Getting my own place; the pleasure of this cannot be overstated
Taking on new responsibilities at work- more multicam directing, more writing, supervising edit & audio shifts. Awesome and rewarding.
Food: Rosebud at Queen & Spadina, the Citizen at Queen & Broadview. The Tulip steak house on Queen East. Joon’s Korean at Bloor & Manning for the giant cheese mess. McNugget emergencies and the resurgence of McDonald’s Blueberry Pies, and so many more delicious, delicious meals
A gorgeous, perfect week in BC with hilarious friends
“Outliers” by Malcolm Gladwell
Doing a buttload of public speaking and noticing a continual improvement in my skillz
Learning more about screenplay writing- both the fact that I said I wanted to & actually did, and the actual process of doing it.
The mostly-even keel of my moods
Scooter making me laugh my face off
Writing- this past year was undoubtedly the most prolific writing year of my life, and I hope to say that every year hereafter
My endlessly-delightful friends
A Class Divided is a documentary about an exercise invented in 1968 by Jane Elliott, a third-grade teacher in Riceville, Iowa. The night Martin Luther King was assassinated, Elliott decided to teach her eight-year-old students a more concrete lesson about discrimination; so she divided the class by eye colour and began to treat the blues differently from the browns. This video documents the whole thing- from the exercise itself to the children’s reactions the next day and a decade later- and even follows Elliott into a prison to perform the same exercise on adult prison guards.
The exercise is harsh and at times heartbreaking. Mrs. Elliott teaches and enforces the discrimination with a rapid-fire sharpness that reminds me of Stephen Colbert, and the camera catches moments of cruelty and vulnerability from the subjects. Being a member of the “bad” group has a profound effect on the confidence of children and adults alike, and it even has a negative impact on the participants’ scores in academic tests.
It’s also worth considering how ethical it is to treat children like this- and if the fact that society already does treat some children like this makes it acceptable to do the exercise with other kids.
This is a fantastic and thought-provoking documentary. Five-part link will play continuously, for a total running time of about an hour, at this link.
On Xmas day I came down with the most despicable case of influenza I’ve ever had. Temperature up to 103′, burning lung pain, aching bones, racked with coughs that sounded like the birth of a monster. I also had a new webcam and I reeeally wanted to talk to my friends! But there was no WAY I was ever gonna let anyone on the internet see how uggers I am when I’m sick.
There has to be a way, I thought groggily, to have a videochat without compromising the air of ladylike dignity I’m so widely known for.
Then I had a thought. Perhaps, I thought, I could cover the lens of the webcam with something removeable and translucent!
Having just wrapped a metric buttload of presents, I immediately knew just what to use.
But it was too opaque.
Maybe this would be ok if I was in the witness protection program.
But I’m not.
Back to the drawing board. Maybe a less-frosted piece of translucent material would do the trick.
I’ve been taking my temperature (orally, thanks for asking) every half-hour or so, and my thermometer has a little clear plastic case…
Perhaps if I just…
No. This is stupid, and it makes a weird reflection of the webcam light. That’s dumb.
Too I see dead people.
Think, Stamp, think.
Ugh, mouthbreathing is making my lips so dry.
(Actually, I kind of reeka too, but let’s try to stay on track here.)
Just a leetle dab…. and….
Wait, did I just smear lip balm on a brand new webcam? Uh… careful… steady…
The technology is reversible! I am a genius!
And the best part was, nobody on the internet ever saw how sickly and slovenly I was! My secret is safe.
Alls it takes is a slight shift into a minor key and suddenly, Santa turns into a creepy dude standing out back by the shed.
This guy is a total hipster with his keffiyah scarf and his manicured facial hair. Just simmer down, dude. And aren’t you late for your ironic indie band practice or something?
Here’s a site that lets you check off how many of the 250 greatest films of all time you’ve seen. You can try it here. I think finishing this list would be a decent 2009 resolution.
Richard Dawkins, my very mostest favouritest evolutionary biologist (who’s better known these days, but less personally compelling to me, as a spokesman for atheism), interviews mentalist Derren Brown.
The complete interview video is here. I found this on Metafilter, and the first comment it received there made me larf rather loudly. I haven’t actually watched this yet but Alison liked it, so here you go.