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I have arrived in Laos... actually I arrived a couple of weeks ago, but due to an aversion of slow internet cafes, I have just now begun my blog adventures. So I thought that I would just do little installments when I can.

One of the most amazing thing about Laos is the fact that there are monks wandering around everywhere in their brilliant orange outfits. Even at the university I'm working at, there are monks wandering around, while the average everday tourist can wander right into a monastery where monks are living, bathing, eating, praying - and get a glimpse at life that is mostly hidden in our society.

I woke up at 5:30am in Luang Prabang, my second day in Laos, and wandered through the misty rain watching the city wake up. People lined up along city streets with baskets of food, rice, and candy to offer to the monks. This happens daily, and in a place like Luang Prabang where there is a Vat (monastery) on every street, the morning alms giving ritual is one of the most stunning aspects of the city. There are men of all ages, right down to 5 and 6 years old, who are willing to dedicate at least 3 years of their life to one of the most humble existences i've yet seen. Women must kneel in front of the monks, and everyone removes their shoes as they pass by. The dedication it would take to get up every morning to make offerings is pretty signficant.

I rode by bike around during the afternoon, and slowly took in the rituals that make up the monk's life. Around 4pm, drums begin to sound around the town. Several monks gather around massive gongs and mark the passing of their day. Then there is a time of meditation, when families gather in the temples to pray. I wandered into one temple and sat in the back with the ladies. I sat facing these monks for over an hour, wondering what they were thinking....

Laos- Here I Come!

So, it is less than one week before I leave my beloved city and take off on a new adventure. Now that school and report cards are done, I feel like I have had a moment to rest, and the reality that I am leaving has taken on a much more real and tangible feel. I will arrive in Bangkok on Saturday night, and will leave immediately for Vientiane Sunday morning. From there I am heading to Luang Prabang to play for a week before I start my work placement.

I have decided to use this blog as a way for people to keep in touch, and for me to share and reflect upon my adventures. I have had a strange (but wonderful) feeling that this trip is going to change my life in some way - or at least instigate some type of a shift. This thought is really exciting.

So, please keep me in your thoughts while I am away, and I look forward to hearing about everyone's own personal adventures when I return.

xoxo
alana

Mexico

I have changed my blog picture in honor of my good friend Abraham who is from Oaxaca, Mexico. Abraham has been off work for the last two weeks due to the highly touted 'swine flu'. Very nervous, he has written frequently to describe his worries about living in a community far from medical services, and his fear that "now, no one wants Mexicans."

When Abraham was visiting, I was exposed to the 'underground' Latino community that lives in Vancouver. I was embraced warmly (both figuratively and literally - machismo culture alive and well) and in my halting Spanish, managed to ask all sorts of questions about what life is like for illegals in Canada. I can't imagine what its like to know all of the secret ways to enter Canada, sneak across the U.S. border, and to have family that have been killed by border police. It was one of the most eye-opening weeks I've had in a long time. What must it be like to leave your family, not knowing if you'll ever return?

Heaps of Imogen

hide and seek.
a sad song. but beautiful.
i like to listen to it really loud, especially at night.


Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

The Perils of Writing a Thesis

I am nervous
that I will fail.
That being able to research
just isn't enough.
I'm not sure I remember
how to write
something that is interesting.
Practice your writing.
Description and more
description is what i've been told
will make my thesis great.
But how do you recognize
the great anecdote when it is
in front of you
let alone write about it
in such a way that people will be able
to imagine they were there.
And what if I tire of my topic
or my supervisors
tire of me.
I feel nervous
and excited
but mostly nervous.

Books, Books, Books.

"A room without books is like a body without a soul."

Cicero (106 B.C.E. - 43 B.C.E.)

Those Greeks were onto something. As I look around my apartment, I'm pleased to see that while it may be messy - it sure has a lot of soul. As an avid reader, I am always looking for book recommendations. Lately, I've been into a lot of contemporary fiction, but I will start anything put in front of me, because my most favorite books have all been read on the behest of someone else. Thus, 'Things I Love - Part Two' is a short selection of some of my most favorite books. My three choices are multi-generational stories that are rich in idea and plot; they are the types of stories that you never want to end...

The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill was one of the best books I read last year. It was chosen by someone in my book club, and I admit that at first I was a little bit reluctant to buy it, because I didn't want to be branded a racist when asking for the book's location to some stranger behind a store counter! After all, who uses the word 'negro' anymore without feeling pretty uncomfortable? I didn't realize that it was actually a bestseller, and that the title was a reference to a historical list used by the British to determine which 'freed slaves' would be able to start a new life in the colony of Nova Scotia during the 19th century. This is a generational story about slavery, immigration, and identity, and reaches across 3 different continents. An Absolute Masterpiece.

Zadie Smith is one of those perfect people. First of all, she's stunningly gorgeous. Second, when she was profiled in Vogue magazine the article highlighted her creative vintage style - she's one of those people that shops in second hand stores and finds the perfect pieces - she was quick to downplay her incredible style that seems to just emanate from her in all directions. She's good friends with other 'hip' authors like Nick Hornby, she's already been nominated for the Man Booker Prize, and she gives podcast interviews to the New Yorker magazine. White Teeth was published when she was only 24, and she consequently won a 'Best First Book' Award. It's also a generational story, where all of the different stories come together in the end in this hilarious web of comedy. The characters are delightful for the most part, though there are a few plot lines that are more interesting than others.



Someone once told me I'd never be able to get through Cryptonomicon because it was too complicated... too much math theory, and at over 1000 pages - I know I'm not recommending the easiest read. However, in this case 'hard work' turned into one of the most consuming and fulfilling reads, and a love affair with Neal Stephenson's extended plot lines. The central story line focuses on the events in the Phillipines during World War Two. The characters are from diverse backgrounds, each offering different perspectives and interesting details about the codebreaking that helped the Allies win the war. This is a must read for anyone who enjoys historical fiction - their patience will most definitely be rewarded.

HBO's The Wire: TV's greatest accomplishment

In my last post, I indicated that I was going to begin a series on "things that I love".  My first choice was an obvious one - this is a television series that has consumed me the past few months.  I have obsessed over each episode, pored over the internet for more information on each character, and mourned the sad fact that now that the series is over, my beloved characters are gone.  Granted, many of my favorites were killed off during the course of the 5 seasons, but that's beside the point.  The Wire remains television's most intelligent show; it is a stinging social critique that is so relevant to the issues facing many urban areas in North America, not just Baltimore, Maryland.  And so, my praise will begin here - however, I do reserve the right to create "The Wire: Part Two" blog entry.  I just have so much to say... 

A lot of the time I watch television, I come away feeling as though I've been wasting my time.  I don't have PVR or any of that fancy business, and so I dread flicking through every commercial break, every re-run of Friends, and every reality show featuring 'has-been' celebrities that are flooding the market.  Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of the 30 Rock, I love watching hockey, and I have been known to have an obsession with Law and Order.  It's not that I hate TV - it's that I wish that there was more good quality television shows. 

And then along came HBO's The Wire.  I'm just going to throw it out there.  This the most entertaining TV series that I've ever seen - and I do declare that it's television's greatest masterpiece.  Brilliant dialogue, captivating characters, and risky plot lines come together to create a social critique that surpasses all other 'cop shows' that have come before it.  This series elicits a level of integrity, depth, and compassion that goes beyond the superficial levels what one would expect from TV, allowing us to connect with characters that we would never dream of.  There are no 'good guys' and 'bad guys' on the Wire.  There are simply people, many of whom who possess strengths, weaknesses, and fatal flaws that resonate with the viewers.  It is a raw, real depiction of street life, the underside of trade and ports, the dark corrupt nature of politics and media, and the cruel realities of the No Child Left Behind educational policy.  While you may close your eyes during some of the scenes (at least I did..), you can't deny the messages being dealt by the creators and actors of this show - they are demanding that people recognize that the messages and services being put forward by our media and institutions are inadequate. 

If you spent some time researching reviews and the perspectives of television critics regarding the Wire, the very first thing that you will notice is that there is full-hearted approval across the board.  Yes, it is violent.. yes, it is depressing - but it is a depiction of a segment of Baltimore life that is absolutely captivating.  When reading interviews from the actors, they are so quick to explain how much they loved working in Baltimore, and how proud they were to be a part of this show.  Many politicians, police officers, teachers, and locals living in Baltimore have come forward in full support, acknowledging the fact that the show is indeed an honest, realistic depiction of life.  

Part of the attraction and success of the Wire comes from the fact that it wasn't a product of Hollywood, but rather that of a Baltimore policeman and journalist who decided to use their wealth of experience and create a television show.  Series creator David Simon spend 13 years as a writer for the Baltimore Sun, and many of the characters on the show were inspired by real-life people that he and fellow writer Ed Burns encountered.  They had no intention of making some dramatic soap opera - but rather a show that demands patience from its audience, in order to build each plot line with detail and integrity, and give depth to each character that crosses the screen.  Each episode was built from the foundation of the previous, and each season expanded the plot lines from the one before - adding complexity to the problems of the drug trade, corruption and organized crime that are plaguing the city, and in the eyes of the creators, that of contemporary America.  One of the series' greatest strengths is that you cannot watch one episode in isolation from the others - however, it probably also became its fallibility, as it suffered from undeservedly low ratings throughout its time on television.  This despite the fact that it received bountiful praise for its wonderful complex characters like Omar Little (Michael Kenneth Williams), "Stringer" Bell (Idris Elba), and Michael Lee (Tristan Wilds), and its outstanding dialogue.  If Barack Obama claims that Omar Little is his favorite character on the Wire, there's got to be something to it.  

David Simon and Ed Burns co-authored the book The Corner: A Year in the Life of an Inner-City Neighborhood, which spawned an Emmy-award winning HBO miniseries the Corner, while Simon was also responsible for the book and inspired mini-series "Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets." Look for Simon's newest mini-series is called "Generation Kill," focusing on the U.S. invasion of Iraq, beginning in July 2008.

So that's my first editorial rant.  It's not the usual blog style, with lots of witticisms and pictures, but it'll do for now.  Now I'm off to do a little online research (stalking!) of Tristan Wilds - season four, it got to me! -  I know he's a bit young for me, but i don't think too many people will actually read this online confession....

Things That I Love

It seems that when you're stuck for something to write about, it's easiest to simply begin with what you know best - yourself.  So.. I have decided to begin a series about things that I love.  I have not yet determined what will make the list, or how long it will last.  Since I seem to be a bit spastic about things, be prepared for several random items. I also have a tendency to 'love everything'  - some have accused me of being a bit indiscriminate.  The truth is that I'm just not that picky.  I haven't read too many books that I haven't enjoyed, and I like most movies. However, in my attempts to make my blog remotely interesting, I'm going to try really hard to come up with some good things. 

Let's get started. First Topic: The Wire.  Where do I even begin...

Golden Globes 2009

All the stars were aligned for Danny Boyle and the cast of Slumdog Millionaire tonight, as they walked away with 4 Golden Globes - including Best Dramatic Picture. It was a night of tears, some for Kate Winslet who made two grown men cry while graciously accepting her two awards -one being Leonardo diCaprio -  and some for Renee Zelwegger who made a hideously terrible outfit choice.  I'm not sure what was the tackiest part of her outfit - the visible underwire protruding from the front of her dress, or the cutaway sleeves...

The Golden Globes were entertaining, a more relaxed atmosphere than the Oscars allowed the actors to crack jokes (Tina Fey and Tracy Morgan!) and at times talk candidly while accepting their awards.  The tribute to Heath Ledger was a sad moment - watching his scenes as the Joker still feels bittersweet.  Comeback award goes to Mickey Rourke for his win in the Wrestler.  He wears the looks garnered from a rugged life, but his speech was sweet, and he seemed so genuinely happy to have been the dark horse of the night.

So now the stage is set for the Oscars.  Next on my list of movies to see is Doubt, Frost/Nixon, and Waltz with Bashir.