11.11.2009

book review: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

This book was suggested to me by my thesis adviser and was part of my required reading in my Introduction to Creative Writing with an Aboriginal Focus class. A general summary of the novel is borrowed from ShermanAlexie.com:
In his first book for young adults, bestselling author Sherman Alexie tells the story of Junior, a budding cartoonist who leaves his school on the Spokane Indian Reservation to attend an all-white high school. This heartbreaking, funny, and beautifully written tale, coupled with poignant drawings that reflect the character’s art, is based on the author’s own experiences and chronicles the contemporary adolescence of one Native American boy as he attempts to break away from the life he seems destined to live.
It's an easy read, full of humour, cartoons and laughter.At least, my first reading was. I breezed through, nodding my head in some places, and laughing out loud in others. I got the prevalent Indian Humour within, but I don't think that non-FN people would feel excluded. It's just that good.

I read it again a few days before class. I was in a different head space, thinking of home and my new home, thinking of where I want to be in five years. Just thinking a lot deeper than I normally do. So I read it.

I cried.

I cried with a smile on my face, I cried while nodding in agreement, I cried at the end.

While I was glad I was reading in the privacy of home and not in some cafe somewhere, I was a bit startled. I'm not an emotional person, I don't cry often. I had to think and reread yet again to find out what it was that got to me.

One layer of the novel is the constant struggle that Junior goes through as he chooses to leave his reserve and pursue his education. That is a choice that most, if not all, youth on my reserve go through. And after he makes his choice, he has to deal with community not supporting him, his best friend abandoning him and walking in a world where he doesn't know the rules.

While the author touches on plenty of other realistic portrayals of First Nations struggles - poverty, alcohol abuse, lack of hope - it was the struggle between education and community that I could really relate to.

As a young woman who has left her First Nation to pursue a diploma, a BA, a MFA, I haven't lived on my home land in eight years. I am one of the most formally-educated people on my reserve. When I go home, I am aware of my otherness. I am proud of my education, of course, but I am aware that I have lost something of home in order to gain something for myself.

The book brought out that aspect of my life for me, and made the novel all that more real to me. I connected to it, I appreciated it, and I felt that I was understood. That I wasn't alone.

It was a great read. I highly recommend it. It's one of those novels that will challenge you, and appeal to readers of all ages.

Read it, love it, and tell me about it.

11.10.2009

cleaning up my cyber-space

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I have spent the last month cleaning up my online identity.

My friend Jody recently taught me about 123people and man, is that creepy. You can search for anyone by name and location. It gives you emails, phone numbers (if available) and any past internet connection that mentions the name searched.

Anyways, we did this to me and I found two old websites that I had made. I'm sure we all did this at some time - Angelfire and Piczo. How fun was that? I realized that I really didn't want these old, random blogs and site to be part of my online identity. I didn't want an old 2004 blog post about nothing to be what people saw when they searched for my name.

And yeah, people do google me. How creepy/fun is that? That's how they get sent to this blog and my other blogs. I kind of love it.

Anyways, it took me about a month with the emailing and replies between me and the help teams. Finally, as of today, I have those two sites down and just have to work on one more. I'm cleaning up my image, one day at a time. Woot-woot.

writing, writing, writing

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The wordle image above is me taking all the text from my 88 pages and making it into this word cloud. I kind of love it. I'm going to frame it as inspiration.

I handed in 88 pages of my thesis/YA novel to my Children's Lit class last Thursday. We're work-shopping it this Thursday, so I haven't been writing as much as I would like.

My goal is to do five pages a day, or 35 pages a week. It's insane, I know, but I want to get 200-250 pages done by the end of December so I could spent the second half of my last term working on it and getting it to a publishable level.

Anyways, I'm was doodling - I'm a doodler, it's how I think - and I was trying to come up with a plot. According to my fiction professor last term, poets have the hardest time with plot. He said that as soon as he found out he had three poets in his class and I have heard that warning in my head ever since.

Damn that professor.

The first half of my thesis is about 80% done. There are some scenes that I need to rock out but for the most part, it flows. The second part and the big climax (what an awful word, lmao) is kind of blank, although for some reason, I know the ending.

And I don't think it's a happy ending. I'm been dreaming about it and it makes me so sad. It weighs on me, it makes me ponder in silence, staring out into nothing. I daydream about it, getting teary-eyed. I sigh randomly, walking through the hallways. It weighs on me.

But if I want to make this story as authentic as possible, I don't think there could be any other ending.

Dear Trudy John,

I deleted you from being my Facebook Friend again.

Yes, again.

I'm sorry.

I love you. I really, really do. Let me remind you how much I love you...

I love you so much I'll be weirdly aggressive and affectionate with you on nights out. This means letting guys know you're my girlfriend when you're not interested in them, holding your earring for you when you want to go "just talk to that girl," and helping you make drunken phone calls to Greg at 3 AM on a Paturday with beer in our bellies and wings in our hands.

I love you that much.

I love you so much that I'll always been your go-to girl. That means I'll be there helping you drink cheap coolers out of fancy wine glasses, help you drink Greg under the table (haha! Go hard or go home!) or be the one holding your hand the next morning as I convince you the hangover isn't that bad and the bridal show will be super-fun.

I love you that much.

I love you so much that I'll be your home-away-from-home. That means my couch in Vancouver is always free, that an extra room will always be available to you in any house I rent, and that I know what you mean when you say "Hmmmm. Dry Meat..." I won't even ask. I'll just nod. I won't even make inappropriate jokes about your dry meat.

That's how much I love you.

I love you so much that I'll always remember your birthday. It has nothing to do with the fact that it's a month after mine, but rather that you're mah girl, and I'm your girl. I'll even buy you copious amounts of wine and steak and make sure that you laugh, laugh some more and laugh loud on that very special day.

That how much I lurve you!

...

...

So why the facebook hate?

Well, you know. In a dreamworld, if you were doing this:
I would be cool. I would be very, very cool even though he's a fake Indian. But you're not, and I don't want to hate, so it's just safer if we stay friends in the real world and not facebook. Because... yeah.

You may not be my facebook friend, but you're my forever friend*!


*I know, cheesy! But it's true!

11.09.2009

rainy-day Vancouver hair: the messy bun

I have a medium-fine strand of hair, but there is a lot of it. I also have a wavy texture that curls and frizzes when it's humid out. And it's long. And Vancouver weather hates my hair.

So I'm trying to come up with some styles that let me keep my hair up and non-frizzy without slicking it to my head. Because I also have a big head and no one needs to see that.

Option 1: the messy bun.
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I actually really like this style. I do. But do you know how hard it is to get an actual acceptable messy bun and not just a droopy nest on top of your head?

ETA: So it's the end of day and it was an okay success. I put some thickening spray (Bed Head SuperStar - smells great and works wonderfully) in my hair, near the roots, and blow-dried until mostly dry with my head upside down..

I sprayed some chi (CHI Shine Infusion) all over my hair as well, after blow-drying, to get a dose of shine and heat protection for my next step. It also helps smooth out your hair - because after blow-drying, my hair is this big, huge puffball.

I then curled the ends of my hair. I didn't set with hairspray or anything like that. I just wanted any pieces that were going to be loose and free to be curly.

I straightened my bangs, using a fine tooth comb and my straightener. I did this because it's easier for me to style a poof with my bangs that way. Backcombed, smoothed over, set with bobby pins and voila - a poof.

I then tossed my head upside down and gathered all my hair as high up as I could. Ponytail, ponytail, ponytail. Some people leave it half in, half out, but I pull it all the way through.

I then tossed, wrapped and twirled my hair, sticking in bobby pins until it looked even on both sides and didn't have too many funny bits about it. It wasn't perfect but my hair is a weird length for this, so I'll take what I could get.

I smoothed out my tiny, baby hair and set the style with this awesome hairspray called Masterpiece (Bed Head Masterpiece - smells amazingly good and works really well). It smells like a fruit cooler - and I love it. I hate stinky hairsprays.

I liked it okay enough, for a wet, humid day. Usually I would wear my bangs down but in this weather, they get super curly and start to look like one big ringlet in the front of my head. I did have a headache - pulled tight and bobby pins - but yeah. Good enough for me.

f&*$ me, my day hasn't even started

It has been raining for two days, and expected to drizzle on for another two. Everyone warns you about the rain in Vancouver - and you laugh it off - but it's Damn. True. It just gets under your skin and into your feelings. You feel the weather in Vancouver.

What do I mean? I mean when it's sunny and the ocean breeze is coming off the water and the entire town smells like sea salt - you feel damn good. People smile more, wave, you sometimes get a free coffee from your favorite barista at Starbucks. Life is good. Then it gets dreary Grey and people start rushing more, heads ducked low, many layers of clothing piled on. They don't smile, don't make eye contact and all have this look of grey about them - like they're absorbing the weather.

The picture above isn't even too bad - it was taken a few days ago. Right now, it's a much darker sky, with more of a rain then a drizzle. It's plus 11 out, expected to get colder (of course). Usually, plus 11 and a little bit of rain I could handle, especially comparing it to Saskatchewan, but right now - All I wanna do is crawl back into bed, snuggle up with my pillows, and listen -with my eyes closed - to the rain and the city and the traffic and the planes.

But I got class this evening.

And wouldn't you know it - Allen took the umbrella.

Damnit.

11.08.2009

Starbucks is for rockstars

Pumpkin Spice Latte: A+

The trick is to get soy milk, which adds a nice, nutty flavour and to get a grande in a venti cup. That way, you can get double the whip and spice. It's quite lovely.



Peppermint Mocha: B+

I like me some peppermint and chocolate. Again, I get non-fat milk to smooth out the extreme sweetness of it. The chocolate curls are a nice touch, and if those aren't available, ask for chocolate drizzle. Yum.










Caramel Brule Latte: A

This is extremely sweet. The caramel chunks plus caramel syrup are crazy together. I usually get sugar-free/non-fat so it's not sooo "thick". I hate regular milk. But it's good for those cold, rainy Vancouver nights.



Gingerbread Latte: F

This was gah-ross. Yeah. I didn't even finish it. It tasted horrible, left a bad aftertaste in my mouth, and I just tossed it out. Blah. never again.

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