tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9905272497209130762009-07-15T10:30:18.698-07:00northshorewoman"twist me a crown of wind-flowers, that I may fly away!" ~ Christina Rossettinorthshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-68114799583968384822009-06-29T23:14:00.000-07:002009-06-29T23:18:26.787-07:00necklaces and a scarf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkmtmtrfFCI/AAAAAAAADoY/tfLBrVJZsbc/s1600-h/lebanon+june+end+3+034.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkmtmtrfFCI/AAAAAAAADoY/tfLBrVJZsbc/s320/lebanon+june+end+3+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353000512715166754" /></a><br /><br />I have a story about each of the necklaces I am wearing, as well as the scarf, but those stories will have to wait until I get back home in July. Now I understand why traditionally in many oral cultures, including the Finnish tradition, that stories were told in the winter. Too busy in summer!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-6811479958396838482?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-70617113164483958442009-06-23T13:45:00.000-07:002009-06-23T14:05:34.895-07:00Citadel in Tripoli<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFCLVtQfvI/AAAAAAAADoQ/piETOEd3QTA/s1600-h/tripoli+4+072.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFCLVtQfvI/AAAAAAAADoQ/piETOEd3QTA/s320/tripoli+4+072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350630594865823474" /></a><br />first built in 645 C.E.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBa-kEG5I/AAAAAAAADoI/PL3vEMI-smc/s1600-h/tripoli+4+090.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBa-kEG5I/AAAAAAAADoI/PL3vEMI-smc/s320/tripoli+4+090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629764019526546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBapJupOI/AAAAAAAADoA/1MsTFnGmu2o/s1600-h/tripoli+4+089.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBapJupOI/AAAAAAAADoA/1MsTFnGmu2o/s320/tripoli+4+089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629758271923426" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBaXp6IfI/AAAAAAAADn4/6-vQEFpbms0/s1600-h/tripoli+4+076.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBaXp6IfI/AAAAAAAADn4/6-vQEFpbms0/s320/tripoli+4+076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629753575055858" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBaAr_W2I/AAAAAAAADno/g0H-Vwxv2a4/s1600-h/tripoli+4+064.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkFBaAr_W2I/AAAAAAAADno/g0H-Vwxv2a4/s320/tripoli+4+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629747409771362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkE_G8-d6iI/AAAAAAAADng/8h5dScl4lYY/s1600-h/tripoli+4+062.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SkE_G8-d6iI/AAAAAAAADng/8h5dScl4lYY/s320/tripoli+4+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350627220972759586" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-7061711316448395844?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-69326728979802844502009-05-30T01:38:00.000-07:002009-05-30T02:24:15.799-07:00the farthest East I have been<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbxqBNtI/AAAAAAAADnY/Ju_wax9ad6U/s1600-h/bahrain+013.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbxqBNtI/AAAAAAAADnY/Ju_wax9ad6U/s320/bahrain+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534617549747922" /></a><br />We arrived in Bahrain earlier this week. We left Beirut Airport, flying with Bahrain Airlines, first over Jordan and then Saudi Arabia. If we have time when we get back to Lebanon, we might take a bus trip to Damascus, Syria. Or, if my relatives insist, as they have, it will have to be a car trip. We'll see how much we can fit in; I'm not to go to Byblos or Baalbek until my sister-in-law arrives in Lebanon. Wait, she said. As my husband and I flew across the skies over the desert, looking down out the plane window was like seeing through a veil of sand. Just a hint of the ever present sand/dust that hangs sometimes imperceptibly and other times quite visibly in the air. Sunglasses are a good idea for morning walks. It does not rain now here in Bahrain so the sand dust hangs around. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbllN7pI/AAAAAAAADnQ/na5sRpCV15E/s1600-h/bahrain+020.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbllN7pI/AAAAAAAADnQ/na5sRpCV15E/s320/bahrain+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534614308384402" /></a><br />Once out of the air conditioning of Manama Airport, I knew I was going to need a few days to adjust to the heat. Oh, my. Sounds like a cliche, but it's oh so true: like walking into an oven. Oh, my. I think I said that to myself 20x before entering the refreshing air conditioning of my sister-in-law's Jeep. I hate air conditioning--but not here. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbezeRyI/AAAAAAAADnI/-EJTvaMPCF4/s1600-h/bahrain+011.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbezeRyI/AAAAAAAADnI/-EJTvaMPCF4/s320/bahrain+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534612489127714" /></a><br />Of course, the heat is unbearable only for a northerner like me, whose genes for millenia have been programmed to survive the cold. Heat? What I have come to know as hot is the next person's day to put on their wool toque and sweater. I'm sure the legions of Indian workers that fill Manama find what I would call oppressive heat, quite lovely. Milder than India. Indeed, from out the window, I noticed an Indian man walking, wearing a warm scarf wrapped around his neck--in 40 plus temperature. Without a bead of sweat to give away any discomfort. All the women encased in black abayas and hijabs and at time niqab don't betray any discomfort with the heat, either. And the traffic and cars, which I find constant and congested, the Indian workers I'm sure would find a relief from what they left behind in India. So, it is all relative. My congestion, another person's ease. My difficult heat wave, another person's pleasant day. My dilemma of what to wear to stay cool, not a dilemma.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbVPWTdI/AAAAAAAADnA/vDb2QQctqJM/s1600-h/bahrain+009.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbVPWTdI/AAAAAAAADnA/vDb2QQctqJM/s320/bahrain+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534609921691090" /></a><br />I spent the first 2 days inside, sitting on the couch, feeling slightly queasy, moving more slowly, and falling asleep like a stone way before my bed time, then waking up late in the morning, oversleeping, feeling groggy and bleary. Such is my northern embodiment. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbBiIwWI/AAAAAAAADm4/UV0_vDCC_Rk/s1600-h/bahrain+007.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SiDxbBiIwWI/AAAAAAAADm4/UV0_vDCC_Rk/s320/bahrain+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534604631785826" /></a><br />Yesterday, however--thankfully--I perked up, came back to my "real self" and with my husband and his sister, went to the beach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-6932672897980284450?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-17604178101448173972009-05-23T03:18:00.000-07:002009-05-23T03:33:51.624-07:00Taynal Mosque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7laWpdI/AAAAAAAADms/M5NcZBvFNug/s1600-h/tripoli+3+087.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7laWpdI/AAAAAAAADms/M5NcZBvFNug/s400/tripoli+3+087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338963406321264082" /></a><br />one of the gates to the <a href="http://www.policultura.it/cd/medina/ita/74_278_man_si_audio.html#">Taynal Mosque</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO6y7L1XI/AAAAAAAADmA/gSiAv2qrEz4/s1600-h/tripoli+3+088.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO6y7L1XI/AAAAAAAADmA/gSiAv2qrEz4/s400/tripoli+3+088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338963392768759154" /></a><br />the city of Tripoli outside the gates of the Mosque<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7d7MTBI/AAAAAAAADmg/LeFUQbWo0ms/s1600-h/tripoli+3+085.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7d7MTBI/AAAAAAAADmg/LeFUQbWo0ms/s400/tripoli+3+085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338963404311514130" /></a><br />by the gate, before you enter<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7Jhlc_I/AAAAAAAADmU/FxDWhMeV5Ns/s1600-h/tripoli+3+093.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO7Jhlc_I/AAAAAAAADmU/FxDWhMeV5Ns/s400/tripoli+3+093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338963398835401714" /></a><br />lamp on the way to the front doors, where the dead bodies are prayed over.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO6-pmeDI/AAAAAAAADmI/0aFaH4GpahI/s1600-h/tripoli+3+090.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShfO6-pmeDI/AAAAAAAADmI/0aFaH4GpahI/s400/tripoli+3+090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338963395916232754" /></a><br />I have a story about entering through the doors of the Mosque, which I will tell you later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-1760417810144817397?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-79362126852841588372009-05-17T13:50:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:03:17.956-07:00a morning walk in BishmezzineI have only been in Lebanon for 4 days, but I can whole-heartedly say that everyone should come to this wonderful country! Of course, I am staying in one of the most interesting places filled with the most interesting, hospitable, and genuinely friendly people, and, of course, excellent food. My days are full with so much to write down but too busy doing interesting things to find the time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6floDseI/AAAAAAAADk4/UaziQ1LWYmI/s1600-h/lebanon+1+029.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6floDseI/AAAAAAAADk4/UaziQ1LWYmI/s400/lebanon+1+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900241528697314" /></a><br />View from the balcony outside my bedroom. It is night now as I write this. The sound of hundreds of croaking frogs are broken by the crying howls of hyenas coming from somewhere under these tall old pines. Behind the pines are the mountains.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fn2fDTI/AAAAAAAADlA/TadaAbv39gc/s1600-h/lebanon+1+053.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fn2fDTI/AAAAAAAADlA/TadaAbv39gc/s400/lebanon+1+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900242126081330" /></a><br />On Saturday morning, I went for an early morning walk with my husband. These yellow sun-button flowers graced the ground beneath a grove of old olive trees. Geckos slithered quickly out of our footfall. The occasional lizard popped its head over a stone wall. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_imMzAjI/AAAAAAAADlQ/In3P2LzbJBA/s1600-h/lebanon+1+049.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_imMzAjI/AAAAAAAADlQ/In3P2LzbJBA/s400/lebanon+1+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905790780539442" /></a><br />The sun is hot first thing in the morning and in a different place in the sky than I am used to (as a northerner), so it is disorienting. I thought it was 11 am when I looked up in the sky and I asked my husband, How long have we been walking? We'd better get back. We promised your brother and his wife to go with them to a luncheon. My husband looked at his watch and said, it's only 9 am. We've got lot's of time. The dappled shade under the olive trees is inviting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_ihxBLaI/AAAAAAAADlY/uN57nfbpbpI/s1600-h/lebanon+1+050.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_ihxBLaI/AAAAAAAADlY/uN57nfbpbpI/s400/lebanon+1+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905789590285730" /></a><br />Many of the olive trees are hundreds of years old. Now is not the time to watch salt intake when delicious olives abound! I've eaten the best olives... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fgUabtI/AAAAAAAADko/bUBnVMkEFeI/s1600-h/lebanon+1+060.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fgUabtI/AAAAAAAADko/bUBnVMkEFeI/s400/lebanon+1+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900240104124114" /></a><br />...and the best oranges. Fresh oranges right off the tree for breakfast or a snack. The fields around me are full of orange trees, olive trees, grapevines, pear trees, mulberry trees, fig trees, peach trees, walnut trees, almond trees, and trees bearing small juicy apricot-colored fruit with 3 large brown stone pits that I have no name for in English. The mulberries stain your fingers a deep purple. My mother-in-law makes a cooling drink from the mulberry juice. My sister-in-law makes a cooling refreshing drink from sour orange-like fruit. My husband's cousin gave me a glass of refreshing drink made from orange blossoms when my brother-in-law brought me there on his moped for introductions on the way to his house to met his wife's sisters. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fiGZyvI/AAAAAAAADkw/IjIkRocY5f0/s1600-h/lebanon+1+061.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6fiGZyvI/AAAAAAAADkw/IjIkRocY5f0/s400/lebanon+1+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900240582232818" /></a><br />The pomegranates are beginning their bloom and will be ready late in summer. My brother-in-law told me it is a very messy process to make pomegranate syrup, very sticky and gooey so he's always looking for someone to help with this. I said, I won't be here then, so I can't help. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_i_tHDsI/AAAAAAAADlo/-RoGcaBoMB4/s1600-h/lebanon+1+095.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_i_tHDsI/AAAAAAAADlo/-RoGcaBoMB4/s400/lebanon+1+095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905797626957506" /></a><br />Old widower uncle who lives alone dries fava beans on the floor of his patio. I'll tell you more about his 150 year old house later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_jHd7WnI/AAAAAAAADlw/SVEc2P1q918/s1600-h/lebanon+1+081.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_jHd7WnI/AAAAAAAADlw/SVEc2P1q918/s400/lebanon+1+081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905799710759538" /></a><br />There are roses everywhere. Old uncle widower, my sister-in-law, and many other inhabitants of Bishmezzine are collecting rose petals now to make rose water soon. I will post a post on roses and making rose water later. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_i1syyFI/AAAAAAAADlg/56zobx_tGG0/s1600-h/lebanon+1+069.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB_i1syyFI/AAAAAAAADlg/56zobx_tGG0/s400/lebanon+1+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905794941274194" /></a><br />On our walk, my husband and I passed this old sanctuary on the way back home. It is just up the road from where the Turkish artist, Atta, lives.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShCF3bEZQ5I/AAAAAAAADl4/JnjA2W0fG98/s1600-h/lebanon+1+071.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShCF3bEZQ5I/AAAAAAAADl4/JnjA2W0fG98/s400/lebanon+1+071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336912745639527314" /></a><br />He's been here since the 70s. He invited us in to his studio home on the corner after shouting out to my husband, "Are you Omar's brother?" (in Arabic) as we walked past his place. After showing us his portfolio, he wanted to make us some tea but we said as we had a lunch invitation in Tripoli, we had to hurry back. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6f-ZjKlI/AAAAAAAADlI/lcoVQSj9VJU/s1600-h/lebanon+1+065.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/ShB6f-ZjKlI/AAAAAAAADlI/lcoVQSj9VJU/s400/lebanon+1+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900248178731602" /></a><br />A rusty sign hidden behind gardenia and jasmine bushes tells travelers where the sanctuary is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-7936212685284158837?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-81518506294619053922009-05-15T03:36:00.000-07:002009-05-15T03:48:33.699-07:00from thunder bay to beirut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sg1HAVMmjYI/AAAAAAAADkg/MgRnVLeFa-I/s1600-h/Beirut+habeeb+dot+com.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sg1HAVMmjYI/AAAAAAAADkg/MgRnVLeFa-I/s400/Beirut+habeeb+dot+com.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335999204519480706" /></a><br />photo from <a href="http://www.habeeb.com/lebanon.photos.09.beirut.html">habeeb.com</a><br /><br />I arrived at Beirut airport via wonderful Air France yesterday. No time for the beach yet; we only zipped by the beaches on our way up the coastal highway north to<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tripoli,_Lebanon"> Tripoli</a>, and from there to a quiet spot in the countryside called<a href="http://www.bishmezzine.com/"> Bishmezzine</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-8151850629461905392?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-23484365697482310312009-05-08T15:54:00.000-07:002009-05-08T16:03:49.896-07:00angel A and B<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgS4YutFJ0I/AAAAAAAADjw/SP6gu2docDQ/s1600-h/garden+005.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgS4YutFJ0I/AAAAAAAADjw/SP6gu2docDQ/s400/garden+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333590593706993474" /></a><br />Angel A lives in my garden. She's tiny and unobtrusive, peeks past the birch bark lying alongside the pink astilbes that have yet to surface out of the recently thawed earth. Angel A is just a piece of plastic but she's quite charming. Hardly anyone notices her, though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgS4YzHjvMI/AAAAAAAADj4/yxVdzRpSHnQ/s1600-h/garden+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgS4YzHjvMI/AAAAAAAADj4/yxVdzRpSHnQ/s400/garden+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333590594891791554" /></a><br />Angel B also lives in my garden. She heard that it's going down to -1 tonight so she's decided to go back to sleep.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-2348436569748231031?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-51981830987269119152009-05-07T08:09:00.000-07:002009-05-07T08:58:40.831-07:00Obama is a brand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgL9APS-3CI/AAAAAAAADjo/VRcxlenil04/s1600-h/obama+ny+fashion.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgL9APS-3CI/AAAAAAAADjo/VRcxlenil04/s400/obama+ny+fashion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333103089308064802" /></a><br />image from <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/02/this_obama_shirt_is_going_to_b.html">New York Fashion</a><br /><br />Branding human flesh has a long history, <a href="http://books.google.ca/books?id=N0MDOY6XvhUC&pg=PA88&lpg=PA88&dq=slaves+branding&source=bl&ots=hIgjBsSDJX&sig=Q2DA4k2vukXxl-1Z9nW2Vb5cfpI&hl=en&ei=vQMDSrOTFp7aswOmyuDuAQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=10">including as part of early Christianity</a> and predates the colonization of "the new world." In the days of slavery and the plantation economy of colonial capitalism, enslaved people were considered less than human by those who claimed themselves to be superior. Horrifically, some African Americans were branded like animals, that is, literally, their flesh was branded and burned with the mark of the person who was exploiting their labour and lives, that is, the person who thought he or she owned their lives and bodies. They were branded to show possession and sometimes for punishment for running away.<br /><br />Today, the idea and practice of branding has changed. Now, many of us willingly brand ourselves. Some literally get symbols <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNAnOCt1Ox0">burned into their flesh</a> to show their supposed renegade lifestyles or make a statement on their supposed uniqueness. But for many more of us, we symbolically brand ourselves, and we do that with a passion that we defend. We become walking billboards for corporations, doing the work of advertising their products (see, for example, Collections on the <a href="http://www.parasuco.com/">Parasuco site</a>). <br /><br />But not only people brand themselves, institutions (like universities) and countries do, too. <br /><br />Obama may be the first African American man to become the US president, but he is also an industry, an image, and a symbolic brand. From small time entrepreneurs looking for <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/ismyhomeboy/about">their piece of the Obama brand</a> or marketing service vendors helping to get the Obama brand into the White House door via <a href="http://www.barackobama-shirts.com/">t-shirts, mugs and magnets</a>, to the heart of the US itself: neo-liberal corporate capitalism, the cult of Obama offers consumer-citizens new pleasures of illusion. Chris Hedges has written an excellent piece "<a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/05/04">Buying Brand Obama</a>", which I have excerpted below, but should be read in its entirety: <br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Brand Obama offers us an image that appears radically individualistic and new. It inoculates us from seeing that the old engines of corporate power and the vast military-industrial complex continue to plunder the country. Corporations, which control our politics, no longer produce products that are essentially different, but brands that are different. Brand Obama does not threaten the core of the corporate state any more than did Brand George W. Bush. The Bush brand collapsed. We became immune to its studied folksiness. We saw through its artifice. This is a common deflation in the world of advertising. So we have been given a new Obama brand with an exciting and faintly erotic appeal. Benetton and Calvin Klein were the precursors to the Obama brand, using ads to associate themselves with risqué art and progressive politics. It gave their products an edge. But the goal, as with all brands, was to make passive consumers mistake a brand with an experience." </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-5198183098726911915?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-82260977277707226972009-05-06T07:52:00.000-07:002009-05-06T08:43:25.063-07:00pussywillows in spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkx_2mYrI/AAAAAAAADjg/MXMQDCwYoVc/s1600-h/May+wk+1+2009+025.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkx_2mYrI/AAAAAAAADjg/MXMQDCwYoVc/s400/May+wk+1+2009+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332724612644364978" /></a><br />Every spring, my father used to bring home a bunch of pussywillows when he came back from an early season fishing trip with the men. My sisters and I always looked forward to this simple gift. So, I thought I should continue this tradition of bringing home a bunch of pussywillows. I used to bring some home regularly when my kids were little, but now that they're adults, I got out of the habit. But I think I'll start this spring ritual again. <br /><br />I put the pussywillows in the blue vase my mother bought me a few years back on my birthday. The nice thing about pussywillows is that they don't need any water to stay fresh. Just put them in a vase. My sister, Katja, said, "you should hang colourful thread on them." Was she thinking of <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13124119@N00/2359502990/">virvon varvon</a></span>? When George, an elderly Anishnabe fellow who I see down by the creek sometimes, saw me carrying my bunch of pussywillows home, he said, "When I was little, we used to paint the pussywillows all kinds of colours." I wondered if this is what they taught him at <a href="http://www.afn.ca/residentialschools/history.html">residential school</a>, when the nuns, priests and teachers <a href="http://freethesaurus.net/s.php?q=inculcate&btnM=Search">inculcated</a> the students with Easter. He told me his father is dead now, too. In the happy hunting grounds, he laughed. Maybe they're both up there, he laughed. Maybe they are, I said. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkw5r174I/AAAAAAAADjI/_kru3E11lqE/s1600-h/May+wk+1+2009+005.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkw5r174I/AAAAAAAADjI/_kru3E11lqE/s400/May+wk+1+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332724593808764802" /></a><br />I picked the pussywillows from the small bush beside the pond that is beside the lake, while I was out walking Musti and Tassu the other day. In the field on the other side of the pond, we saw the entrance to a critter's home. You won't be able to walk through this field in the summer, only in the spring when the grass, wildflowers, weeds, and burrs have not yet taken over. Musti's tail is already full of old burrs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkwgl6nRI/AAAAAAAADjA/iEQgpleenuM/s1600-h/May+wk+1+2009+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkwgl6nRI/AAAAAAAADjA/iEQgpleenuM/s400/May+wk+1+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332724587073019154" /></a><br />Musti also found another critter's entrance, but this one was much bigger. She and Tassu were sniffing and snorting around that hole, trying to get their snouts inside. Perhaps it's the home of a groundhog, with tunnels under the earth under those old boards left abandoned many years ago. There's all kinds of industrial junk in that field. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkw-xcvoI/AAAAAAAADjQ/MjMsHTUhceA/s1600-h/May+wk+1+2009+016.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SgGkw-xcvoI/AAAAAAAADjQ/MjMsHTUhceA/s400/May+wk+1+2009+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332724595174456962" /></a><br />[click to enlarge]<br /><br />Lakeside of the pond, in the shallows of the bay, the blue heron was out fishing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-8226097727770722697?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-28597008555648204292009-05-04T09:55:00.000-07:002009-05-04T10:30:44.453-07:00a trumpeter swan flew<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fakOGz1I/AAAAAAAADiY/Zot9W3fJnDk/s1600-h/ducks+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fakOGz1I/AAAAAAAADiY/Zot9W3fJnDk/s400/ducks+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332015025089859410" /></a><br />over my head the other day as I walked over the overpass. I've been <a href="http://northshorewoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/ritual.html">searching for a sight of a swan</a> since I found out from under my floorboards that <a href="http://northshorewoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/fluttering-of-homeless-bird.html">we do get swans migrating</a> through. The swan trumpeted loudly as it flew directly over my head, startling me. It was loud. But I hadn't expect it to come looking for me and so I wasn't expecting to see it, and so I was so surprised to see it, and it was flying so fast out towards the harbour, that all I have to show you is the harbour. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enn2rWzI/AAAAAAAADh4/MzIqVfrNpr0/s1600-h/ducks+021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enn2rWzI/AAAAAAAADh4/MzIqVfrNpr0/s400/ducks+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014149892004658" /></a><br />The ice miraculously disappeared the next day. You can see the overpass in the far left background. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enTYzneI/AAAAAAAADhw/_g5st5F5AFo/s1600-h/ducks+008.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enTYzneI/AAAAAAAADhw/_g5st5F5AFo/s400/ducks+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014144398007778" /></a><br />That ice out past the point--it's gone now. Disappeared over night. I have to keep repeating that because it's so surprising to me. We've had a long cold winter. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8kg6C-1eI/AAAAAAAADi4/7t_B5T9oDeY/s1600-h/groundhog+011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8kg6C-1eI/AAAAAAAADi4/7t_B5T9oDeY/s400/groundhog+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332020631586133474" /></a><br />Early in the morning, however, depending on what the temperature dipped to at night, you might see a thin skin of ice by the shore. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fas8kneI/AAAAAAAADiQ/OMJeWcURp64/s1600-h/ducks+027.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fas8kneI/AAAAAAAADiQ/OMJeWcURp64/s400/ducks+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332015027432234466" /></a><br />A small red squirrel has come out of its hiding hole by the viewing platform. Behind it, you can see the old train caboose, painted orange, which is not its original colour, and a corner of the old train station, no longer used for trains. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fa8JMCZI/AAAAAAAADig/cWVEf1EoSss/s1600-h/groundhog+009.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fa8JMCZI/AAAAAAAADig/cWVEf1EoSss/s400/groundhog+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332015031511681426" /></a><br />The squirrel shares ground with the groundhog, who has dug a tunnel under the rocks deep into the earth. But I imagine the groundhog gets to have its say first as <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8kgkb0c_I/AAAAAAAADiw/8R1mA6ZRW6E/s1600-h/groundhog+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8kgkb0c_I/AAAAAAAADiw/8R1mA6ZRW6E/s400/groundhog+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332020625784730610" /></a><br />have you seen the size of its claws? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fskGhoRI/AAAAAAAADio/eukh9BHCbHA/s1600-h/groundhog+040.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8fskGhoRI/AAAAAAAADio/eukh9BHCbHA/s400/groundhog+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332015334295707922" /></a><br />Walking back up the trail. Upriver. The creek is full of snow melt now. Lots of anglers on its shores in the morning, casting for speckled trout. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enfW8dMI/AAAAAAAADho/62XleGtRiDE/s1600-h/ducks+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sf8enfW8dMI/AAAAAAAADho/62XleGtRiDE/s400/ducks+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332014147611423938" /></a><br />Down river. An old Victorian claw foot bathtub recycled. Filled with earth now. It will be blooming soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-2859700855564820429?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-87207987330209099692009-05-01T08:35:00.000-07:002009-05-01T09:22:07.586-07:00doggy stroller<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfsW_HXF91I/AAAAAAAADhg/Qgp4Kk_5Y24/s1600-h/doggy+stroller.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfsW_HXF91I/AAAAAAAADhg/Qgp4Kk_5Y24/s400/doggy+stroller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879857486591826" /></a><br /><br />I saw this doggy stroller advertised in a Walmart flyer a while back, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Actually it says "pet stroller," so I guess it is meant for dogs, cats, <a href="http://www.pigs4ever.com/">pigs</a> (I had a friend once who had a pet pig inside her home, and carried its photo in her wallet), <a href="http://home.wanadoo.nl/defret/">ferrets </a> (I saw someone walking a ferret on a leash not that long ago and the ferret was acting like a ferret, that is, acting wild!) and other animals, <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070614122025AA0LuIM">even wild animals</a> that we in North America decide we want as pets. I admit, our family has had a pet dog, a gecko, a series of cats, birds, 2 rabbits, pigeons, fish, and 3 turtles. And one of my sons had <a href="http://www.antfarmcentral.com/">an ant farm </a>at some point. <br /><br />We in North America are the ultimate consumers of ridiculous, wasteful stuff that has caused environmental and species destruction. Our homes are full of the stuff that we buy which we no sooner get it, then it's out of style, so in "our generosity" we give to the Sally Ann or March of Dimes, or throw it in the garbage. The pet industry is huge. The pet box store in our city is huge. No lack of stuff to buy for your pet no matter what it is. <br /><br />Sometimes out on my walk at the waterfront I see a big golden lab that has only 3 legs. It seems to be hopping along fine and is not bothered by its missing leg. <br /><br />Why on earth would a dog need a stroller? Or a cat? Or is it for the owner?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-8720798733020909969?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-52293625450534501522009-04-29T15:18:00.000-07:002009-04-29T15:50:52.645-07:00Exposing Jason Kenney<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvJnhduU57Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvJnhduU57Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">No One Is Illegal Toronto</span> Confronts Jason Kenney, Minister of Immigration Canada<br /><br />Jason Kenney, Canada's Minister of Multiculturalism, Citizenship, and Immigration, who banned George Galloway from entering Canada, who axed millions of dollars of government funding for language classes for Arab Canadians, who supports the apartheid policies of Israel, who condemns the democratically elected government of the Palestinians as a terrorist organization, who has been busy criminalizing immigrant communities, who has been detaining and deporting migrant workers, is exposed. <br /><br />One of my Toronto Facebook friends has posted this videoclip from No One is Illegal. I was thrilled to see these folks engaged in this much needed activism to expose the racist and increasingly problematic policies of Kenney. What drain is Canada going down? <br /><br />No one is Illegal has renamed Kenney the much deserved moniker of Minister of Censorship and Deportation, and rightly accuse him of furthering racism and xenophobia. <br /><br />Kenney arbitrarily takes power into his own hands, deciding in authoritarian fashion what should be done, and then goes about in his neo-con narrow mind way and does it. On the No One is Illegal site, S.K. Hussan and Mac Scott expose <a href="http://toronto.nooneisillegal.org/node/300">Jason Kenney's Doublespeak</a>: <br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">It is hard to write an article about Conservative Immigration Minister Jason Kenney's attacks on Canadian racialized communities. As soon as one draft is complete, Kenney is at it again, spinning new lies and venting hateful rhetoric. In a federal cabinet chock-a-block with unsavory characters, Kenney stands first in line. Kenney has expanded his use of arbitrary power and has moved with stealth to significantly reduce the number of family-class immigrants applying from countries of the Global South. While on the one hand Kenney and the Conservatives portray themselves as the friend of immigrant communities, their administrative edicts to Citizenship and Immigration Canada and legislative changes have resulted in the door being shut on immigrants' hands.</span>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-5229362545053450152?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-30719032823813680122009-04-28T08:09:00.000-07:002009-04-28T09:25:57.724-07:00The house that Pithers built<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfchF7clFZI/AAAAAAAADhQ/_RIZbM6RaZM/s1600-h/fort+frances+museum+pithers+house.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfchF7clFZI/AAAAAAAADhQ/_RIZbM6RaZM/s400/fort+frances+museum+pithers+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765069756896658" /></a><br /> circa 1900. photo <a href="http://www.virtualmuseum.ca/pm.php?id=record_detail&fl=0&lg=English&ex=237&rd=119461&hs=0">Fort Frances online museum </a>archives. <br /><br />This is the house that Pithers built. He built the house on the place called Couchiching, a powerful place used for governance meetings, spiritual rituals, sustenance, and socialization by the Anishnaabek, as well as their ancestors, the Black Duck and Laurel peoples. <br /><br />Of course, Pithers, holding the status of Indian Agent, wouldn't have built the house by his own bare hands. Most likely, like most colonial administrators and "leaders," he used the exploited labour of the indigenous people to build the very buildings that would come to oppress them (I saw the evidence of this when I was in Puebla, Mexico. The massive awesome golden cathedrals of the Spanish colonizers were not only built by the labour of the Indigenous peoples by also with the Indigenous people's resources, such as their gold. Further, this is still true in Palestine today. The Palestinians often are hired to build the very structures that Israel will use to continue their oppression, including the Apartheid Wall and the settlements in the West Bank). <br /><br />Pithers had his house built beside the Indian Agency building(s), which had been put on the land called Couchiching. This is a common practice of all colonial governments striving for takeover and control. They take the places that are central to the indigenous peoples--especially sacred places--and put their colonial institutions right on top of them. Couchiching of the Anishnaabek, the meeting of the waters, where the land narrows, became known by the settler-colonials as Pither's Point, which it is called today by many who do not know that it is in fact called Couchiching. <br /><br />Couchiching was christened Pither's Point to place a new history on an old land--no, more than that: to place a new history on an old land whose original meanings and peoples had to be discredited and dispossessed for that new history to become predominant, to be made superior. Couchiching was where the fledgling Canadian government administered the Indian Act through its representative, the Indian Agent, who during the time of colonial expansion, land grab, the "civilizing mission," and the making of Treaties, was Pithers. <br /><br />Pithers, who had once been employed by the Hudson's Bay Co., became involved with colonial government administration through the making of Treaties, upon which he was then appointed Indian Agent for Fort Frances. After him, came a guy named John P. Wright, who was the Indian Agent who, along with another multi-tasking colonial patriarch, McKenzie, worked hard to transform the Indian agency site on Pither's Point into a park for the settler-colonials of the town of Fort Frances. Indeed, the town, which had been at some point called St. Francis and Fort St. Pierre before that, and which was built beside the Hudson's Bay Company fort, was built on land that was, and is, of course, a spiritual meeting/dwelling place called Couchiching. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfcmzEI02aI/AAAAAAAADhY/0Hi50Go_t4k/s1600-h/fort+frances+pithers+bingorage.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfcmzEI02aI/AAAAAAAADhY/0Hi50Go_t4k/s400/fort+frances+pithers+bingorage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329771342742215074" /></a><br />Old photo of previous Burial Mound at Couchiching when Indian Agent Pithers lived on this piece of land. (next post I will tell you where I found this photo) <br /><br />Did Pithers and the settler-colonials know that this land was sacred, a place where multiple levels of existence convened, before they put their buildings on it and claimed ownership of it? Of course they did. There were a number of burial mounds at Couchiching, one of which was extant when Pithers built his house. He used it for his root cellar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-3071903282381368012?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-72784314495135517292009-04-26T09:16:00.000-07:002009-04-26T10:21:55.686-07:00a pelican surprise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSTtWnEvfI/AAAAAAAADg4/SnP3x1j2aiY/s1600-h/pelican+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSTtWnEvfI/AAAAAAAADg4/SnP3x1j2aiY/s400/pelican+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329046666459004402" /></a><br />I saw this pelican family today when I was out walking Martti's dogs, Musti and Tassu. They were in the bay beyond the security fence. To get there you have to pass this old <a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sluice">sluice</a>. The old logs bordering it have years of moss covering them, cat tails choke its opening to Lake Superior, and birch trees grow though its mossy banks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSQNHiovxI/AAAAAAAADgo/Zwd3LEBSoxs/s1600-h/pelican+013.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSQNHiovxI/AAAAAAAADgo/Zwd3LEBSoxs/s400/pelican+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329042814123163410" /></a><br />[click to enlarge]<br /><br />The pelicans were sunning themselves in a spot of water surrounded by ice, ring-billed gulls and a paddle of mallards. <br /><br />Because they were at a distance, and because I wasn't expecting to see pelicans, I first thought the birds were a family of large gulls. But then when I compared them to the gulls around them, I surmised, Oh my goodness! Pelicans! Of course, my camera does not capture close-ups, so my pelican photos are not as <a href="http://my.opera.com/cakkleberrylane/blog/2009/03/27/white-pelicans">clear as others</a>'. <br /><br />As I stood on the edge of the bank, a herring gull fearlessly flew in to terrorize the pelican family. Up the pelicans flew, and round and round they glided and bunched together in the sky, chased by the herring gull, who was doing its best to try and clip their wings. The aerial chase looked like a sky ballet, with a bit of drama. Although heavy and clumsy looking, in flight, this family of pelicans were elegant. The pelicans pretended to fly off to the east, but soon circled back and down, down, down, they settled themselves, right back to the exact water spot where they had been. <br /><br />I saw my first pelican of the spring in Sand Bay at Couchiching in the Fort Frances region last weekend, which I told you about. That pelican was solitary; this was a family. Mom and dad pelican had large bumps on their beaks, the 3 others were juveniles, somewhat smaller in size with less bumpier bumpy beaks. The large bumps on the beaks of the mom and dad pelican are season specific: <br /><br />"<a href="http://www.northern.edu/natsource/birds/americ1.htm">During the breeding season</a>, <span style="font-style:italic;">both males and females develop a 3 inch by 3 inch (7.6 by 7.6 cm) bump on the top of their large beak. This conspicuous growth, which evidently indicates the bird's interest in breeding, is shed by the end of the breeding season</span>." <br /><br />The bird vision of pelican is spontaneity. Respond immediately to new challenges and opportunities, says Pelican when it comes into view. That is according to the <span style="font-style:italic;">Bird Signs Guidance & Wisdom From Our Feathered Friends 52 Cards & Book</span> by G.G. Carbone and Mary Ruzika. Look skyward for inspiration. The answers may be revealed at night. Drink more water; eat some fish. Pelicans have a keen instinct to know when to move before the tide changes. Don't get stuck in routine! Get some drama in your life! Toss aside your schedule and go have some pelican fun. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSTsrU5XNI/AAAAAAAADgw/Z_FcN-basN0/s1600-h/pelican+009.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfSTsrU5XNI/AAAAAAAADgw/Z_FcN-basN0/s400/pelican+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329046654840036562" /></a><br />...after my marking. And my taxes. And preparing a course. Then, I will take up the pelican call....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-7278431449513551729?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-67218786028628305902009-04-24T20:12:00.000-07:002009-04-24T21:51:32.893-07:00what's the wordle on colonization?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfKWD0RXbLI/AAAAAAAADgY/S_J1Zo48Pi0/s1600-h/wordle+5.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SfKWD0RXbLI/AAAAAAAADgY/S_J1Zo48Pi0/s400/wordle+5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328486301447974066" /></a><br /><br />Next month, I am teaching an online course, Identities and Cultures of Digital Technologies. During my online researching today, I came across wordles. Wordles are simply randomized arrangements of words, like a digital crossword puzzle but the letters don't cross, so it's simply a digital word puzzle. You can go on <a href="http://www.wordle.net/">Wordle</a> and make your own. I made a <a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/780190/colonization">wordle on colonization</a> using the following text:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">After 1873, Canada, through its Department of Indian Affairs, undermined traditional<br />governance, outlawed traditional religion and substituted the authority of its Indian Agent After 1873, Ontario appropriated control and administration of off-reserve resources on which traditional Anishinaabe governance had been based<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-6721878602862830590?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-50263748520552015912009-04-24T11:19:00.000-07:002009-04-24T11:39:11.241-07:00swept under the rug: Western hypocrisyAdrian Hamilton has written a thoughtful Opinion piece in the Independent about Ahmedinejad's UN address for Durban II. I hyperlinked to the address, too, so you can read the text of what Ahmedinejad said. And what he said is not lies, racism, outrageous, or anti-Semitic. He was talking about power, colonialism, imperialism, racism, economics, arrogance, and hypocrisy as instigated by Western powers. Hamilton asks, how can the western powers-that-be label Ahmedinejad's address anti-Semitic when they didn't listen to it? Is this what we teach our children? To make up their minds before reading or hearing something and make judgments blindly? Like Hamilton states, much of what Ahmedinejad said is the stuff of classrooms; you may not agree with all of it, and you may find parts of it contentious, but it is worth a discussion. Or is the West not interested in examining its role in creating racism and its own hypocrisy? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/adrian-hamilton/adrian-hamilton-walking-out-on-ahmadinejad-was-just-plain-childish-1672580.html">Walking Out on Ahmadinejad was Just Plain Childish</a><br /><br />What are we trying to say? That any mention of Israel is now barred?<br /><br />by Adrian Hamilton<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Isn't it time western diplomats just grew up and stopped these infantile games over President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad? All that this play-acting over boycotting of conferences because of his presence and walking out because of his words achieves is to flatter his ego, boost his poll ratings at home and play into the hands of an Israel that is desperate to prove Iran the gravest threat to its existence.<br /><br />True, Iran's President is not the world's most endearing character. Some of the things he says are certainly contentious. But he is far from the most offensive leader on the block at the moment. With Silvio Berlusconi sounding off about women and sex, and Nicolas Sarkozy sounding off about everything from the quality of his fellow leaders to the unsuitability of Muslims to join the civilised nations, and a Polish president, Lech Kaczynski, giving his views on gays, Europe could claim its fair share of premiers who should not be allowed out in public.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.foreignpolicyjournal.com/2009/04/21/full-text-of-president-ahmadinejads-remarks-at-un-conference-on-racism/">Read Ahmadinejad's address at the UN conference on racism in Geneva</a> [hyperlink added] this week and there is little to surprise and a certain amount to be agreed with. His accusations against the imperial powers for what they did with colonial rule and the business of slavery is pretty much part of the school curriculum now. His anger at the way the economic crisis originated in the West but has hit worst the innocent of the developing world would find a ready echo (and did) among most of the delegates.<br /><br />It was not for this, however, that the countries of Europe and North America gathered up their skirts and walked out of Ahmadinejad's peroration. The UK's ambassador to the UN in Geneva, Peter Gooderham, rather gave the game away when he said afterwards: "As soon as President Ahmadinejad started talking about Israel, that was the cue for us to walk out. We agreed in advance that if there was any such rhetoric there would be no tolerance for it." The Iranian leader, he went on to say, was guilty of anti-Semitisim.<br /><br />Just how you can accuse a man of anti-Semitisim when you haven't stayed to hear him talk is one of those questions which the Foreign Office no doubt trains its diplomats to explain. But what basically was our representative trying to say here? That any mention of the word Israel is barred from international discussions? That the mere mention of it is enough to have the Western governments combine to still it? In fact, Ahmadinejad's speech was not anti-Semitic, not in the strict sense of the word. Nowhere in his speech did he mention his oft-quoted suggestion that Israel be expunged from the map of the world. At no point did he mention the word "Jews", only "Zionists", and then specifically in an Israeli context. Nor did he repeat his infamous Holocaust denials, although he did reportedly refer to it slightingly as "ambiguous" in its evidence.<br /><br />Instead, he launched the time-honoured Middle Eastern accusation that Israel was an alien country imposed on the local population by the West, out of its own guilt for the genocide; that it was supported by a Zionist take-over of Western politics and that it pursued racist policies towards the Palestinians. Now you may find these calls offensive or far-fetched (if there is a Zionist world conspiracy, it is making a singularly bad job of it) but it is pretty much the standard view in the Muslim world. Western support of Israel is seen as a conspiracy, and it is not just prejudice. There are now books by Western academics arguing that the pro-Israeli lobby wields an influence in the US out of all proportion to its numbers. If the Western walkout in Geneva did nothing else, it rather proved the point.<br /><br />Nor is it far-fetched to charge Israel with being a racist state. As the only country in the world that defines itself and its immigrants on racial grounds, it could be regarded as fair comment. And if you doubt that this founding principle leads Israel into racist attitudes to non-Israelis, then you only have to read the comments of its new Foreign Secretary, Avigdor Lieberman, to disabuse you.<br /><br />Of course, Ahamadinejad was playing to his home audience. He is a politician facing re-election at a time when his domestic economic record makes him vulnerable. Most of the educated class are fed up with his cavorting on the world stage while his country goes from wrack to ruin. And, of course, international conferences of this sort, intended to spread sweetness and light, are not the most appropriate forums for such tirades.<br /><br />But on these issues he does speak for the majority not just in Iran but in the region. Deny that view a hearing and you will only increase the resentment and the sense of a Western world set up against them. Which is precisely what our oh-so-sanctimonious representatives achieved this week.</span>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-5026374852055201591?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-31924001155829615152009-04-22T10:10:00.000-07:002009-04-22T15:28:42.516-07:00Pither's Point?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QLq2KmGI/AAAAAAAADew/cuvjs-wq0-0/s1600-h/fort+frances+2+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QLq2KmGI/AAAAAAAADew/cuvjs-wq0-0/s400/fort+frances+2+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565045612845154" /></a><br />Last Friday morning, early, I went for a walk along the shore of Rainy Lake. The sun had washed the sky pink, there was still a bit of ice along the shoreline, only one couple walking 3 dogs passed me, and the sound of birds recently back from more southerly climes filled the bay. The day before, I had driven up to Fort Frances to teach classes at the Nanicost Institute, which is housed in the former Indian Residential school, St. Marguerite's, on Couchiching First Nations. Indian Residential schools were a previous Canadian government policy in cooperation with institutionalized Christianity to "<a href="http://clfns.com/History_of_Indian_Residential_Schools.pdf">kill the Indian in the child</a>." I took this photo from what is now called Pither's Point, looking southwards across Rainy Lake towards what is now called International Falls, U.S.A. Rainy Lake empties into Rainy River at this point. Living on the shore of Lake Superior, I'm used to seeing rivers flow into the lake, so, standing on the point, I was struck by what seemed to be the "backward" flow of the waters. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? No, Rainy Lake empties into the river, as it is part of the Arctic watershed. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QMB5HHoI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ixgLcOZq2g0/s1600-h/march+Fort+Frances+022.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QMB5HHoI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ixgLcOZq2g0/s400/march+Fort+Frances+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565051799215746" /></a><br />But why is this breathtaking point where the waters meet and the birds call called Pither's Point? The answer: colonization. I was surprised to see that there is still a street called Colonization Road in Fort Frances, as often, these blatant markers of colonization have been renamed to re-word colonization into a nicer sounding nation-building. Colonization Road was part of the <a href="http://www.loretteonline.ca/history.php">Dawson route constructed to help build a Canadian nation</a>, to get settlers out west, and to get government troops inland to fight Metis resistance, that is, Metis resistance to the appropriation of their lands. Colonization Road runs along Rainy River, which is on the western side of what became mapped as Pither's Point. Pithers was the Indian Agent for the region. Indian agents, whose jobs were abolished in 1969, had <a href="http://www.shannonthunderbird.com/indian_act.htm">absolute power and control over First Nations peoples and their lands</a>, from deciding who got to be a "Status Indian", to displacing the authority of First Nations leaders, securing "surrender" of lands, forcing children into residential schools, and many other atrocities formerly considered just--that is, by those who made those policies. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9sdCU-iqI/AAAAAAAADfY/KyQ5d0PkbOU/s1600-h/fort+frances+pithers+pt.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9sdCU-iqI/AAAAAAAADfY/KyQ5d0PkbOU/s400/fort+frances+pithers+pt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327596130299447970" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">At Pither's Point, near St. Francis [Fort Frances]</span>. [no date, archival photo]<br /><a href=" http://collectionscanada.gc.ca/pam_archives/index.php?fuseaction=genitem.displayEcopies&lang=eng&rec_nbr=3319991&rec_nbr_list=3319991&title=At+Pither%27s+Point%2C+near+St.+Francis+[Fort+Frances].+&ecopy=a021138&back_url=(http://collectionscanada.gc.ca/lac-bac/result/arch.php?FormName=from+MIKAN+Search+Results&SortSpec=score+desc&Language=eng&QueryParser=lac_mikan&Sources=mikan&Archives=&SearchIn_1=&SearchInText_1=Pither%27s+Point&Operator_1=AND&SearchIn_2=&SearchInText_2=&Operator_2=AND&SearchIn_3=&SearchInText_3=&Level=&MaterialDateOperator=after&MaterialDate=&DigitalImages=&Source=&ResultCount=10&cainInd=&Paging=true&MaxDocs=-1&Media=Media.Photographs&PageNum=1)">Library and Archives Canada<br /></a><br />Pither's Point, as the archival photo caption states clearly, is not <span style="font-style:italic;">in</span> Fort Francis, but nearby to it. It is, in fact, on land that was 'reserved' for the Anishnawbek through treaty-making. Although its name would suggest otherwise, <a href="http://revver.com/video/1103955/treaty-gathering-1-11-at-pithers-point-park/">Pither's Point is First Nations reserve land</a> belonging to the people of Couchiching, Stanjikoming, Nicickousemenecaning (formerly Red Gut, but which actually translates to "little otter playing") and Naicatchewenin (formerly Northwest Bay).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se-BksnEJ4I/AAAAAAAADfw/sSBK_cY4A8o/s1600-h/march+Fort+Frances+017.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se-BksnEJ4I/AAAAAAAADfw/sSBK_cY4A8o/s400/march+Fort+Frances+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327619351652870018" /></a><br />a display board at <a href="http://museum.fort-frances.com/">Fort Frances Museum</a><br /><br />Through colonization, the land the Anishnawbek lived on, were part of, and migrated through was taken from them and small tracts of land called reservations were "given" back to them. How colonial powers allocated land that is not theirs in the first place and pushed the indigenous inhabitants onto reservations is the unjust story of Canadian map-making, nation-building and colonization. Is this history? Does Canada now recognize the rights of its Indigenous peoples? Well, as I told you in earlier posts, Canada did not sign the UN Declaration for the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. Also, Canada did not attend Durban II which is a world forum that holds countries like Canada that have histories of racism and racist policies accountable, holds countries like Canada answerable to indigenous claims to land, to their inherent rights, and, importantly, to restitution. No wonder Canada, the US, Australia, New Zealand, and Israel boycotted Durban. Restitution means: 1. The act of restoring to the rightful owner something that has been taken away, lost, or surrendered; 2. The act of making good or compensating for loss, damage, or injury; indemnification; 3. A return to or restoration of a previous state or position. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9wAo5T6wI/AAAAAAAADfg/5JJFJeuHO_4/s1600-h/fort+frances+plan+for+pithers+1918.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9wAo5T6wI/AAAAAAAADfg/5JJFJeuHO_4/s400/fort+frances+plan+for+pithers+1918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327600040482695938" /></a><br />Blueprint <a href="http://collectionscanada.gc.ca/pam_archives/index.php?fuseaction=genitem.displayEcopies&lang=eng&rec_nbr=3699830&rec_nbr_list=3319991,3699830,3699829,3699828,3699827,3699826,3699825,3699822,3661970,1539510&title=Plan+of+Pither%27s+Point+Park+[cartographic+material]+&ecopy=e008313828-v8&back_url=(http://collectionscanada.gc.ca/lac-bac/result/arch.php?FormName=from+MIKAN+Search+Results&PageNum=1&SortSpec=score+desc&Language=eng&QueryParser=lac_mikan&Sources=mikan&Archives=&SearchIn_1=&SearchInText_1=Pither%27s+Point&Operator_1=AND&SearchIn_2=&SearchInText_2=&Operator_2=AND&SearchIn_3=&SearchInText_3=&Media=&Level=&MaterialDateOperator=after&MaterialDate=&DigitalImages=&Source=&ResultCount=10&cainInd=)">plan for Pither's Point, 1918</a>. <br />Library and Archives Canada.<br />Today on Pither's Point there is a popular municipal park with a beach, which is run by the town of Fort Frances as a tourist attraction. Years before the park was created, Pithers had built his home on this piece of land--as he was Indian Agent, who could tell him not to? Certainly he didn't have to listen to the Anishnawbek, for they were legally obliged to listen to him. <br />This old blueprint maps out the park that was eventually built on First Nations land. For 99 years, the town of Fort Frances has been renting Pither's Point for $35/year. Have they been renting this from the First Nations or from the federal government? That is the court case question. The lease is up at the end of this month. The court case, too, is coming up at the end of this month, but as it is expected to not be resolved by the time the lease is up, the Anishnawbek are permitting the town to run the park this summer <a href="http://www.fftimes.com/node/222260">as the court case gets settled</a>. The provincial and federal governments have stated in a legal letter that “<a href="http://www.fftimes.com/node/222004">We would like clarify our position to the status of the park</a> once the lease expires in the event other arrangements are not in place,” the letter read. “It is the view of both Ontario and Canada [that] the lands are unsold surrendered lands which would be unencumbered by any lease." So, it seems the provincial and/or federal governments believe the land was "surrendered" to them, so they are the legal owners of the land. One of the things the Anishnawbek, who believe they are the owners of this land, want is fair market value compensation for this valuable property, <a href="http://www.timminspress.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=1453102&auth=THE%20CANADIAN%20PRESS">not just $35/year</a>. Considering that Pithers was hired in the early 1870s at $1000/year, and the land was rented 40 years later for $35/year, what the town paid for the land rental back in the day was a...steal. Literally. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QMB-KNxI/AAAAAAAADfI/ALSGDBXyt5E/s1600-h/march+Fort+Frances+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QMB-KNxI/AAAAAAAADfI/ALSGDBXyt5E/s400/march+Fort+Frances+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565051820390162" /></a><br />Pither's Point is a sacred site. The ancestors of the Anishnawbek, the Laurel and the Black Duck Peoples, had a number of burial mounds on Pither's Point. This photo is of pottery shards of the Black Duck and Laurel Peoples, collected from the shores of Rainy Lake years ago by a Swedish immigrant. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se92FpBCSJI/AAAAAAAADfo/zu6a84kpfEs/s1600-h/blackduck.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se92FpBCSJI/AAAAAAAADfo/zu6a84kpfEs/s400/blackduck.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606723484207250" /></a><br />Here is a sketch of what a <a href="http://www.umanitoba.ca/faculties/arts/anthropology/manarchnet/chronology/woodland/blackduck.html">Black Duck pottery urn</a> may have looked like. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QL9COHDI/AAAAAAAADe4/z-dIhWvMAqs/s1600-h/fort+frances+2+008.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Se9QL9COHDI/AAAAAAAADe4/z-dIhWvMAqs/s400/fort+frances+2+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565050495245362" /></a><br />I thought as I stood there on the banks of the point, listening to the teeming birds flying this way and that, paddling this way and that, and calling out this way and that, as I stood there watching a kingfisher survey the lakeshore from a bare oak branch, a swirl of swifts skim the water, and a smattering of goldeneyes snorkel for fish, that this certainly must've been an especially rich place for the Anishnawbek and their ancestors to migrate to in spring. It's teeming with life! Imagine how much more rich it must've been with life before the destruction colonization has brought! It was the pelican paddling serenely among a large flock of black cormorants at the point where the waters meet that told me to look. You can see him there if you look.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-3192400115582961515?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-32943144621936612242009-04-21T09:07:00.000-07:002009-04-21T10:03:50.300-07:00Ahmedinejad & Durban II<object width="450" height="584"><param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="id=59335545&width=1337" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=59335545&width=1337" height="584" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59335545/">Free Palestine poster I</a> by ~<a class="u" href="http://autaautistik.deviantart.com/">AutaAutistik</a> on <a href="http://www.deviantart.com">deviant</a><a href="http://www.deviantart.com">ART</a><br /><br />"Why is it that the so-called advocates of freedom of information fear hearing other people's opinions?" asks Ahmedinejad, upon returning to Iran from Geneva where he addressed Durban II delegates. <br /><br />Not a difficult question to answer when it comes to turning a critical gaze to the practices and constitution of the state of Israel. Even to mention the idea of Palestinian rights is to bring all manners of Israel-defenders-at-all-costs -- including the acceptance of the racism against and genocide of Palestinian people -- to your doorstep or cyber portal. <br /><br />Ahmedinejad points out the double standards that the West has towards others who speak out, in particular exposing truths about how the functioning of the state of Israel results in the repression of Palestinian rights, where basic democratic rights, such as carrying a Palestinian flag and protesting the Apartheid Wall <a href="http://english.pnn.ps/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5056">can get you killed</a>. <br /><br />And while Ahmedinejad's Iranian regime <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/newswire/2009/01/02-1">rightly stands accused </a>of human rights abuses and other injustices, however, in Western and zionist media it is reduced only to that. Ahmedinejad is <a href="http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/130942">accused by zionists of a revisionist history and lies</a>, which is said with no sense of recognition of Israel's revisionist history and lies that have wiped out the Nakba and the rights of Palestinians. <br /><br />Ahmedinejad has been accused of using the Durban platform for political grandstanding, his address as "<a href="http://www.palestinechronicle.com/news.php?id=88b364b27b696291471531ca5625d6d5&mode=details#88b364b27b696291471531ca5625d6d5">offensive and inflammatory" and "hate speech</a>", and U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon stated afterwards: "<a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/public/content/article.aspx?RsrcID=46904">I deplore the use of this platform</a> by the Iranian president to accuse, divide and even incite,” Ban said. “This is the opposite of what this conference seeks to achieve. This makes it significantly more difficult to build constructive solutions to the very real problem of racism.”<br /><br />Yet, <br /><br />"Although his speech prompted a temporary walkout by certain delegates, <a href="http://www.presstv.ir/detail.aspx?id=92067&sectionid=351020101">the UN assembly hall received a rapturous applause </a>from those delegations that had remained seated." <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">During the Durban II conference, which opened in Geneva on Monday, Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad called Israel "the most cruel and repressive racist regime."<br /><br />He also criticized the West for their unconditional support for Israeli aggression against the people of Palestine and their acts of violence in the Middle East region.<br /><br />"It is all the more regrettable that a number of Western governments and the United States have committed themselves to defending those racist perpetrators of genocide while the awakened-conscience and free-minded people of the world condemn aggression, brutalities and the bombardment of civilians in Gaza," he said.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-3294314462193661224?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-44979852273513306802009-04-20T18:45:00.000-07:002009-04-20T21:24:53.687-07:00Canada and Durban IICanada, like the US and some other countries, is boycotting Durban II--what one Canadian government official, embarrassingly, called an "<a href="http://www.zionism-israel.com/israel_news/2008/01/canada-to-boycott-durban-ii-anti-israel.html">anti-Israel Gong Show</a>". Neither Canada's nor the US's refusal to attend is a surprise given both of our nations refusal to acknowledge the neocolonial constitution of our states. Indeed, Canada announced in January 2008 that it would be boycotting the conference, an announcement that followed on the heels of <a href="http://media.knet.ca/node/5966">Canada's shameful refusal to sign the UN Declaration of the Rights of Indigenous Peoples</a>.<br /><br />Earlier today on Democracy Now, I heard Margaret Parsons, executive director of the <a href="http://www.aclc.net/">African-Canadian Legal Clinic </a>explain that<br /> <br />"Well, we are extremely disappointed by the boycott <span style="font-style:italic;">of these Western nations. <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/2009/4/20/more_countries_join_us_israel_boycott">While we’re disappointed, we are not surprised</a>, because this is about accountability. These countries have not come to the table with clean hands. They have never really meant to participate and really be held accountable for the implementation of the Durban Declaration and Program of Action, a document they all signed onto in 2001, the exception of Israel and the United States. At least the United States and Israel are being consistent in their position. However, these other countries are quite hypocritical in their withdrawal. You know, many here feel that if these countries had come, they would have received a failing grade, because they have done little to nothing to implement the Program of Action.<br /><br />The Durban Declaration and Program of Action is an excellent blueprint. There was nothing in that document that was racist, anti-Semitic. It was an expression of goodwill. It was an expression of encouragement in terms of the peace process in the Middle East. And it is an excellent document and a blueprint that countries should adopt in working to eradicate racism.</span>" <br /><br />Too bad Margaret Parsons isn't Canada's Minister of Immigration, Citizenship and Multiculturalism. Instead, we have Jason Kenney, a far right neocon whose ideas about Canadian values is exclusive, to say the least--"<a href=" http://calsun.canoe.ca/News/National/2009/04/04/9003896-sun.html">Canada isn't a hotel</a>," he blubbered. Kenney's comments toe the neocon white-ordered (ir)rationality line; indeed, shockingly and much to the frustration and outrage of many Canadians, <a href="http://caf.ca/Admin.aspx?AppModule=TxAppFramework.Web.Admin&Command=EMBEDDEDFILE&DataObjectID=701&ColumnID=3581&FieldName=CONTENT&Lang=EN&RecordID=1979">Jason Kenney is promoting racism</a>. Yet conversely, last year when he announced that Canada will boycott Durban II, he gave the reason as:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Canada is interested in combating racism, not promoting it," Kenney told The Canadian Press. "We'll attend any conference that is opposed to racism and intolerance, not those that actually promote racism and intolerance.</span>" <br /><br />Well, Kenney has his role model: our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, speaking to the journalists organized by the Washington-based think-tank The Israel Project, <a href="http://www.cjnews.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=16732&Itemid=86">equates Durban II with racism</a>.<br /><br />“<span style="font-style:italic;">Our government will participate in any international conference that combats racism,” Harper said. “We will not, however, lend Canada’s good name to those, such as Durban II, that promote it</span>.”<br /><br />Despite the Canadian government's unwillingness to engage with RESOLVING racism--for to look at racism means to look at systemic racism, which means to look at institutionalized racism, which means to look at colonization, which means to look at the issue of land, which then means to settle land claims and recognize theft of resources, which isn't what our current conservative government intends to do--a number of Canadian groups do recognize the need for systemic change, as noted in their <a href="http://caf.ca/Admin.aspx?AppModule=TxAppFramework.Web.Admin&Command=EMBEDDEDFILE&DataObjectID=701&ColumnID=3581&FieldName=CONTENT&Lang=EN&RecordID=2003">Joint Statement: Durban Review Conference</a>:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">As civil society we are here to affirm our commitment to this Conference. Despite our multicultural makeup, we in Canada continue to face many and serious challenges with racism in all spheres of society. Racism is a harsh everyday reality for Aboriginal and racialized communities who suffer disproportionate levels of poverty, access to decent employment, and social services such as education, housing and healthcare. Aboriginal peoples continue to struggle against extreme poverty, social exclusion and violation of their human, environmental and land rights. African-Canadians struggle against colour coded economic disparity, criminalization and racial profiling. Arabs and Muslims continue to face hate crimes, racial and religious targeting by overzealous security legislation. Arab Canadians such as Mahar Arar, Abousfian Abdelrazik, have been marooned in their birth countries by our government. They have been subjected to torture and horrific human rights violations because of flawed anti-terrorism measures and wilful political negligence</span>."<br /><br />Last Nov, 2008, Diana Ralph, a Jewish Canadian, "found no substance to allegations of anti-Semitism at WCAR [Durban World Conference on Anti-racism]. Independent Jewish Voices urges the Conservatives, Liberals, and NDP to rejoin the Durban Review Conference and stand up against racism." After attending a preparatory session, she wrote:<br /><br />"<a href="http://canadiandimension.com/blog/1005">As a Jew,</a> <span style="font-style:italic;">I went to assess the validity of the Canadian government’s charges that Durban II is anti-Semitic. I found it was not. Instead, I witnessed delegates of the world’s nations hammering out an inspiring call to end racism worldwide and implement the Durban agreements.<br />...<br />In the aftermath of Durban 2001, well-funded Israel Lobby groups have mobilized to discredit and derail the upcoming Durban Review Conference. They include the Simon Wiesenthal Centre, UN Watch, ICARE-Magenta Foundation, the American Jewish Committee and the World Jewish Diplomatic Corps of the World Jewish Congress. They characterize WCAR as an “anti-Semitic hate fest” and label any attention to the valid concerns of Palestinians as “anti-Semitic.” They defend Israeli discriminatory practices, and condemn the “use of human rights language to discredit a state” (i.e. Israel). They argue for “freedom of expression,” that is, the “freedom” of media to attack Muslims and Islam. They object to the term “Islamophobia,” because, they say, religions aren’t protected, as though targeting Muslims for being Muslims is less offensive than attacking Jews for being Jewish. And they support anti-Arab racial profiling in the name of fighting “terrorism.</span>” <br /><br />Obama, too, has received some deserved criticism for pandering to Israel at the expense of addressing racism as it effects African-American communities, as well as refusing to take a hard look at how (like Canada) racism has been the building block of the nation-state: <br /><br />Chris Hedges writes:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Israel and the United States, <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/04/20-0">which could be charged under international law with crimes against humanity </a>for actions in Gaza, Iraq and Afghanistan, will together boycott the United Nations World Conference Against Racism in Geneva. Racism, an endemic feature of Israeli and American society, is not, we have decided, open for international inspection. Barack Obama may be president, but the United States has no intention of accepting responsibility or atoning for past crimes, including the use of torture, its illegal wars of aggression, slavery and the genocide on which the country was founded. We, like Israel, prefer to confuse lies we tell about ourselves with fact</span>." <br /><br />Glen Ford, journalist and executive editor of Black AgendaReport.com takes mainstream African Americans to task for not challenging Obama on the US's lop-sided attention to Israel re:Durban II at the expense of the history/practices of racism against African Americans and other racialized communities in the US:<br /><br />"<a href="http://www.opednews.com/articles/Avoiding-World-Conference-by-Glen-Ford-090415-740.html">We must first ask: Why is the White House</a> <span style="font-style:italic;">reporting to “Jewish leaders” on an issue that is of interest to all Americans, most especially people of color? Has Obama arranged such briefings on Durban II for “Black leaders,” “Latino leaders,” or “Native American leaders” – representatives of constituencies that have suffered genocide, slavery, discrimination, forced displacement and all manner of racist assaults right here on American soil? No, he has not. Barack Obama knows full well that he risks nothing by disrespecting African Americans at will. Across the Black political spectrum, so-called leadership seems incapable of shame or of taking manly or womanly offense at even the most blatant insults to Black people when the source of the affront is Barack Hussein Obama</span>." <br /><br />Nora Barrows-Friedman, in "<a href="http://www.commondreams.org/view/2009/04/18-11">UN Protects Israel Against Racism Charges</a>" writes:<br /><br />...<span style="font-style:italic;">two weeks ago, the UN High Commissioner's office unilaterally cancelled all side-events pertaining to Palestine issues. Ingrid Jarradat- Gassner, director of the BADIL Resource Centre for Palestinian Residency and Refugee Rights in Bethlehem, one of several Palestine-based organisations attending the Durban Review conference, tells IPS that BADIL and the other NGOs had organised a side-event specifically about how and why they see Israel as a "regime of institutionalised racial discrimination on both sides of the Green Line."<br /><br />"As Palestinian NGOs and other NGOs working on the issue of Israel and its violations against the rights of the Palestinian people, we were expecting that there would be a possibility for us to organise these side-events during the official Durban review conference in Geneva," Jarradat-Gassner says. "We were informed by the UN itself that this would be possible."<br /><br />Jarradat-Gassner says that on Apr. 3, less than three weeks before the Durban Review Conference, the UN High Commissioner's office called BADIL's representative in Geneva into a meeting at the UN, and verbally informed her that all side-events pertaining to the specific issue of Palestine and Israel had been banned. <br />....<br />Dr. Richard Falk, the United Nations Special Rapporteur for Human Rights in the Occupied Palestinian Territories, tells IPS he had not known about the disallowance of side-events pertaining to Palestine/Israel by the UN's OHCHR. "One has to assume it was part of an effort to meet the objections of the United States that the event was discrediting to the extent it engaged in 'Israel-bashing'." However, Falk points out, "U.S. leverage is probably greater than it has been because Obama is President and Washington has indicated its intention to rejoin the Human Rights Council."<br /><br />Palestinian organisations say that banning these side-events is a significant disappointment in pursuing Israel's legal responsibility towards its actions in Palestine. Dr. Falk echoes this sentiment. "I believe that the strong evidence of Israeli racism during the recent Gaza attacks makes it strange to refuse NGOs organising side-events to address the issue," he tells IPS. "Also, the collective punishment aspects of the occupation seem to qualify the Israeli policy as a form of racism, combined with the rise of the extreme right, with (Avigdor) Lieberman as (Israeli) foreign minister</span>." <br /><br />Marcy, at Body on the Line, says <a href="http://bodyontheline.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/god-damn-america-and-all-the-other-racist-states-boycotting-durban-2/">god damn America and all the other racist states boycotting Durban 2</a>. She has a written a good post on the hypocrisy of the smearing of Ahmedinejad as racist (who's calling who a racist? she wonders), the zionists camped out at Durban II (isn't John Voight Angelina Jolie's dad?; no wonder he's at Durban as part of the pro-Zionist cheerleading squad--he considers Israel "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Voight">a moral beacon</a>"), and has links to articles and videos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-4497985227351330680?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-71530275863931425842009-04-18T11:53:00.000-07:002009-04-18T13:42:25.918-07:00wildflowers of Roncesvalles Carhouse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeohwMWE09I/AAAAAAAADeo/a8uDMZvMZv8/s1600-h/the+wildflowers.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeohwMWE09I/AAAAAAAADeo/a8uDMZvMZv8/s400/the+wildflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326106621150286802" /></a><br />Once, when I visited my brother and his family in Toronto, we decided to go for a walk along the boardwalk along Lake Ontario. To get there from where they live on Sunnyside Street, you have to pass behind the Roncesvalles Carhouse, which is by the complicated intersection of Queen St., King St., Roncesvalles and the Queensway. Built in 1895, the <a href="http://linguafresca.com/portfolio/roncey.html">Roncesvalles Carhouse</a> services TTC [Toronto Transit Commission] streetcars. It is not a pretty lot, yet among the asphalt and concrete, I saw these wildflowers growing in a small patch, jostling for space on the Sunnyside of the street... <br /><br /><a href="http://wiki.worldflicks.org/roncesvalles_carhouse.html#coords=(43.6393975,%20-79.4475125)&z=18">Here is where I saw these wildflowers</a>. If you look to the left of the Carhouse (by the left-hand side red margin, once you click (close) ), just up from where Sunnyside St. meets the Queensway, you will see a long row of parked cars. Squeezed in that small strip between Sunnyside Street and the Roncesvalles Carhouse, I saw these winsome wildflowers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-7153027586393142584?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-46842936866422637962009-04-15T13:14:00.000-07:002009-05-01T09:22:32.941-07:00Chashmi bad dur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeZAPtP_YRI/AAAAAAAADeg/eBM2i546-OA/s1600-h/monday+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeZAPtP_YRI/AAAAAAAADeg/eBM2i546-OA/s400/monday+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014248001069330" /></a><br />Sometimes a woman needs all the protection she can get, no matter where she is, including cyberspace.<br /><br />"<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_eye">Chashmi bad dur</a>" ..."May the evil eye be far"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-4684293686642263796?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-19894011036410977572009-04-13T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:08:20.146-07:00spring is coming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeOYm3ZlyVI/AAAAAAAADeY/beOSZWAyFks/s1600-h/bedspring.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/SeOYm3ZlyVI/AAAAAAAADeY/beOSZWAyFks/s400/bedspring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324266977955793234" /></a><br />As the snow begins its big melt, all sorts of garbage re-appears on the landscape. Walking over the overpass these last few days has revealed much garbage strewn all winter long onto the ground, as well as grocery bags snagged onto tree branches like cheap plastic decorations. A fuzzy toss cushion tossed out a car window lies on the other side of the guard rail. A dirty pair of acid green men's Stanley underwear is tangled up around a dried up tansy. I yank Musti's leash. An expensive skater boy's jacket lies in a muck coated snow pile. And, of course, oodles and oodles of cigarette packages, paper coffee cups, aluminum pop cans, chip bags, chocolate wrappers, blue hairspray bottles, clear mouthwash bottles and broken glass from beer bottles and liquour bottles lie everywhere you eye rests. And down by the road that leads to where I let the dogs free, an old rusty bed spring springs to view.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-1989401103641097757?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-60153524079507727342009-04-10T10:43:00.000-07:002009-04-10T12:53:06.281-07:00Dead Sea Scrolls speak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd-Fb2v19UI/AAAAAAAADeQ/2End5NCVq3Y/s1600-h/Palestine+dead+sea+scrolls.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd-Fb2v19UI/AAAAAAAADeQ/2End5NCVq3Y/s400/Palestine+dead+sea+scrolls.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323119998174360898" /></a><br />In one of the classes I teach, we talk about museums and look critically at the practices and politics of collecting and displaying, from an historical look as well as contemporary practices. In fact, we look at how historical practices continue to inform contemporary practices, and left unresolved or silenced, continue the injustices of what was taken by who to validate their own views and who then is left disadvantaged once again. An upcoming exhibit in Canada, of the Dead Sea Scrolls at the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto, is a pertinent example of the politics of culture. Cultural exhibitions are not innocent, but motivated. This planned exhibit raises many questions concerning what is being exhibited, who "owns" the artifacts, what stories get told (and which ones wiped out or mis-represented) and by whom and how does that then reproduce contemporary unequal power relations and for what effects? The Dead Sea Scrolls were uncovered in 1947 by a Bedouin and were later stolen from Arab Jerusalem by the Israelis during the occupation of the West Bank during the 1967 war; these scrolls then became appropriated into Israeli holdings. Now they are coming to Canada to be exhibited as "ancient artifacts" of Israel--which of course didn't exist before 1948. The scrolls, however, are not decontextualized artifacts of the past but speak of the ongoing occupation of Palestine and the ongoing silencing of its history and claim to the land. The scrolls were stolen during the illegal occupation of Palestine, and both the scrolls theft and the occupation of Palestine are still ignored by the world. Palestinian representatives are asking Canada to recognize the illegality of Israel's appropriation of the scrolls, and to stop this showing of stolen artifacts. <br /><br />"<a href="http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/616059">Beginning in June, the ROM</a> <span style="font-style:italic;">will host a six-month exhibit of the famed Dead Sea Scrolls, organized in co-operation with the Israel Antiquities Authority.<br /><br />But top Palestinian officials this week declared the exhibit a violation of international law and called on Canada to cancel the show.<br /><br />In letters to Prime Minister Stephen Harper and top executives at the ROM, senior Palestinian officials argue the scrolls – widely regarded as among the great archaeological discoveries of the 20th century – were acquired illegally by Israel when the Jewish state annexed East Jerusalem in 1967.<br /><br />"The exhibition would entail exhibiting or displaying artifacts removed from the Palestinian territories," said Hamdan Taha, director-general of the archaeological department in the Palestinian Ministry of Tourism and Antiquities.<br /><br />"I think it is important that Canadian institutions would be responsible and act in accordance with Canada's obligations."<br /><br />The Palestinians say the planned ROM exhibit violates at least four international conventions or protocols on the treatment of cultural goods that were illegally obtained.</span>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-6015352407950772734?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-38468481903073777512009-04-09T15:13:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:37:41.698-07:00mink morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd6cY4M2n8I/AAAAAAAADeI/KYvvjc3zPTo/s1600-h/creek.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd6cY4M2n8I/AAAAAAAADeI/KYvvjc3zPTo/s400/creek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322863760815595458" /></a><br />I saw the smallest mink today. At first I thought it was a rat running atop the receding ice sheets covering the creek. But the critter was too skinny and long, and besides, its tail was furry. This mink was deep chocolate brown like the one I saw early this winter <a href="http://northshorewoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-may-be-possessed-by-mink-so-i.html">at the waterfront</a>, but much smaller. This one was cavorting, slipping in and out of the water quickly. It was running atop the snow and then without a pause would dive like a fish into the ice cold rushing waters, get swept along with the churning current, then hop out quick as a lick back onto the ice. The little mink looked like it was playing, enjoying its early morning swim in these freezing waters that are not only fast-moving but dangerous--but not, I guess, if you are a new-to-the-world mink. At times I lost sight of it as it swam under the ice ridges, only to see it surface down river. It was making a big loop, down the creek, then back up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-3846848190307377751?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990527249720913076.post-76748287923907520352009-04-08T18:45:00.000-07:002009-05-01T09:24:21.790-07:00car door mirrors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd1VT8qJlfI/AAAAAAAADeA/ZL46oJVRpVI/s1600-h/chasing+iola+2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UeBioofldTc/Sd1VT8qJlfI/AAAAAAAADeA/ZL46oJVRpVI/s400/chasing+iola+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322504135810586098" /></a><br />photo by Ayla Hibri.<br />I came across this interesting photoblog the other day called <a href="http://aylahibri.blogspot.com/">Chasing Lola</a>. It belongs to Ayla Hibri, who takes photos of Lebanon and Berlin, Germany (I think). There are very few captions. The photos are of people, places, and everyday mundane life, but from her own particular vision. Her portraits are very compelling and she captures her subjects in a way that seems to let out a bit of who they really are. Among her many interesting photos, the one above, I couldn't quite figure out what this door was covered in. Was it stones? Turquoise stones? Some sort of mosaic? I called my husband to read the sign on the door. What does it say? I asked. He says it has something to do with a business that concerns itself with car door mirrors.<br /><br />Is that was is covering this door? Broken car door mirrors?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/990527249720913076-7674828792390752035?l=northshorewoman.blogspot.com'/></div>northshorewomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07390144327668656601noreply@blogger.com1