory term referring to women) who was taking photos of Gaza. Phone calls were made to the higher-ups indicating who I was, who my father and grandfather were and what my intentions had been (the shame of it all,r eally!) and my uncle didn't have to go in. Disgusting.
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This was a substance leeking out from a tree I ride past at least four times a week. I finally got off of Lulu and touched the thing - only to discover it felt like a marshmallow that had been left outside over night. I still have no idea what it is and so if any of you can offer a response, that would be great...
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The field that Lulu and I hang out at and where I like to read on the weekends. There's a gaggle of trees nearby that play broken telephone with the ocean. I took this shot because I couldn't believe how fast the summer's flown by and what had been vibrantly green the days before was turning this soft shade of yellow...
field with Lulu

Aalya had spent a better part of the evening preparing paella for us; one with chicken and one with pork sausage. The evening itself was hilariously filled with discussions and challenges about / to pop-culture, celebrity influence, religious adornments and popular cellists.
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These statues are by the NAC in Ottawa. I usually sit beneath them close to the water and watch the local boat tours fill up with tourists. The view isn't all that great, but the people watching is.
statue by NAC

At Di & Pierer's wedding, the following are the photos of the table I helped set. I did it all by myself (!) and had a ton of fun letting the newlyweds relax before our ten-hour day began. The ceremony had taken place the evening prior and this was the day of the open-house. Di had been tied up with her wedding, her brother's wedding on the East coast and her brother in law's wedding on the West coast for the two months leading up to this day. Pierre and her were leaving for their honeymoon less that 48 hours later and it was our only time together in much too long. This same night, Di & I managed to steal out of the party for some alone time over a coffee. It was a beautiful day and an even more precious coffee time...
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No one was allowed to bring wedding presents and so I purchased for Di's art room this little lamp. Look at how sparkly and glittery it is! (Pierre was most excited about the beading...)
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And this is the bride. Beautiful.
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At one point during the day, I had to sit in the quiet room and relax without the noise. I'd had a relatively tough night the evening prior and you can see how exhausted I was...but the dress is still pretty.
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I don't really know what to tell you about this window, except that I fell in love with it immediately. The frame, the history and the sounds of the trees that filter through it take you out of Ottawa and into someplace...French, it would seem.
Di and Pierre Window

A little something I took at a poetry / live music evening in protest of the CSIS Security Certificates
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One afternoon, I accidentally ran into this parade and managed a few shots (I think it was Caribanna, pardon my spelling if I got it wrong)
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Some glam shots of Lulu
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It was N's birthday recently, and here she is front and centre
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...at the party no one was as excited to have their picture taken as L
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...except E, who lovingly flipped me the bird as I pointed and clicked
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...and once again L & I, both of whom will rush toward any camera within a ten km radius
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The day that N & I went riding at Captiva farms, I made her re-pose so I could take the following "And here she was signing her life away form..." shot
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which was taken right before I found this animal. I shot it because I didn't know what it was...a lamb? (It looks as surprised by me as I was by it...and listen: if it's not a chicken or a horse or a pig, I'm not that great at figuring out what else it could be...)
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...and our leader Graig, who should have been at the back of the line but somehow managed to trust N & I enough to leave us on our own. I eventually left the group and ran back to Ottawa with my horse. (I still haven't found N!)
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A day in the Byward Market with mama found me taking these shots
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...before mama took this one-and-only-I-love-my-curly-hair shot of me as we waited to have dinner at the NAC
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And finally: The Girls while T was in town. This is her condo that overlooks the Byward and this is all of us:
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...where I found the world's most precious Crack closet
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...and we compared Crack
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Et voilà , c'est tout pour aujourd'hui! (All photo sets can be found here, if you're really curious to see all other shots...)

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Thursday, September 20, 2007

The bling bling of the mobile camera

And He said LET THERE BE AN ENTRY WITH MAHA'S PHOTOS!

It's coming...I promise...

I'm bored. You?

I've been doing at least five crosswords a day. It's good fun and aimed at helping me overcome my natural inclination to Stupid.

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Quote of this day

"If one cannot prove that a thing is, he may try to prove that it is not. And if he succeeds in doing neither (as often occurs), he may still ask whether it is in his interest to accept one or the other of the alternatives hypothetically, from the theoretical or the practical point of view. …Hence the question no longer is as to whether perpetual peace is a real thing or not a real thing, or as to whether we may not be deceiving ourselves when we adopt the former alternative, but we must act on the supposition of its being real."
- Immanuel Kant (I think this quote, and my former entry on Belief vs. Proof tie well into Kant's Critique of Pure Reason - even though the above is from his The Science of Right, the full text of which can be found here. Kant has always rocked my world, even with his weird then-fashionable-hairdo.)

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Books read these last few weeks

As promised, here's a list of the books I've had the pleasure of reading this past month. I've already said elsewhere that books to me are like oxygen, so don't be surprised by the amount of reading I do on a regular basis.

Can You Keep A Secret?
- Sophie Kinsella

Essential Rumi
- Jalal al-Din Rumi & Al Coleman Barks

Even Angels Ask: A Journey to Islam in America
- Jeffrey Lang

Fidel: A Critical Portrayal
- Tad Szulc

Getting Over It
- Anna Maxted

Journey of The Soul: The Story of Hai bin Yaqzan
- Abu Bakr Muhammed bin Tufail & Riad Kocache

Losing My Religion: A Call for Help
- Jeffrey Lang

Madness & Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason
- Michel Foucault

Mecca & Main Street: Muslim Life in American after 9/11
- Geneive Abdo

On Beauty
- Zadie Smith

Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of A Continent
- Eduardo Galeano

Out of Africa
- Isak Dinesen

She Came to Stay
- Simone de Beauvoir

The Divided West
- Jurgen Habermas

The God Delusion
- Richard Dawkins

The Lives of Girls & Women
- Alice Munro

The Power of Humility: Choosing Peace Over Conflict In Relationships
- Charles Whitfield, Barbara Whitfield, Russell Park & JeneanePrevatt

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

CBC

Has just contacted me to see if I would be a part of their Friday morning panel discussion re provincial elections. As I've not been paying attention to these elections, I've declined.

If any of you who I regularly speak politics with via email think that you would be interested, please ping me via email. They've asked me to recommend a name, and although I have a couple in mind, I'd rather you put your name forward before I do.

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Belief vs. Proof

I’ve recently learned not to confuse the two when thinking about God. In so far as the way we define “proof”, there is none for His existence. Perhaps more importantly is that there will never be such proof in this life.

No one today can tell you for certain whether God exists. Most of us believe he exists, but none of us have proof. Equally so, no one has proof to the contrary.

Philosophically speaking, to have proof would render the choice to Believe useless because then we would have no choice but to Believe. (It’s like staring at the sun – you can’t deny it exists and so your ‘belief’ in it is nothing more than an acknowledgement of what you actually witness on a daily basis.) If we had proof that He didn’t exist, then we would be fools to Believe.

I don’t mind saying that the day someone proves to me that God does not exist is the day I’ll stop Believing. (Dawkins tried but he offered neither new insights nor new arguments.)

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I used to think that there was maybe proof in The Quran.(1) Recently, I am realizing, at a very rapid pace, that there really is none. There are interesting allusions to greater knowledge (considering the Quran made it’s appearance 1400 years ago) discovered only this century, but there is no clear evidence or proof as defined here:

sci•en•tif•ic: [sahy-uh n-tif-ik]
.1. of or pertaining to science or the sciences
.2. occupied or concerned with science
.3. regulated by or conforming to the principles of exact science
.4. systematic or accurate in the manner of an exact science

…which has absolutely nothing to do with Belief or Faith, a common mistake made by many on both sides of the question.

I hear Muslims repeat over and over that within Islam is ‘proof’ that God exists. With all due respect – and this is something I have recently been forced to say to myself: This is complete nonsense. I say that I look around me and see order and so believe in God. I look around me and think about the concept of ‘creation’ and I believe in God. I am incapable of ‘creating’ and so rationally link that back to my belief that something greater than me exists and from which I came. Further to this point is my personal belief that I can not possibly comprehend what I can never execute: creation. We can clone and we can split atoms, but we can not create an atom from scratch, nor can we create anything without possessing the composite of it as it already exists elsewhere.

But…within none of these thoughts is there proof of His existence. What there is, is one individual’s rational and very personal process to answer the Question most (if not all) of us struggle with at some point in our lives.

This rational process is time and again reinforced in the Quran when readers are challenged to “reflect” on their surroundings and “see” the signs as the pointers to God’s existence. When read clearly, it’s actually a dare more than anything. The point here is that the reader is nowhere asked to devise scientific evidence to prove His existence. Not surprising, this too is the same process that would make one a non-Believer.

It’s precisely the choice and the freedom inherent within making that choice that renders Belief much more poignant and worthy to the Believer.

Another situation one may confuse is experience with knowledge. Speaking for myself, I can say that I have experienced profoundly moving circumstance that have furthered my Belief in Him. To others, such experiences could be perceived as nothing more than a Believer’s over active imagination simply because they want it so much. Either way, no one has proof.

To make certain of this, the above distinction also speaks to three key points that can be found in most traditions and which I’ll briefly touch on from the Islamic perspective: (1) egalitarianism, (2) free will, and (3) humility.

First: egalitarianism. None of us knows for certain and so we are all starting from the same point; no one holding an advantage (proof) over the other. I don’t know anymore than you do, and vice versa. If one of us held ‘proof’, that would indicate an advantage in the make up of humans, rendering the concept of egalitarianism here null and void.

Second: free will. If I am forced or am programmed to do something…if I have no choice in the matter, then the act itself is – arguably – meaningless.

Muslims believe that this life is quite simply a gateway to the next world. It is in this world that one’s character is formed and tested. If you were to consider the finish line of a marathon, then the months – and sometimes years – of training are working to condition your body and mind in an effort to reach your goal. For Muslims, this life is where we condition the spirit and resolve of who we are. Our ‘grades’ in the next life depend on how we do in this life.(2)

Third: humility. Were Believers to actually possess proof that God existed, I believe that the main component of ‘Faith’ would no longer be a part of our make-up: Humility. Humility that comes from acknowledging that we simply can not truly know, but even within that uncertainty (a place that can sometimes be terrifying) we still choose to believe. If we’re wrong, then so be it – nothing lost and nothing gained, because a true Believer’s behaviour should be rooted in conviction rather than coercion.

If right, then we got lucky…and we’ll see y’all in the afterlife.

Also. I’m hungry.

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(1) Over the last while, there has been a surge in “scientific evidence” within the Quran. Some of these items may speak to some while not to others, and even though they don’t offer ‘proof’, they are nonetheless deserving of attention and further reflection and investigation.

(2) And what of divine intervention? I don’t know the answer to that, but I do know that I pray for it on a regular basis, and as certain as I am of death, I too am certain that God has stepped in when I needed Him most.

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Sunday, September 16, 2007

Community & Faith: Breaking Fast

On the first evening of Ramadan, I broke fast with approximately 14 others. Last night, nine of us broke fast together, and tonight there will be anywhere between eight to ten of us breaking fast in the same home. I’d never reflected on this before until I thought of sharing this event. There is something deeply moving about the experience and I’m only just starting to make the greater connections. Please consider this entry a tentative start on the matter.

Within the Quran rests utter indivisibility between faith and good works. (This is a critical point in Islam, and it differentiates religion from secular humanism.) To grow within Islam, one must nurture and develop both of these aspects within the self. It is perhaps during this most important month for Muslims that one can see the reality of this. Were you to walk through the streets of any Muslim country, you would be met with the following…

Homes have in their front yards placed tables and tables of food, doors opened for anyone who wishes to step in and break fast at that location. There are no questions asked and no fees imposed; no one cares if you are fasting, no one knows how much money you have in your pocket, or what your name is and no one asks if you’re Muslim.

At all mosques the world over, local Muslim families donate food and drink (or money to this end) to feed those who choose to break fast in the mosque. Although this takes place in all mosques across the globe, it is perhaps in Saudi Arabia felt most profoundly because of the sheer numbers involved. At 'Masjid Al-Haram' - where the Kabaa is located – nightly, at least one million Muslims break fast together in the Masjid over dates and milk, then pray maghrib (the 4th prayer of the day) together before they sit together to chat, ending their time together praying isha (the 5th and final prayer of the day).

This serves as only one example of the message of unity in community repeated and so deeply rooted within the message of Islam.

Precisely because we’re not here discussing secular humanism, this then must go hand in hand with faith. For Muslims, this ‘unity’ is the reflection of God Himself. From Him everything comes and to Him everything returns. Every. Single. Thing.(1)

This unity may be better expressed as the 'Oneness' of God, within which rests a deeper message for those interested in hearing and reflecting: the Oneness of humankind. Malcolm X’s penetrating gaze saw and articulated it best: ”During the past eleven days here in the Muslim world, I have eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same glass and slept on the same rug -- while praying to the same God -- with fellow Muslims, whose eyes were the bluest of blue, whose hair was the blondest of blond, and whose skin was the whitest of white. And in the words and in the actions and in the deeds of the white Muslims, I felt the same sincerity that I felt among the black African Muslims of Nigeria, Sudan and Ghana."

"We were truly all the same (brothers) -- because their belief in one God had removed the white from their minds, the white from their behavior, and the white from their attitude."

"I could see from this that perhaps if white Americans could accept the Oneness of God, then perhaps too, they could accept in reality the Oneness of Man -- and cease to measure, and hinder, and harm others in terms of their differences in color."

As already mentioned, within the Quran rests the utter indivisibility between faith and good works. Further to this, and important to Muslims (of no consequence to those who are not) is that ”faith should inspire righteous deeds, which, in turn, should nurture a more profound experience of faith, which should incline one to greater acts of goodness, and so on, with each a function of the other, rising in a continuous increase.” (Even Angels Ask, Jeffrey Lang, 35-37.)

As Lang goes on to describe, following are some examples of universally recognized virtuous acts:
Showing compassion. (2:83; 2:215; 69:34)
Being merciful. (90:17)
Forgiving others. (42:37; 45:14; 64:14)
Being just. (4:58; 6:152; 16:90)
Protecting the weak. (4:127; 6:152)
Defending the oppressed. (4:75)
Acknowledging wisdom. (20:114; 22:54)
Being generous. (2:177; 23:60; 30:39)
Being truthful. (3:17; 33:24; 33:35; 49:15)
Being kind. (4:36)
Being peaceful. (8:61; 25:63; 47:35)
Loving others. (19:86)

The one glaringly obvious link between all of them is that in order for us to commit them and grow in virtue, we must bind ourselves - via these acts - to others. Our own sense of self is directly linked to humankind. For a Muslim, humankind is further linked to God. (As stated earlier: Within the Oneness of Him is the Oneness of humanity.)

To understand this more deeply, extend this example to the famed Sufi perspective on love: one does not truly love until they call to their other by calling to themselves. Essentially, one does not experience the fullness of love until one can see through the eyes of their lover and vice versa. Taken further, that means bringing into one’s own heart the pain and happiness and struggles of their partner. Experiencing love as the Oneness of the two, may be the fullest and deepest way to experience the love shared. No doubt challenging, but the rewards one-thousand fold gratifying.

For those who believe, raise your stakes this month and keep the above list with you – remind yourself to be patient and to make your heart bigger. Do it for yourself, for your faith, and for your community. The bigger your heart, the warmer your community, the better you will be. Always remember that your relationship to God is empowered and strengthened by your relationship with humanity, and vice versa.

To those who don’t believe, do the same, only for the sake of your brothers and sisters in humanity. Whether or not you believe that God exists, you can not deny that community remains…and community is a reflection of you. Render it healthy and find relief within the space you’ve nurtured.

Aside: In the next few entries, I’ll do my best to discuss the five pillars of Islam and the way each is both inward looking (intended to improve the individual) and outward looking (intended to improve the community). Naturally, to improve oneself offers a direct impact on the improvement of community.

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(1) So then the obvious question becomes: Why not cut out the middle-man (God)? As with everything, this is an option, obviously. But, for Muslims, the ‘middle-man’ is an inherent part of the equation. I’ll try my best to articulate how Muslims view this particular circumstance:

(a) One has the choice to either
Believe in the existence of God, thereby entering into a relationship with Him

Or

Not believe in His existence, thereby not engaging in that relationship.

(b) As a Muslim, you believe that God exists.

(c) This very belief naturally turns you towards God and makes you party to a relationship with God.

(d) The relationship with God is strengthened by your relationship with humankind, and vice versa.

Whereas a secular humanist would erase God from the above equation, a Muslim chooses to engage in that relationship instead.

The following example will make sense more to a Believer than a non-Believer because it presupposes the existence of God, but I’ll throw it out there anyway: An analogy to the relationship between wo/man and God is the relationship between child and parent.

That both child and parent are, doesn’t necessitate an engaged (if any) relationship. For the relationship to be it’s most successful, both parent and child need to face one another, embrace one another and live out the fullness and potential of the love shared and found within that relationship.

Muslims – at least my understanding of Islam and how I try to live my life – perceive the relationship between themselves and God as precisely this sort of a relationship. Furthermore, Muslims believe that God is always facing each individual, but the choice to reciprocate that rests solely with the individual in question. And as the Quran clearly states, there is no coercion in religion and so the movement to face God and enter into that relationship is one that must be done entirely by the freedom of choice possessed by the individuals themselves (and in fact, interestingly enough: the Quran indicates that most of humankind will turn away from this very relationship).

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Friday, September 14, 2007

ROCKY I, II & III

For the record: The best scenes in the first three Rocky films are the ones between Mickey & Rocky. Especially in Rocky I. They are poignant and speak to the relationships between men, between father and son, between friends.

One of the best scene stills to ever make cinematographic history is the final still in Rocky III when the camera freezes Apollo and Rocky lunging for one another. This may be a cliche, but that still is pure beauty in motion.

I know that Rocky speaks more to my generation than others; it also speaks more to men than women, but to those females who have yet to see this movie, or who have seen and chosen to ignore it...watch it once more because Rocky I may be one of the greatest love stories ever written.

And Balboa may just be as much your kind of man as he is mine. Equal parts fighter and protector, heart, devotion, loyalty, tenderness and humility.

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All Night Long

Because every once in a while it’s necessary for me to reinforce publicly the fact that I am a very big nerd.

When I was six years old, I choreographed for myself and all by myself a rockstar routine to Lionel Richie’s All Night Long. My parents’ friends used to come over and I would in Top Nerd Fashion inflict the complete a-little-under-three-minute-routine on them repeatedly.

There was one part where I would slink clinging to the wall, smiling at My Audience. Another part where I would do jumping jacks. And still a third part where I would (drum roll, please) lay on the floor and move – or so I thought - to the beat. I used to also sing along at the top of my lungs, pretending to carry a microphone – which, inevitably, was a most challenging part of my routine while I was laying on the ground.

My Audience would clap and Hurrah! once I was done and my mother would scoot me up to bed. There I would lie smiling in maniacal manner imagining the many conversation topics my routine had graciously given the members of My Audience, such as my natural instinct to get down.

I wish somebody had videotaped this…quite likely my parents were too embarrassed and worried about my mental health were I to bear witness to such incredibly humiliating behaviour as an adult.

Are you blushing on my behalf? You should be.

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The Shahada (a simple thought)

Note: Please don't misread the following as an expression of something mired in a patronizing tone. It is a sincere expression of me wishing for each individual peace. Naturally, where that peace will be found differs from one person to the next and you all know where I have found mine.


As with the months of Ramadan past, I usually take this time to focus on faith matters. So as to present a slight logic to the ordering of what I will post, I think it’s best to start with the very core of Islam, the basis, the foundation upon which everything else is built. Essentially, it is the entry into Islam: the Shahada (rhymes with ‘armada’).

(Before I begin formally, I will tell you about a funny thing that happened recently. A friend of mine called me a ‘convert groupie’; It put a smile on my face because the amount of respect I hold for converts / reverts is perhaps limitless. Within their movements, I see struggle and challenge chosen rather than imposed – such character traits are worthy of our respect and our attention because I think the human condition gravitates toward comfort rather than struggle. Those who choose discomfort over comfort and status quo are, to me, to be greatly respected (discomfort to one’s self can not to be confused with the discomfort willingly inflicted on others, of which we are all guilty at some point or another). Please understand that this isn’t limited to those who convert to Islam, but rather to anyone who chooses to engage in this sort of challenge to themselves.)

Unlike most other traditions, the entry into Islam is quite likely the simplest. It is the articulation of a few words in front of witnesses (two at minimum, I believe). This is the formal way, because I would argue that in keeping with the essence of Islam, one can be a Muslim in their heart quietly, before articulating it aloud.

This, I believe is because of a Muslim’s unhindered relationship with God – so, for example, Muslims are judged not on the outcomes of their actions, but rather on their intentions. The underlying message being that whereas wo/man – for the most part – judge what they see, God alone judges by what no one else can see: the intentions in one’s heart.

Another example of this is that there does not exist within Islam the concept of ex-communication. So, you see a man who professes to be a Muslim but does not pray, does not fast, does not pay zakaat – then you as a wo/man may not be the judge of him. You never possess the power to say: “You are not a Muslim”.

Furthermore, Muslims have neither ‘clergy’ nor ‘confession’. There are both male and female scholars who dedicate their lives to extrapolating from within the Quran and the traditions of the Prophet greater expressions and laws for Muslims, but they are there to guide, rather than to serve as God’s representatives on earth. No one has a more direct ‘line’ to God, no one speaks in God’s voice, no one forgives in God’s place.

Each and every single individual has – should they choose it – a direct line to God. When you turn towards God, that’s your open source. Period.

Back to the Shahada, which is rooted in the Arabic verb ‘to testify’. For the longest time, people would represent the Shahada as comprising the following two statements:
La ilaha illa Allah” / “There is no god but God” &
Sayidina Muhammad rasool Allah” / “Muhammad is the prophet of God”

Recently, I’ve been engrossed in reading more about this in order to widen and deepen my understanding of my own faith. I came across a very interesting concept, which I think deserves further enquiry. The idea being, there are in fact three parts to the Shahada, as follow:
“There is no god”
“But God”
“Muhammad is the prophet of God”

…and the more I think about that, the more it makes sense to me. Because this entire life is about choice. The ebb and flow of us is so greatly rooted in the cause and consequence of our choices – a charge from which no one is free and serves to speak equally to the beauty of the human condition as it does to the root of its greatest struggles and pain.

For most of us, we are born into a tradition that we never question. We are born into Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc. and most of us live our lives passively reflecting the choices of our parents but never actively choosing which one suits us most, which one moves us and resonates most deeply within us.(1)

Based precisely on the above, I think to understand that the Shahada is in fact three-fold, is critical. In this way, it becomes the expression of a choice made based on critical thought and from a clean slate. It is to toil, before you conclude. It is to struggle, before you believe.(2) In any situation (not solely faith oriented), the freedom to choose and the choice made are perhaps the most empowering expressions of one’s self.

So, to those of you who believe, then I say constantly renew your faith. Challenge yourself; You already know what your core is, and confidence comes from that awareness. You know your principles and your values and your ethics, and so you should harbour no fear in facing challenge. You can only grow from it, as I have seen myself grow over the last several months and I hope, Inshallah, for the rest of my life.

For those of you who don’t believe, the chances that you were born into one tradition or another is much more likely than not. And so you I applaud because you have already made an active choice that is fully and completely your own rather than one imposed on you by environment. May you too continue to challenge yourself and may that journey always be a safe one.

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(1) According to the US Census Bureau, approximately 85% of the world's population has one tradition or another. The other 15% defined as agnostic, atheist, secular humanist or 'none'. Half of this 15% category define themselves as 'theists' but non-religious.

(2) Here, I think the key is to search for something - be it a tradition such as Islam or Christianity or the absence of one, such as atheism. Seek what's out there, find the one that stimulates and resonates and moves you, and then pursue further knowledge in order to satiate the original desire born of the search. The point is to search and then to follow what resonates most. I did this in my early twenties and have been doing a great deal of this in the last perhaps three years. It is exhausting, but the rewards of it and the confidence stemming from knowing yourself is truly immeasurable.

The image presented above is Arabic Islamic calligraphy of the Shahada.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Ramadan Kareem to all

Tomorrow is the first day of Ramadan, Inshallah. To those of you preparing to fast, I wish you personal and spiritual growth this coming month.

To those of you unaware of what Ramadan is and what's expected of us, I offer the following little explanation. Simply put it is one's abstinence from all liquids (including water), food and sex between sunrise and sunset daily for the month of Ramadan. One is also expected to refrain from back biting and restrain their temper (although one should attempt these at all times, it is especially important during this month). Because Muslims follow a lunar calendar, the 'when' of Ramadan (the actual name of the month) fluctuates yearly.

Exempt from fasting are:
The ill.
Those who are on medication.
Nursing mothers.
Menstruating women.

In many other religions, fasting is usually associated with the intention of self-mortification in order to bring about the freeing of one's soul. This is not the case in Islam; because we replenish in the evenings, the discomfort - and that is really all it is - is minimal and without the intention of physical long-term stress or trauma to the body. The strongest reason for fasting is teaching oneself self-control, learning the meaning and practice of endurance and generating more self confidence, patience and determination in the face of what may seem a very difficult task. Perhaps as equally importantly is the reminder to us that to eat at will and whim is a luxury many others will never share.

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Thank you to Even Angels Ask by Dr. Jeffrey Lang for this best and most suited description. This is a must-read for any Westerner attempting to understand Islam, or curious to get to the heart of this religion. Lang bares his soul in this in a way that most authors are never brave enough to do...as a sister to this man in Islam, he makes me proud.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Freedom!

Before you begin reading, please note that: Of course there is a middle-ground that below I’m not discussing. I’m speaking in the same extreme as that spoken by the window and the commercial mentioned. Understand that the state we are in is because of a backlash against the over interference of the Church and the moral arm and all of the history that has brought. But who the f*ck decided to throw the baby out with the bathwater? (I'm adding this as an after thought - Michelle pointed out that we can't point at only one thing here, and she's absolutely right. There are many factors to blame for our current state, only a couple of which are mentioned below.)

We went out recently, sat on a patio and I was this close to shooting myself.

One gem of an overheard conversation was the following:
“I just threw up in the bathroom.”
“But you still look good.”
“Thank God! I’m so lucky I can do that. Look. He said he thinks I’m cute and he wants to f*ck me.”
“AWESOME. He’s so hot.”
“Yeah. I think he likes me. I’m going to go with him.”
“What’s his name again?”
“Uhm. I can’t remember. Anyway, uhm, how are my chubs?”
“AWESOME. That’s totally why you picked up, bitch!
“Right. I’m out.”

If I were to try and communicate either my pain or shame at overhearing this, I fear I may bring down my blog server.

Link to: Behold what we’re selling our young women (Be) and to our young men (Expect):

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The above is a display window of a very popular shop in Ottawa. Notice, her jeans and underwear are around her ankles. She has wine bottles in front of her and her head placed on the toilette, clearly denoting the sexy state of inebriation that induces vomiting. The two background figures are one male and one female and written on the mirror is: “For a good time call….”

I stood in front of the display staring with my mouth open when a young woman came out, looked at me and said: “I know! It’s so cool!”

Instead of taking her down for her stupidity, I instead turned slowly to face her and declared “Noooooo. There’s nothing cool about this. It’s demeaning and degrading and a TESTAMENT. To just how low we’ve landed.”

She looked puzzled, gave me an awkward smile and walked away.

Link to: The latest birth control pills that are being marketed to an audience of very young women. The interesting thing about these commercials is:
The girls appear to all be aged between 16 & 22.
There are no men in the commercials.
They’re representing carefree lives; girls running on the beach, eating dinner out together, having coffee in the middle of the day, lounging around at home with magazines (heaven forbid it be a book), running out for a first job interview. All of them are smiling, laughing, unburdened and beautiful young people.

The first time I saw these commercials, I thought they were for a clothing or make-up company and was taken aback when I realized it was for birth control. N & I were seated in a movie theater the second time I saw them and she declared “Holy CHRIST! The girls look like they’re about 12!!”

I don’t care how many partners you have sex with, or how many drunken one-night stands you’ve had or in which way and for how long you’ve been taking the pill. And I most definitely don’t care if you’re male of female. Your life is your own and your responsibilities and consequence to your body are yours for the choosing. But if you wish to declare that you can have sex without any emotional connections or blowback then to you I actually say bullsh*t, because our bodies, our skin have and hold memories. More importantly, they have rights over us and so inherent in that is the fact that your physical being is not an entity that you can – no matter how hard you try – detach from the rest of you. But that’s not what this entry is about – and if you are proud of the fact that you have casual sex without emotional connection, then it is your right to sell yourself so cheaply and there is no place for that on this blog.

Right. So what’s troubling me about the above is the greater theme of casual sex lifestyle void of worry and stress, when in reality, pregnancy may in fact be the least worrisome consequence of sex. ‘Least’ when compared to the psychological, emotional, spiritual, and sexual disease consequences of sex within the particular context presented by the above two references to ‘lifestyle’.

As already mentioned, there are no men in these commercials and so no hint at relationships. If, as adults, you wish to go out and have random sexual relations, then fine – but that’s not the audience being targeted. They are anything but adult. (I remember being a 16 year old ‘adult’ very well because that was the summer all of the girls in my high-school started having sex. I also recall – crystal clearly – the traumatic consequences most of them encountered because of that choice; None of them having anything to do with a pregnancy scare.)

I don’t think it would be insane or far-fetched to say that at that age one is completely vulnerable and their identity still being formed. As equally important are their perspectives on relationships and sex (be it within or without a relationship). Here I discuss both boys and girls.

To those of you considering someone like I a throwback to the Stone Age, I say better the Stone Age than what I’ve seen as of late. And please note: anything I say re girls, I argue equally for boys. If there were a pill for boys targeted in this fashion, I would make exactly the same arguments. If boys were being represented in shop displays in this manner, I would fight against that equally.

Speaking only for myself here, I will say two things. First, to those who are great advocates of the pill, I’ve read all of the arguments and understand them, though I don’t accept or agree with most of them. I have no problem denying entry into my body chemicals of the sort found in the birth control pill. What you choose to ingest is your business, but do not try to misrepresent the context of something that is so much more than a wee little pill to what are, essentially, children.

Second, I fully expect that the man who is going to love me isn’t a man who would want me to take the risks associated with birth control. (e.g. ‘Crazy girl’, ‘no sex drive girl’, ‘my body will never again be able to produce natural lubrication girl’, etc.) Just as it would be my duty to make certain he took care of his health and avoided harmful substances, I expect him to be doing exactly the same where I was concerned. These are my standards and mine alone, and this last bit - to me - would be one of the measures of a ‘man’.

But heaven forbid we hold ourselves to any sort of a standard that falls short of complete hedonistic freedom. People should have the “freedom” to have sex with whomever and whenever, at the age they choose. Because they should learn the meaning of responsibility…even though I am not exercising any. I’m so proud.

Proud enough to head back down to the store display and stand in front of it with a big banner that reads: YAY! I’M LIBERATED! I’M FREE! AND I DON’T CARE THAT MORE THAN HALF OF THE WOMEN IN THE WORLD OVER 15 CAN’T READ OR WRITE! I CAN SHOP, YO!

I DON’T CARE THAT WOMEN PRODUCE 80% OF THE FOOD ON THE PLANET BUT RECEIVE LESS THAN 10% OF AGRICULTURAL ASSISTANCE! I CAN GET TRASHED ON TONS OF LIQUOR, BABY!

I DON’T CARE THAT WOMEN ONLY OCCUPY 2% OF SENIOR MANAGEMENT POSITIONS WORLDWIDE! I CAN SLEEP WITH THE OTHER 98%! WOO-HOO! HURRAY FOR ME WITH MY PANTIES AND jeans…around my ankles? And uhm, whose that guy behind me? And is that my number? And is that my girlfriend looking over me? Not interfering because, uhm, that wouldn’t, like, be right to tell me how to behave, would it? I mean...would it? And will you come to the sex clinic with me because I’m bleeding and I don’t know why.

But heaven forbid…heaven forbid…we ever say ‘no to anything’ because ‘yes’ has brought us so much good.

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*Thank you to Woman Kind.

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Saturday, September 08, 2007

Donate blood, please

this is a test

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Happiness

Every once in a while we are hit with a moment of complete and total happiness. Were it to be described by your eyes, they would say 'blinding'.

I have been in that blinding happiness for some time now. I can't explain it, I don't want to fight it, I am fully thankful for and blessed by it because I haven't felt this light in much too long.

I'M SO HAPPY!!!!

Magically Flushing Toilettes

That's not their real name, but it's what I've been calling them. They're the super duper clean toilettes that are much too eager to flush all on their own. They're independent and don't need you to tell them when to flush; instead, there's a sensor on them that reacts to your movements and flushes STAT.

If you're using the MFT and you shift forward, to the right, to the left or to the back, the over eager MFT flushes away and wets your entire rear end as the flushing action makes half the water sploosh upward aiming directly at your bare a**. Last I checked, it was not called the Magically Flushing Toilette & Bidet, but I could be wrong. This, not because I am averse to the bidet, but rather to the shock and awe inflicted on me every time I use the stupid MFT. I don't know how many times I've been caught off guard by the sploosh, driven forward nearly knocking myself unconscious against the stall door.

But I digress. I am being forced to use the MFTs here at work. I don't sit on public toilettes...so imagine the magnitude of effort I must place into my peeing activity as I teeter precariously above the MFT without making a single movement or risk splooshing. When am in top form, I manage to stop breathing for the duration of the activity and foil the MFTs obvious eagerness to flush.

I picture perhaps twenty wee impish women in large skirts and bonnets sitting at the sensor area staring out at the user. As soon as there is movement, hysteria and anxiety ensue as the imps rush to flush and keep things clean. "She's moved! GO! GO! GO! FLUSH! GO! GO! GO! Trail-Toe, you are being too slow and must learn to keep up with the rest of us. Have a muffin."

That's not even the awkward part. The awkward part is that when I stand up, I'm not done damn it! Whereas I may be done body function, I am not done cleaning. (Do think I've hit an all-time low re blogging topics.) But the flush has already happened! And I refuse to be the woman who leaves the stall while there remains bits of toilette paper floating about in the bowl as a testament to her excellent bladder movements.

I thought I had it all down. I would clean, become properly clothed and then I would sit on the toilette really quickly and get up so the freakish imps could flush once more and eat the toilette paper. Excellent, right? Not quite.

I behaved in this nerdish manner because I believed there was only a sensor available that reacted to your full bodied movements. Until today when I witnessed a woman step into one of the stalls and flush it by pushing a button. I was appalled. I stood frozen staring at her and asked: "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"FLUSH!"
"What do you mean?"
"HowDidYouFlushWithoutSittingOnTheMagicSeat?"
"Uhm. Are you okay?"
"NO! TELL ME. PLEASE!"
"I pushed the button!"
"WHAT "button"?" (I actually made bunny ears with my fingers.)
"This "button"." (She made them back, the cow.)
"Oh my God. There's a button. I don't have to sit anymore." (I almost started crying.)

So this entry just in case you too have been behaving as I...which is: as a nerd.

(I won't even start on the I'm-not-done-peeing-why-the-eff-did-you-just-flush scenario.)

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Men are from Mars and Some Women are from Stupid

In 32 years, I've only ever cared for one person. Well...maybe one and a half, the half not really counting because in hindsight it's easy to see that it was little more than a very fun and exciting fantasy holding no water.

A few girls invited me out after work one evening and they were blathering on about their "tricks" with men because apparently, "a woman has to play games to get what she wants". I am about to divulge some sisterhood secrets and I don't mind doing this because thankfully, it is not to this particular sisterhood I belong. Most of the women were in their late thirties and single, having jumped from one bed to another.

True gems of wisdom imparted were:
"...cry - you'll get anything!"
"...yell! You have to yell to show him whose boss!"
"...break up with him first. YOU HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH HIM FIRST!"
"...jealousy is par for the course with a man, make sure to always keep him on his toes and guessing that you have other men on your a** always."
"...hold his ex girlfriends against him!"
"...play with his emotions by being temperamental and unpredictable."
"...never make him think he's totally got you or he'll take you for granted."
"...f*ck his best friend when you break up. It'll kill him!"
"...needle his most vulnerable psychology!"
"...be a b*tch, it's what all men secretly want."
"...never pay for anything or he'll expect you to always do it."
...and my personal favourite was when one of the women decided to lecture me on that you should really get out there and date because that's what men are for. Women's lib! We fought for this!(1) And really who cares if you wait until marriage when there's so much variety to be had and look at me I'm a tramp and I love it been with more men than I can count on all fingers toes and appendages and it doesn't matter that I now wear a diaper because I have zero muscle drone drone drone.

As to this woman, to some it would seem odd that in thirty two years I would have only said "I love you" once. To those who think I am a freak of incredible proportion I'll have you know that the more I look around me the happier I am about this particular aspect of my life. And in fact, the more respect I have for myself. I believe there's something pure and honest about it. Having dealt with T's recent PIGLET! lying and cheating husband, I realize that my reality means I don't take either the words or the sentiment lightly and that stands for something; no one can ever claim that part of me has been diluted by over usage. More important still is that with every time we give ourselves away, we loose something. We become dulled, we become more cautious, we become less giving the next time. And...I...I wish to be able to give all of myself to someone someday without hesitation, trepidation or fear because of tangible things such as a past encounter. I don't think that's far-fetched or unattainable (I don't actually believe in that word, but think it's the ideal excuse for not working harder); Absolutely challenging and filled with hard work, but fully attainable nonetheless.

I like that: I won't ever be someone who does dilute everything in their lives. Who jumps from one relationship to another, never mourning, never understanding, never learning, never growing. I don't want to be with someone for the sake of being with someone, to avoid boredom. I don't want to further disrespect the man I will marry by giving so much of me away today that there'll be nothing left to give him tomorrow. I don't want to be the fool who doesn't know how to be alone. Who doesn't value their body or their heart and hands both out at random. I refuse to belittle everything that I am just so I have the occasional date on Friday night and so that I'm not lonely because I fully believe that if we don't know how to be alone and enjoy our own company, we won't know how to let someone else share in that very company. I also refuse to fit into some bizarre prototype of 'modern female' because I don't much like 'her'.

More importantly, I like boys. I don't want to be cruel to them or play games with them or disrespect them. When I am with someone, I don't want to yell at him or make him cry or harm his heart and I want to believe that everything earthly is possible.(2) Instead of aiming to do these things I'll hope to do the exact opposite to the best of my ability. Inevitably, at times I'll fail, but I'll have at least attempted to avoid that failure. I want to love him fairly and completely. Understand his history and psychology, alleviate his fears, reinforce my love for him and forgive his weaknesses as I would expect to have done for me. I also want to like him enough to hold his hand when we're 85. I think women underestimate their capacity to hurt men and that's an absolutely terrible thing. Simply because men may not discuss their feelings, it doesn't mean they don't have them. I wouldn't want someone to play games with me or yell at me or be mean to me and so why would I ever inflict that sort of thing on another individual? Especially if it's someone I love?

And if you believe that you can be a shit to your partner and yet don't deserve to be treated in the same manner, then you need a lot of therapy and a kick in the ass. There's nothing uglier than a spoiled brat, male or female.

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(1) We fought for 'this? For the freedom to f*ck? And here I thought we were fighting for equality and respect. How shameful and backward of me to accuse the feminist movement of anything short of complete and full pornification of the female and her many fruitful usages and bendy ways. Oh! And while I'm on it...thanks very much for providing me the opportunity to CHOOSE having my brea*ts sliced to obtain a more 'womanly' figure, my lips injected for a sexier pout, my eyebrows tattooed to shave off 10 minutes of 'getting ready' time in the a.m., my ribs broken for a smaller waistline and my face expressionless and poison filled so as to appear 'younger'. Because deep down, I don't think I can get anywhere on brains alone, I'd like to thank the modern day Miss. Interpretation of 'feminism' by the greater sisterhood allowing me to indulge these very exceptional and MY CHOICE! actions. These choices make me liberated, Hurrah!

Liberated enough to look down my new perfectly shaped "Jennifer Aniston" nose in order to mock the Muslim woman and her head gear - because heaven forbid she force the world to listen to her rather than stare BY CHOICE! at her. (3)

(2) Except the wanking PIGS! and Cheaters.

(3) Yes, there is a happy middle way, but not with the likes of the women who were the catalysts for this entry.

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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

I Double Dare You

Due to certain circumstance, I have - in the last perhaps month - been having bouts of complete and total rage. Wicked anger the likes of which I have never before felt and hope I never feel again. When this has happened I usually look like this:

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...only with a mobile to my ear while Naomi's on the other end talking me down. Talking me down. Talking me down. For that, I would like to thank her publicly as apparently she has been quoting direct from my blog to her partner Jason. A big hello to Jason also.

The first time she did this we spent nearly three hours on the phone with me in the middle of a field next to Lulu at different times crying, pounding, being pissed off, being fair, being unfair, being ridiculous, being filled with resentment, being demented, and being completely on the mark. Naomi was absolutely incredible.

When I've come off the phone with her and am calmed, I look into my mind's mirror and demand a response to: "Now list all of the mistakes and stupidities you committed to find yourself in this situation. Also, place yourself in their shoes and try to see what they see and understand their hurt. Because you are not innocent in this.", because the only way to deal with rage of this sort, I think, is to never allow it a