things started out quietly... post-christmas pensive?

suddenly ... the mood changed

ice hogs

We saw a little crack in the ice and naturally we wanted to make it bigger. We tried poking it with a stick. That worked a little. Then we dropped an ice hog on it. That worked better. (Ice Hog: small chunk of ice).

dozers

Soon, of course, the thrill of the ice hog crashes diminished. For maximum impact, we started collecting dozers. This was quite a bit more challenging than the collection of the much smaller ice hogs.

over-dozer

Then there was the dozer of all dozers. The pictures are a little blurry partly because we were losing the light but mostly because the photographer was laughing so hard she could not keep the camera steady.

snowshoes for christmas

it's all fun and games until...

you can't keep a good woman down

christmas creatures

not a creature was stirring...

for me

I was doing some research for a course I am teaching in February and found this old favourite. In the early 80s, I worked in a repertory movie theatre and they used to show this little movie before the main feature.

for carl

not the arrogant worms (they did this one and this one) but three dead trolls.

for audrey

an oldie but a goodie

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for guy

waking up at ruckle

My cuz sent these of binocular boy and me.

froggie and frolic

And these of a froggie and a boy who know how to keep swinging.

adventures online

I know, I know. It has been ages since I have posted anything. Here come the excuses...

Since September 14 I have had a cold twice and been back to Vancouver once to start a new project and visit tout la gang.

I have been working on the Literacies website (putting up the new articles), keeping the Literacies Café up-to-date, facilitating an online course for adult students which resulted in this blog, setting up the Literacies Forum blog and doing research for the Dots project.

I am online mucking about almost all the working day and am a bit overdone on the wee screen.

When I was in Vancouver, I stayed in a hotel that charged $6 an hour for internet. I wandered around the room, laptop in hand until I finally found a free wireless connection - thank you Paneet. In order to stay connected I had to prop the computer up on the window sill like this.

It was quite chilly, but what a view.

women hold up half the sky

Yesterday was my birthday. Happy birthday to me!
My Mum and Dad called in the morning to ask if it was okay to come to my house before we went to the restaurant because my present was too big to take there. Wheee! How the hours until 6 o'clock seemed to stretch out.

They brought me this:
They had framed my poster from the Shanghai Ballet performance of the White Haired Girl at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa in May 1977. I have always loved this poster and it has been resting rolled up at my parents' house since the early eighties when they moved from Ottawa and dismantled my girlhood bedroom.

It was a great night. I think we were there on opening night. We went to a reception hosted by the Chinese embassy and met some of the dancers.


Below you can see a video clip of Mao Huifang dancing the title role.

You can see the whole ballet on YouTube.

The first clip is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhGhKMd_Sg4.

The second clip is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKKIpg1xA84
At about 5 minutes her braid comes undone and her shirt turns pale pink, at six minutes her clothes and hair turn grey and at 8:15 her clothes and hair turn white. The dance depicted in the poster starts at about 22:00. The pas de deux starts at about 29:00. The moment depicted in the poster is at around 37:52.

The White Haired Girl was one of the Eight Model Plays and an artifact of the Cultural Revolution. I do not want to glorify that time on my blog but it is also an artifact from my own personal history and I think it is important to reflect upon what we in the west knew, thought and felt about China in the 70s and how that shaped our political attitudes and actions.

excellent birds

My BC cousin sent me this picture
of an adventure towl
(yes - that IS how it is spelled)
and two Steller's Jays looking for peanuts.

The adventure towls were
my camping gift this year.

My cousin gave me one of
these:








So cool.

The best.

Thanks so much.

back to bc

I am back from BC. I forgot to take the recharger for my camera battery and had not charged it before I left so I only managed a few photos before it kacked out.

We went to a bird sanctuary to test out new binoculars,
















feed the birds ... and us :-)

















and take some photos.















Later we went back to Ruckle Park on Saltspring Island.

The blue tent is about where our tent was on our last visit and the white tent is about where the orange tent was in the post below.

Our old campsite was taken so we found one a little further southwest.

On the second and third nights we abandoned our tent and slept on these rocks under the big moon and the starry starry sky. The first tentless night it was just binocular boy, his mum and me. My head was close to a blackberry bush and my cousin awoke in the night to see a deer eating blackberries.


On the second tentless night, my aunt, 2 cousins, cousin-in-law, 2 sons-of-a-cousin (see the post below) and I wrapped ourselves in everything we could find and sailed to the land of nod in our rocky wave-swept cradle.