I am jet lagged beyond belief having just arrived in Australia (there really is nothing to see in Canberra) but I wanted to post and say how fabulous it feels to have access to my blog again!! It is inaccessible (read: banned) in China and it was odd not to be able to check in.
More posting soon but first - the bed is calling my name
28 February 2009
24 February 2009
Greetings from Hong Kong
Ah, the first stop on the Asian adventure. Nothing like a little tropical weather to remind you that jungle hair isn't just something that happens in the rain forest in Argentina. Except it's not jungle hair here, it's Hong Kong hair.
Yes, it's true. I am currently suffering from Big Poofy Hair (BPH). It doesn't matter how intimate a relationship I have with the hair dryer or how much product I try to work in. The minute I step outside in the glory that is Hong Kong, I am afflicted with BPH.
There have been times over the last few days where I truly feared that I might have been obstructing sight lines with my BPH. As far as I know though, there have been few to no complaints.
Besides my ongoing BPH affliction, Hong Kong is an amazing city. It is vibrant and exciting with lots of energy. It's like New York but polite and way more diverse.
In the little free time I've had I've managed to shop in Stanley Market, take the Star Ferry across to Kowloon, visit the Kowloon City Park, Temple Street Market and just soak up the atmosphere.
Last night I enjoyed a dinner with Doreen and Katie at a great little Vietnamese place in this gorgeous building in Stanley that overlooks the water. Between the food, the drinks, the company and the view it was one of the most perfect ways to spend an evening I have ever enjoyed.
My other little HKG discovery? They have Pret A Manger here. God Bless the Brits and their most perfect sandwich shop ever. Life is better with a little Pret in it.
Tomorrow morning I am off to Beijing where it is not tropical weather (apparently it's snowing) and BPH is not a concern.
Yes, it's true. I am currently suffering from Big Poofy Hair (BPH). It doesn't matter how intimate a relationship I have with the hair dryer or how much product I try to work in. The minute I step outside in the glory that is Hong Kong, I am afflicted with BPH.
There have been times over the last few days where I truly feared that I might have been obstructing sight lines with my BPH. As far as I know though, there have been few to no complaints.
Besides my ongoing BPH affliction, Hong Kong is an amazing city. It is vibrant and exciting with lots of energy. It's like New York but polite and way more diverse.
In the little free time I've had I've managed to shop in Stanley Market, take the Star Ferry across to Kowloon, visit the Kowloon City Park, Temple Street Market and just soak up the atmosphere.
Last night I enjoyed a dinner with Doreen and Katie at a great little Vietnamese place in this gorgeous building in Stanley that overlooks the water. Between the food, the drinks, the company and the view it was one of the most perfect ways to spend an evening I have ever enjoyed.
My other little HKG discovery? They have Pret A Manger here. God Bless the Brits and their most perfect sandwich shop ever. Life is better with a little Pret in it.
Tomorrow morning I am off to Beijing where it is not tropical weather (apparently it's snowing) and BPH is not a concern.
20 February 2009
I'm blaming Barack
Obamabuddhajesuskrishna was in town yesterday for a whole six hours - he met with Harper and the GG, he held a press conference, bought some souvenirs for his kids and had a beavertail. He also brought the city to a stand still. Now this probably has nothing to do with my current traveling situation but I need someone to blame and he seems as good an option as anyone.
I am supposed to be winging my way to Hong Kong at this very minute but alas, I'm not. I'm at the office. And no, my office is not in Hong Kong.
Let's have a little run down of my morning shall we?
1) Get up at 4am
2) Call taxi
3) Call taxi again because it hasn't shown up
4) Get to airport
5) Discover flight to Toronto is cancelled and I now have 30 minutes to get on earlier flight to Toronto
6) Have boarding passes issued
7) Have agent frown and furrow brow and make all kinds of disconcerting noises like hmmm, well, hmmmm
8) Have agent tell me that corporate travel never actually issued my ticket and so I can't actually fly
9) Talk to ticketing who calls corporate travel
10) Precious minutes tick by and am told I cannot fly today
11) Am now flying tomorrow. New ticket is issued. At a big price.
12) Get ready to get up at 4am all over again.
I'm blaming Barack. He took all the good karma with him when he left.
I am supposed to be winging my way to Hong Kong at this very minute but alas, I'm not. I'm at the office. And no, my office is not in Hong Kong.
Let's have a little run down of my morning shall we?
1) Get up at 4am
2) Call taxi
3) Call taxi again because it hasn't shown up
4) Get to airport
5) Discover flight to Toronto is cancelled and I now have 30 minutes to get on earlier flight to Toronto
6) Have boarding passes issued
7) Have agent frown and furrow brow and make all kinds of disconcerting noises like hmmm, well, hmmmm
8) Have agent tell me that corporate travel never actually issued my ticket and so I can't actually fly
9) Talk to ticketing who calls corporate travel
10) Precious minutes tick by and am told I cannot fly today
11) Am now flying tomorrow. New ticket is issued. At a big price.
12) Get ready to get up at 4am all over again.
I'm blaming Barack. He took all the good karma with him when he left.
18 February 2009
Living on the soapbox
There is a great monologue written by Eve Ensler in A Memory, A Monologue, A Rant and A Prayer (which Laura and I are staging on April 25th, 2009 as part of V-Day) called Fur is Back. In it, the speaker bemoans the fact that she doesn't really get invited to parties any more because she's the one who makes everyone else uncomfortable with her inability to let go of some of the weighty issues of the world and get caught up in the banal party chit chat. She overhears someone remarking, "isn't it great, fur is back?" and the speaker dissolves into a rant "fur is back? isn't it fabulous? so it turns out is rape. Rape is back" The speaker gets ejected from the party and her friends are embarrassed by her behaviour.
I'm beginning to feel a lot like the speaker in Fur is Back. I can't stop talking about the Congo. I can't stop thinking about these women and these girls. GIRLS. Girls who are raped and are so young they don't actually know what a penis is.
I'm a pretty witty chica who can laugh easily and (in my opinion) can be great fun at a party. But who wants to invite the person who won't stop talking about mass rape and femicide? I feel like I am redefining Debbie Downer.
But how exactly do you make banal small talk when you know - you know - that while you do women are being raped and mutilated because every one of the 23 militias fighting in the Congo is trying to destroy the communities. And of course the fastest way to destroy communities is to destroy the women.
Rape is a weapon of war. It was in Bosnia and Japan and it is in Darfur and the Congo.
And the reason none of us reading this are living through hell on earth is a matter of geography and little else.
And that is the reason I cannot push this from my mind. By the grace of God, Allah or Buddha, I live in Canada. I live in relative safety and security and I do not fear people in uniform. I do not worry that the next knock at my door will be a group of men who will violate me in such a way as to try and crack my very soul.
And so because I live here and not there, I have to talk about it. I have to say to everyone I know "hey, do you know what's happening in the Congo? Do you know they are trying to destroy women?"
It doesn't make for pleasant conversation over Bellinis. Throwing that out there makes it difficult to rave about the latest Marc Jacobs purse or Prada shoes.
But I'm okay if party invitations dry up. The women and the girls in the Congo aren't being invited to too many parties either.
I'm beginning to feel a lot like the speaker in Fur is Back. I can't stop talking about the Congo. I can't stop thinking about these women and these girls. GIRLS. Girls who are raped and are so young they don't actually know what a penis is.
I'm a pretty witty chica who can laugh easily and (in my opinion) can be great fun at a party. But who wants to invite the person who won't stop talking about mass rape and femicide? I feel like I am redefining Debbie Downer.
But how exactly do you make banal small talk when you know - you know - that while you do women are being raped and mutilated because every one of the 23 militias fighting in the Congo is trying to destroy the communities. And of course the fastest way to destroy communities is to destroy the women.
Rape is a weapon of war. It was in Bosnia and Japan and it is in Darfur and the Congo.
And the reason none of us reading this are living through hell on earth is a matter of geography and little else.
And that is the reason I cannot push this from my mind. By the grace of God, Allah or Buddha, I live in Canada. I live in relative safety and security and I do not fear people in uniform. I do not worry that the next knock at my door will be a group of men who will violate me in such a way as to try and crack my very soul.
And so because I live here and not there, I have to talk about it. I have to say to everyone I know "hey, do you know what's happening in the Congo? Do you know they are trying to destroy women?"
It doesn't make for pleasant conversation over Bellinis. Throwing that out there makes it difficult to rave about the latest Marc Jacobs purse or Prada shoes.
But I'm okay if party invitations dry up. The women and the girls in the Congo aren't being invited to too many parties either.
12 February 2009
9 February 2009
You're probably wishing
that I had something pithy or funny or witty to write instead of what I'm about to post. Believe me, I wish I had something pithy, funny and witty to write but I can't. I can't read articles like the one below and then just post about how frustrated I get with the inappropriate use of their, they're and there.
Women are the mothers of the world. What is happening in the Congo is an attack on motherhood, on the future of the country, the continent, the world. It is femicide.
It's easy, when times are tough economically to say "I can't worry about that. I have bills to pay, a job to find, extra work to do."
The problem is, if not now, when? If not you, then who?
Check out www.vday.org for more information or www.capitalvday.com for what Laura and I are doing.
The Atrocities Committed Against Women and Girls in the Congo Defy Imagination
By Marianne Schnall, The Women's Media Center
Posted on February 7, 2009, Printed on February 9, 2009
Behind the headlines heralding potentially positive developments in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), women and girls continue to be at risk. Media outlets report the arrest of rebel leader General Laurent Nkunda and the possibility of peace openings, but the eastern region where women and girls have been savagely raped and mutilated remains traumatized.
With all the bad news facing the world right now, you might prefer not knowing the horrific details of these women’s stories. “Yes, it’s difficult to hear about,” says playwright/activist Eve Ensler, “but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hear.”
It is precisely because Ensler feels not enough people are aware of the atrocities taking place in the Congo that she, and her anti-violence against women organization V-Day, are going on the road this month, in a five-city U.S. tour featuring her in conversation with Dr. Denis Mukwege, a heroic gynecologist and the director of Panzi Hospital in eastern Congo who treats, performs surgeries and offers counseling to the women there. Together Mukwege and Ensler will expose the extreme cases of violence against women in the DRC -- to date an estimated 400,000 women and girls have been raped -- and relay the stories of survivors who are coming together and breaking the silence.
The disturbing stories that have come out of the Congo defy imagination: women and young girls being raped by militia men in front of their families; rape victims ranging from as young as six months to as old as 83 years; women and girls faced with unwanted pregnancies and raped intentionally by men known to have AIDS. There is also a devastating epidemic of women and girls whose vaginas and reproductive organs have been completely destroyed from being violated with guns, bottles and sticks, often resulting in a condition called fistula, a rupture that results in the uncontrollable leakage of urine and feces. The traumatized rape victims are then further stigmatized and ostracized by their families and communities. Says Mukwege, awarded the UN Human Rights Prize in December 2008 for his humanitarian work, “attacking women, the bearer of life, with this level of terror, I believe it has nothing to do with sexual desire. I think it’s about destabilizing society, trying to destroy society and bring about its complete destruction.”
Ensler is hoping to help end the terror through what she sees as the necessary first step, creating awareness. “People have to get educated about what is going on.” The idea for the conversational format of the tour came from Ensler’s experience two years ago when she interviewed the doctor at the request of OCHA, a UN agency. Famous for her award-winning “The Vagina Monologues,” which began as a play about women and their bodies and ultimately spawned her anti-violence movement V-Day, Ensler has always believed in the power of conversation to illuminate our understanding of important issues. “Unless people hear the details and specificities of things, they don’t get moved to action. And when you hear Dr. Mukwege, and you see a man who has been on the frontlines for twelve years, sewing up women’s vaginas as fast as these militias are ripping them apart -- and still having that degree of dignity, and that degree of steadfastness in the face of all this -- then you have to join the cause and do something.”
The “Turning Pain to Power Tour” -- beginning February 11th in New York City before moving to Los Angeles, San Francisco, Atlanta and Washington D.C. -- supports a joint V-Day and UNICEF campaign to expose the devastating impact of rape on Congolese women's health, their families and their communities. The organizations call for specific measures to end impunity for perpetrators and to economically and socially empower women and girls so they can lead in the prevention of sexual violence and in the rebuilding of a country devastated by conflict.
The tour will also raise needed funds for the Panzi Hospital and to build and open the City of Joy, a center where survivors will be provided with support to heal and training to develop their leadership and life skills. Says Ensler, “We are supporting women in the DRC who are creating a minor, soon to be a major, revolution. My experience is that in places where women have suffered enormous violence or witnessed it, there is always a group of women who rather than getting AK-47s or machetes or escalating the violence or doing themselves in, actually grieve it and feel it and pass through it and as a result, they become the strongest women. They become the people who shift the culture.”
Ensler has borne witness to many horrifying forms of violence against women in over ten years of working with V-Day around the globe, yet nothing compares to what is now taking place in the Congo. “On the one hand these are the worst atrocities I’ve seen anywhere in the world–the sexual violence, the torture, the number of women being violated, the complete impunity, an indifferent international community, an ineffective UN, a failed Congolese government.” She then adds, “On the other hand, you have some of the fiercest, most devoted, clever, powerful women I have met anywhere in the world. And wonderful men who are really ready to galvanize and create change. With the support of the world community, particularly women, we will create a movement which will generate the political will and the necessary resources for change.”
Ensler says that while there has been growing media coverage of the war in the Congo, she hopes the tour will put additional focus on the fact that women are being used as weapons of war. “We still live in a world where femicide is taken for granted, where the raping of women, the destruction of women, is a given. Not extraordinary. And part of what we want this tour to be about is to say that this is not ordinary and is unacceptable.” In a recent interview with the National Post, Mukwege observed, "the traditional battlefield has changed. It is no longer war on the ground, but it is war on women's bodies. It is … the psycho-social destruction of a whole community in which the women are humiliated."
Ensler sees wide implications to accepting these tactics. “When we allow this many women to be raped, when we allow this many women to be destroyed, we are basically giving license to that happening, not just in the Congo, but in Africa and throughout the world. If we can stop the violence towards women in the Congo,” it could be “a template that we apply to other conflict zones.”
I spoke to Ensler on Martin Luther King Day. She was in Washington for a rally the day before in support of peace in the DRC, as well as to speak at the first ever Inaugural Peace Ball on Inauguration Day, and I asked her what message she would most want to deliver to President Barack Obama. “The thing I would say is that ending violence against women is as essential as ending global warming. You cannot think of over half the world’s population, that one out of three of them are being beaten and raped, and not think that the greatest resource on the planet is being degraded. And my dream is that in ten years this issue will be so front and center that it will be undeniable, and that it will change.”
When I asked her if she feels hopeful that Obama’s election marks a new paradigm shift, she became reflective. “I feel hopeful that the energy that Barack Obama brings to the White House can actually begin to formulate a real left in this country, a real social, progressive movement. A door has been opened, but it is up to us to get our whole body through that door.” She added, “I live constantly in the center of two opposite thoughts: the world is ending, the world is about to be born. I am fighting for the latter.”
© 2009 The Women's Media Center All rights reserved.View this story online at: http://www.alternet.org/story/125612/
Women are the mothers of the world. What is happening in the Congo is an attack on motherhood, on the future of the country, the continent, the world. It is femicide.
It's easy, when times are tough economically to say "I can't worry about that. I have bills to pay, a job to find, extra work to do."
The problem is, if not now, when? If not you, then who?
Check out www.vday.org for more information or www.capitalvday.com for what Laura and I are doing.
The Atrocities Committed Against Women and Girls in the Congo Defy Imagination
By Marianne Schnall, The Women's Media Center
Posted on February 7, 2009, Printed on February 9, 2009
Behind the headlines heralding potentially positive developments in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), women and girls continue to be at risk. Media outlets report the arrest of rebel leader General Laurent Nkunda and the possibility of peace openings, but the eastern region where women and girls have been savagely raped and mutilated remains traumatized.
With all the bad news facing the world right now, you might prefer not knowing the horrific details of these women’s stories. “Yes, it’s difficult to hear about,” says playwright/activist Eve Ensler, “but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hear.”
It is precisely because Ensler feels not enough people are aware of the atrocities taking place in the Congo that she, and her anti-violence against women organization V-Day, are going on the road this month, in a five-city U.S. tour featuring her in conversation with Dr. Denis Mukwege, a heroic gynecologist and the director of Panzi Hospital in eastern Congo who treats, performs surgeries and offers counseling to the women there. Together Mukwege and Ensler will expose the extreme cases of violence against women in the DRC -- to date an estimated 400,000 women and girls have been raped -- and relay the stories of survivors who are coming together and breaking the silence.
The disturbing stories that have come out of the Congo defy imagination: women and young girls being raped by militia men in front of their families; rape victims ranging from as young as six months to as old as 83 years; women and girls faced with unwanted pregnancies and raped intentionally by men known to have AIDS. There is also a devastating epidemic of women and girls whose vaginas and reproductive organs have been completely destroyed from being violated with guns, bottles and sticks, often resulting in a condition called fistula, a rupture that results in the uncontrollable leakage of urine and feces. The traumatized rape victims are then further stigmatized and ostracized by their families and communities. Says Mukwege, awarded the UN Human Rights Prize in December 2008 for his humanitarian work, “attacking women, the bearer of life, with this level of terror, I believe it has nothing to do with sexual desire. I think it’s about destabilizing society, trying to destroy society and bring about its complete destruction.”
Ensler is hoping to help end the terror through what she sees as the necessary first step, creating awareness. “People have to get educated about what is going on.” The idea for the conversational format of the tour came from Ensler’s experience two years ago when she interviewed the doctor at the request of OCHA, a UN agency. Famous for her award-winning “The Vagina Monologues,” which began as a play about women and their bodies and ultimately spawned her anti-violence movement V-Day, Ensler has always believed in the power of conversation to illuminate our understanding of important issues. “Unless people hear the details and specificities of things, they don’t get moved to action. And when you hear Dr. Mukwege, and you see a man who has been on the frontlines for twelve years, sewing up women’s vaginas as fast as these militias are ripping them apart -- and still having that degree of dignity, and that degree of steadfastness in the face of all this -- then you have to join the cause and do something.”
The “Turning Pain to Power Tour” -- beginning February 11th in New York City before moving to Los Angeles, San Francisco, Atlanta and Washington D.C. -- supports a joint V-Day and UNICEF campaign to expose the devastating impact of rape on Congolese women's health, their families and their communities. The organizations call for specific measures to end impunity for perpetrators and to economically and socially empower women and girls so they can lead in the prevention of sexual violence and in the rebuilding of a country devastated by conflict.
The tour will also raise needed funds for the Panzi Hospital and to build and open the City of Joy, a center where survivors will be provided with support to heal and training to develop their leadership and life skills. Says Ensler, “We are supporting women in the DRC who are creating a minor, soon to be a major, revolution. My experience is that in places where women have suffered enormous violence or witnessed it, there is always a group of women who rather than getting AK-47s or machetes or escalating the violence or doing themselves in, actually grieve it and feel it and pass through it and as a result, they become the strongest women. They become the people who shift the culture.”
Ensler has borne witness to many horrifying forms of violence against women in over ten years of working with V-Day around the globe, yet nothing compares to what is now taking place in the Congo. “On the one hand these are the worst atrocities I’ve seen anywhere in the world–the sexual violence, the torture, the number of women being violated, the complete impunity, an indifferent international community, an ineffective UN, a failed Congolese government.” She then adds, “On the other hand, you have some of the fiercest, most devoted, clever, powerful women I have met anywhere in the world. And wonderful men who are really ready to galvanize and create change. With the support of the world community, particularly women, we will create a movement which will generate the political will and the necessary resources for change.”
Ensler says that while there has been growing media coverage of the war in the Congo, she hopes the tour will put additional focus on the fact that women are being used as weapons of war. “We still live in a world where femicide is taken for granted, where the raping of women, the destruction of women, is a given. Not extraordinary. And part of what we want this tour to be about is to say that this is not ordinary and is unacceptable.” In a recent interview with the National Post, Mukwege observed, "the traditional battlefield has changed. It is no longer war on the ground, but it is war on women's bodies. It is … the psycho-social destruction of a whole community in which the women are humiliated."
Ensler sees wide implications to accepting these tactics. “When we allow this many women to be raped, when we allow this many women to be destroyed, we are basically giving license to that happening, not just in the Congo, but in Africa and throughout the world. If we can stop the violence towards women in the Congo,” it could be “a template that we apply to other conflict zones.”
I spoke to Ensler on Martin Luther King Day. She was in Washington for a rally the day before in support of peace in the DRC, as well as to speak at the first ever Inaugural Peace Ball on Inauguration Day, and I asked her what message she would most want to deliver to President Barack Obama. “The thing I would say is that ending violence against women is as essential as ending global warming. You cannot think of over half the world’s population, that one out of three of them are being beaten and raped, and not think that the greatest resource on the planet is being degraded. And my dream is that in ten years this issue will be so front and center that it will be undeniable, and that it will change.”
When I asked her if she feels hopeful that Obama’s election marks a new paradigm shift, she became reflective. “I feel hopeful that the energy that Barack Obama brings to the White House can actually begin to formulate a real left in this country, a real social, progressive movement. A door has been opened, but it is up to us to get our whole body through that door.” She added, “I live constantly in the center of two opposite thoughts: the world is ending, the world is about to be born. I am fighting for the latter.”
© 2009 The Women's Media Center All rights reserved.View this story online at: http://www.alternet.org/story/125612/
1 February 2009
A weekend in bed
I know what you're thinking - you're picturing the fantasy - large King bed, New York Times Sunday edition, strawberries, champagne, delectable company and no need to get up, all weekend long.
If that's the fantasy then I might just be living the anti-fantasy (I say anti-fantasy because it really isn't a nightmare.)
I have a cold. Or the flu. Or flu/cold. What I really have is a marching band in my head and a tank parked on my chest. I've had enough hot flashes in the last two days to wonder if I somehow had fast forwarded to menopause.
I have taken to my bed for the weekend in an effort (a vain effort?) to wrestle this thing to the ground so I can get to the city of Obamabuddahjesuskrishna on Tuesday and catch up with Trixie.
A weekend in bed had always seemed like such decadence, a luxury to be desired. Well after 50 hours in bed here's what I can tell you:
1) television sucks. except the Food Network. And they Mystery Network when they run re-runs of Bones and Life.
2) Hockey Night in Canada is a loud show. Especially if you already come with your own marching band in your head.
3) Reading is impossible. When your eyes are so heavy and your brain is floating in fog, you're lucky if you can read the label on the plethora of cold medication at your bedside let alone a novel
4) Writing is also impossible (this is my third attempt at this post)
5) A Queen sized bed is actually large enough to hold me, a box of kleenex, a bag of lozenges, a remote control, my laptop and lip balm. I think that could actually be a selling feature in the future
6) I watched 21 last night. Maybe it's the stuffed head or the fake smoker's cough that distracted me from its brilliance but really, it sucked.
7) Giada DeLaurentis taught me how to make a turkey sausage and Gruyere omelet along with cinnamon waffles with pancetta. If only I had an appetite. Or energy.
8) Casino Royale is playing repeatedly on the Movie Channel and while I don't remember a doctor prescribing Daniel Craig as a cure for what ails me, I swear I do feel better every time I see him (which has been quite a lot in the last two days)
9) Typing this much as exhausted me and so I'm going back to sleep. If I can't live the fantasy here's hoping the cold medication will at least let me dream one.
******
eta - I just received word that my Aunt in Thunder Bay has died. It has been a long journey for her and there is comfort in knowing she is at peace at last. When I'm more coherent I will pay her proper tribute - in the mean time please spare a thought for her family as they begin to figure out what life means without her. xoxo
If that's the fantasy then I might just be living the anti-fantasy (I say anti-fantasy because it really isn't a nightmare.)
I have a cold. Or the flu. Or flu/cold. What I really have is a marching band in my head and a tank parked on my chest. I've had enough hot flashes in the last two days to wonder if I somehow had fast forwarded to menopause.
I have taken to my bed for the weekend in an effort (a vain effort?) to wrestle this thing to the ground so I can get to the city of Obamabuddahjesuskrishna on Tuesday and catch up with Trixie.
A weekend in bed had always seemed like such decadence, a luxury to be desired. Well after 50 hours in bed here's what I can tell you:
1) television sucks. except the Food Network. And they Mystery Network when they run re-runs of Bones and Life.
2) Hockey Night in Canada is a loud show. Especially if you already come with your own marching band in your head.
3) Reading is impossible. When your eyes are so heavy and your brain is floating in fog, you're lucky if you can read the label on the plethora of cold medication at your bedside let alone a novel
4) Writing is also impossible (this is my third attempt at this post)
5) A Queen sized bed is actually large enough to hold me, a box of kleenex, a bag of lozenges, a remote control, my laptop and lip balm. I think that could actually be a selling feature in the future
6) I watched 21 last night. Maybe it's the stuffed head or the fake smoker's cough that distracted me from its brilliance but really, it sucked.
7) Giada DeLaurentis taught me how to make a turkey sausage and Gruyere omelet along with cinnamon waffles with pancetta. If only I had an appetite. Or energy.
8) Casino Royale is playing repeatedly on the Movie Channel and while I don't remember a doctor prescribing Daniel Craig as a cure for what ails me, I swear I do feel better every time I see him (which has been quite a lot in the last two days)
9) Typing this much as exhausted me and so I'm going back to sleep. If I can't live the fantasy here's hoping the cold medication will at least let me dream one.
******
eta - I just received word that my Aunt in Thunder Bay has died. It has been a long journey for her and there is comfort in knowing she is at peace at last. When I'm more coherent I will pay her proper tribute - in the mean time please spare a thought for her family as they begin to figure out what life means without her. xoxo
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