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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

an abnormally long absence

apologies for not posting in the last month basically. i've been super busy (as per usual), but there have been a couple milestones thrown in along the way. the most significant is obtaining the piece of paper that has now conferred my commencement into society. i convocated on june 1st, under a big tent on lower field and in the presence of my family. it was totally great. receiving my piece of paper with my name and a bunch of writing in a dead language i don't understand was thrilling enough. but the best part of it all was hearing my full name-- first, middle and last-- pronounced in utter perfection by the woman who was reading them out. (check out the archives if you care to relive my joy- haha!).

my family came to montreal and stayed in my apartment-- something that all three of them haven't done at the same time since they moved me into this place two years ago. it was very nice to be able to share a slice of my montreal world with them. my poor sister dislocated her knee cap in the airport just after landing so she was on crutches for the rest of the trip, but we had a great time nonetheless and she was a great sport about it. she's such a trooper. we had an enjoyable couple of days-- mostly spent enjoying the various culinary delights of the city. my parents' close friend (the father of my friend-- his daughter), suffered a heart attack while they were here in the city so we all went to visit him in the hospital. this meant htat we spent a fair amount of time in hospitals over a couple of days between aaliyeh's fall and the heart attack. i shadowed a reporter who interviewed a somewhat crazy concert pianist a few weeks ago. apart from some of the more inflammatory things he said, he said something that resonated with me-- about how our society hides our old people and our sick from public life. it's like when you need more care or lack power you somehow have to be hidden from public view or tucked away. the segregation between sick and "healthy" or old and young is so sharply defined. but it's rare that we think about it i think. and yet hospitals and medical stuff can become so routine or part of the "furniture" of everyday existence as soon as some bodily or mental function goes slightly off kilter. "illness and death are natural", this pianist guy said. "we shouldn't hide it". of course, he was saying this in the context of his opposition to montreal's newly instituted nonsmoking bylaws and his own opposition to them (ie. lung cancer and death are natural and we shouldn't be hiding our sick-- somethow this linked back to "i should be allowed to smoke in a bar"--- but i don't remember how). in any case, i thought it was something intersting to think about it.

speaking of work, i've also completed one month of "9 to 5ing". it's been great so far. i feel like a bit of a pinball sometimes being bounced from show to show. but in keeping with my ADD - multitasking tendencies it's been working out well. right now i've just begun working with the weekend show which means two things: longer pieces and less pressing deadlines. all in all a good deal and a lot more freedom for me. i'm pretty excited. if any of you have story ideas... PLEASE send them my way. i now know what it's like to be a media whore.

i have to go to bed soon cuase i'm mad tired. i went to a talk tonight about the human rights situation in the philippines. in a word, it is: bad.
i'll write more later, i promise. now i have to go to bed.

Comments:
you just highlighted ten good reasons why I'm my return is well over due ;)

love ya hun!
steph

 

congratulations, zhazha!! i wish i could have been there to witness your name being pronounced properly, in its entirety, for ONCE! good timing on that, too, i have to say... only how many years of schooling before someone could get it right?

anyway, i miss you and i'm crossing my fingers that i'll be able to come see you sometime this summer.

love,
sasa

 

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