A Canadian transplanted in Amsterdam. Ahhhhh...tulips!

Monday, July 31, 2006

Some bastard stole my bike!

James left this morning for Toronto. Shortly after, Jack and I made our way out and the first thing I noticed when I hit the sidewalk was that my bike was missing. Well not missing, STOLEN. I felt like crying. I know it happens here all the time - that's why everyone rides these crappy granny bikes - but it still pissed me off.

Bikeasaurus was completely pimped out with the Sponge Bob bell, removable front basket and a seat for Jack. And I just got her tuned up last week which meant new pedals, a new tire, new brake cables etc. Feck!

Ugh. I am so down in the dumps.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Beach Bums







With no end to the hot, hot temps in the city, we packed up the Mazda and zipped over to the coast to the town of Zandvoort. Lovely spot to spend the day - it's only 30 km from A'Dam. Zandvoort has a 9 km sandy beach (that is about 100 m wide) and it's right in the middle of the huge sand dune protected park. The beach was busy but not too busy.

We rented a wind/sun shelter and it was perfect for keeping our beer cold. Yes... you can drink on the beach (or smoke for that matter) without good ol' Officer OPP man bringin ya down. What fun!

Jack built castles and dozed highways. He chased sea gulls and stared at topless women. He pissed in the sand dunes and ate an orange popsicle although most of it dripped all over his clothes. He collected shells with Mommy and played soccer with Daddy. It was an excellent day at the beach.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Too Hot to Feck

Heat cools ardour in Red Light District

AMSTERDAM — Although Amsterdam's Red Light District is almost overrun with tourists, prostitutes report business is slower than usual because of the hot weather.

"The women are having a hard time; it is dreadfully warm," former prostitute Mariska Majoor of the Prostitute Information Centre said on Thursday.

With the country sweltering in daytime temperatures of around 30 degrees, fewer men than normal are availing of the services offered behind the infamous windows near the centre of the city. "As soon as the worst of the heat is gone, the place becomes livelier in the evenings," Majoor said. Still, prostitutes are complaining of lost income due to the heat.

Meant to work for themselves rather than pimps, the women tend to start work later and leave earlier because of the high temperatures. "Some prostitutes seek cooling outside the door, but passing police officers send them back into their rooms," Majoor said.

Most of the rooms with windows rented by the prostitutes are not fitted with air conditioning. "And the rooms that do have it are still too warm, Majoor said.

[Copyright Expatica News + ANP 2006]

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Fame at last

I am so proud of my little bro. Check out this email he sent me:

I made it into Macleans magazine! There is an article on drunk boating in the July 24 edition (pg #20) and there is a picture of me saving two beers besides a tipped canoe. It was from our last camping trip and the Macleans editor bought it off Kevin (the dude who took the picture).
Read the article.

The original photo can be found here...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/the-view-from-up-here/34685356/in/set-739374/

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The best job ever

Catie
How sweet is this puppy! This Lab works as a cutie pie in the lobby of the Fairmont hotel in Boston. I wish I knew about this last month when we were there cuz I would have given her a little scratch on the belly.

Read the article on CNN.

From the Fairmont web site:

For guests who miss canine companionship when traveling, the Fairmont Copley Plaza offers its Canine Ambassador program. This unique amenity provides the warm and friendly services of Catie Copley, a three-year old black Labrador retriever originally trained as a guide dog, to guests. In her position as Canine Ambassador, Catie accompanies guests on walks and runs throughout the city, greets guests, visits during meeting breaks upon request and is a community liaison with participation in several neighborhood and charitable events.


And in other news, Borat's movie is making its debut at the International Toronto Film Festival.

And in other news, Lance Bass is gay. Well there you have it. I can rest now.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Madge! Wait... I'm comin to see you!


Jack and I went into Centrum today. I haven't been there in ages and the weather was so hot and sunny, I couldn't stay in the appartment. I went to the American Book Center (ABC) on Kalverstraat and picked up a Michelin map and a travel guide to Austria. I bought some hair band thingeys at H&M and I noticed all the signs for Madonna & Crew. Apparently, H&M is the new costumer for the latest Madonna tour, Confessions. Now I must admit, I am not a big fan of the latest album. I cringed when I saw her crumpin... or whatever you kids call it. But I do love Miss M and I was excited about entering the Trip for Two Contest to London or Paris to see Madonna in concert. I had to write a little blurb about why I deserved the tix. I said something about wearing rubber bracelets and a mesh shirt and how my mother wouldn't let me me wear the crucifix to complete the oufit. Blah blah blah. Now gimme those tickets, H&M!

Heading out on the town tonight with Nat. She's leaving for the orphanage in Bulgaria this Friday. We're going to miss her a whole bunch but I'm so impressed that she's doing this. I promised her and myself that we'll go easy on the drinks tonight. We don't want a repeat performance of that night in The Pipe when we both don't remember getting home. So sprtizers and appetizers in a lounge and an early bedtime for me. Jack and I have a play date at Sarphati Park in The Pipe tomorrow morning at 10, so Mommy can't be nursing a hangover!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Efteling - World of Wonders

Efteling
I don't know what possessed us but we decided to go the Efteling, an Elven themed amusement park about an hour and a bit outside of Amsterdam. Hands down, it was the strangest place I have ever been too. It was part Dinseyland, part Storybook Gardens, part Santa's Village, part LSD hallucinated fun land. Check out these pics:

Jack Sprat
Jack's first real amusement park ride. The Elf Village roller coaster thingey. I got vertigo even though we were only 10 feet off the ground.

The Sleeping Giant
This was supposed to be the story of Tom Thumb. The big giant made this loud snoring noise and his head bobbed around. Jack loved it and kept asking to go back and see it.

The Shire
Welcome to the shire!

Jack & James
The Grusome Twosome!


Garbage dispensers. You put your rubbish up to this dude's mouth and there is a suction hose that whisks it away. Then he bellows, "Dank u wel"


More suction, Doctor.


COmpletely racist ride. We were so shocked and sickened to see this ride called, Monsieur Cannibal. Disgusting.


I'm not as good a shot as I used to be in those arcades down in Daytona Beach.


Summer fun.

Friday, July 21, 2006

"I saw a deadhead sticker on a Cadillac"



Remember that line from the Don Henley song, Boys of Summer?

Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."


Well I had a moment like that at the Artis Zoo this week. I saw a baby, maybe 6 months old wearing a Dead Kennedys t-shirt. Sigh.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Our Summer Vacation Spot

I told you it was hot!

Europe's heatwave claims victims

Temperatures have reached well above 30C (86F) in some countries
A heatwave affecting much of Western Europe has resulted in several deaths, health officials say.

In the Netherlands, an annual walking event in the city of Nijmegen had to be called off at the half-way stage after two walkers died of heatstroke.

In south-western France, the deaths of two elderly people on Tuesday were linked to the soaring temperatures.

The UK is bracing for its hottest day of the year, with temperatures predicted to reach 36C (96.8F).

In Italy, farm union officials said the country was suffering one of the worst droughts in decades.

Tar has begun melting on some roads in Britain

The heatwave also forced France's energy company, EDF, to scale back electricity generation at some of its nuclear power stations. The company asked its major clients to limit their electricity use.

The punishing heat has sparked a series of health warnings.

Officials are urging people to stay in the shade and drink plenty of water.

The hot spell is being compared to a heatwave in the summer of 2003, when some 20,000 people died across Europe as a result of heatstroke and dehydration

XXX at Artis Zoo


We went to the Artis Zoo today and as you can see, the Zebra was VERY happy to see us. Papa might recall a similar expression of happiness that time we went to the Toronto Zoo and the baboon was liking him alot. Felt sorry for the Zebra, though. It looked rather painful.

It was 33 C in Amsterdam today. I don't know what I was thinking but I decided to ride my bike to the zoo. It wasn't so bad except for the little bridges that I had to go over and they're so steep, (and with only 3 gears and a 40lb kid on the back) I almost tipped over into the Amstel river.

I don't know how he does it, but that kid always picks up the blonde Dutch girls at the zoo. He's got the moves.

It was feeding time at the zoo. We saw the geckos gettin their crickets. I told Jack how Daddy had a Tokay Gecko and he used to feed him crickets. He wasn't that impressed. However, when he saw the chameleon, he was like, "That's Daddy's tattoo!" But then we saw them feed the boa constrictor a bunny and it was really gross. Jack said, "He's not eating the bunny, Mommy. He's just hugging it." How true. And then I saw the snapping turtle tank with all these half eaten mice floating in the water. I almost puked. I'm really not good with the whole predator/prey thing. And to be honest, I think I'm a vegan at heart. But I do love the steak and the bacon and the curried chicken... just no so big on the mouse and bunny entrees.

Very witty

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong
from Andrea Harner

01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always
reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester,
and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in
the same way that hanging around tall people will make
you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all
kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry
their pets because a dog has legal standing and can
sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and
hasn't changed at all; women are still property,
blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still
illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay
marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears'
55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce
children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old
people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our
orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more
children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children,
since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a
theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are
imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only
one religion in America.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a
female role model at home. That's why we as a society
expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of
society; we could never adapt to new social norms.
Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the
service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Jayne's Dreams - A new feature


As I am sure that Lee can attest to - I have some strange dreams. We have spent s good portion of our lives sitting in the food court at Metro Hall discussing the possible meanings behind some of these curious unconscious musings.

I had a real weirdo one last night. And since I remembered so many details, I thought I'd share and see if any of you amateur dream analysts out there can decode them for me.

Here is the latest:

I was visiting Michelle & Rob who were living in house in Lawrence Park. The house was under serious construction and there was dry wall and 2x4s everywhere. James and I were there to pick up Zephyr who was being babysat by M&R. So I'm hanging out in the livingroom, when Rutger Hauer walks in with a toolbox. (Side note: Rutger Hauer is a Dutch actor who played the fabulous replicant 'Roy' in Blade Runner.) Apparently, he was helping Rob renovate their house because he was a carpenter before he was an actor. (Side note: I think that I confuse him with Harrison Ford, the star of Blade Runner, who WAS a carpenter before becoming an actor.)

So Rutger and I are talking and he tells me that he lives in the T Dot cuz Amsterdam is too expensive and they would tax him too much. He says he does renos now and he and his wife are collecting art that they find at garage sales.

I am in awe of the Rutger - who looks like the young Rutger and not the old Paul Newman Rutger that he is now. And he says, "I hear you are a writer - can you help me with my book." And I'm all like, "Oh yeah, Rutger." And he gives me 2 business cards (one is professional and the other contained his personal info) and says that I should call next week and we can go out for dinner and review his notes.

And then we leave and Rob shows us the new restaurant that he opened - which turns out to be candle lit tables for two along his street. He just cooks the stuff in his kitchen and then he runs it out the side door to the street and, voila!

Bon appetit!

Bastille Day








Our friend, 'Champagne Jane' threw an wonderful Bastille Day party at her flat near Vondel Park on Friday night. Whatta blast. Jane had been to Paris earlier in the week and had picked up all the cheeses and saucisse. The champers was a-pouring, the Edie Piaf was a-crooning, the neighbour's cat FiFi was stealing cheese off peoples unguarded plates. Jane's the one in the beret. She's a Brit but grew up in France. She has that certain je ne sais quoi. We had such a great time and we stumbled off into the night through the park when we realized how late it was.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Where's Grandma?

Schocking! I've heard of people doing this to their dogs... and even to their kids (while Mommy & Daddy hit the casino) but yer Granny? They're going straight to hell for this one.

Elderly woman left in stifling SUV
A 97-year-old woman is in hospital for dehydration after she was found alone in a car with the windows rolled up, police say.
Emergency technicians were called to the parking lot of a Burlington shopping mall around 4 p.m. Saturday, where they found the distressed woman inside a black sport utility vehicle, Halton Region police said.

The temperature inside the passenger cabin was over 50 degrees Celsius and witnesses reported the woman had been there for almost an hour, police said.

Police arrested the woman’s daughter and granddaughter after finding them inside the shopping centre.

Acton residents Bonnie Bouclair, 60, and Kimberly Bouclair, 36, were charged with failing to provide the necessities of life, police said.

You're not my mommy!

Turns out I was right about Stella McCartney. See my previous post, Holla... We Want Prenup.

This is what People is saying:

Recently a British tabloid claimed that 1) there's a tape of an incendiary phone conversation between the ex-Beatle and his daughter, fashion designer Stella McCartney; 2) the recording had fallen into Heather's hands; 3) Stella says very nasty things about Heather; and 4) Heather thereafter confronted Sir Paul.


Oy Oy Oy!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Candy from strangers



How time flies when you're on a swing! This is Jack at 11 months and at 3 years at the very same swing set in Vondel Park. We spent a very gor-gee-ous Friday in the park. Hooked up with Jack's friend Liam and his mom and sister and had a great time kickin back, soakin the rays and watchin everyone playin footie.




OK... I am so glad that I carry my camera with me at all times cuz moments like this need to be captured - no one would believe me otherwise. We were playing in the sandbox and this chick with a diaper on her head (fashioned to look like a traditional Dutch hat) and an apron was giving out soother suckers to all the kids. A mother sitting next to me explained that this was part of her stagette party and her friends dressed her up and made her do this. Too funny. Note the extremely blonde child taking the candy. I have never seen whiter children then I have here. Freaky children of the corn.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Ouch... that's funny!

I was surfing around some BC classifieds... no idea how I got there but anyway I came across this ad:

Vasectomy sale!
*Time to clear out all the kid accoutrement:
*Baby Bjorn
*Tough Traveler backpack
*Medela In Style electric breast pump
*Storkcraft crib


Now that's some good copywriting!

The Littlest Space Ranger

To Infinity and Beyond
This picture is for Jack's Grammy in Schomberg. She sent this Buzz Lightyear toy to Jack for his birthday. Um... I think that you can tell that he loves it so so much. The only problem is that he takes it to bed and he rolls over on it at night and it says stuff like, "To infinity... and beyond!!!!!!!!!!" And it wakes him out, spooks the dog and scares the shit outta me. But there is no convincing him to leave it on the floor or in his wagon. I guess that's what being a three year old is all about - havin naps with your Dino and your Buzz.

Killer Commute


This article makes a few interesting points about commuting. No big surprise, the transportation infrastructure in the GTA is lacking. My Dad and I have this same discussion everytime I'm back home. As he often points out, the politicians have no long term vision. They aren't investing in public transit. They aren't dealing with commuter transit like GO. The roads are never long enough, wide enough, smooth enough. "We're probably way behind the rest of the planet," - No kidding.

People commute from unbelievable distances in Ontario to work in Toronto. That's just a reality. I have friends that live in Ajax, Brooklin, Oshawa, Oakville, Mississauga, Barrie, Orillia, Schomberg... and they all commute into the GTA. I know what it's like. James and I lived in Schomberg for 2 years. We really liked it there but the commute killed us. Keeping to the Go Train's restrictive schedule was impossible. The commuter lots were almost always full and we would park our car in the ditch on Keele St. Because we only had one car (and we refused to get another one)we had to spend time coordinating meeting to come home together. Good luck trying to work overtime! So we drove alot of the time. Friday nights in the summer were a complete nightmare. We had to share the roads with all the additional cottagers heading out of the city and consequently, it would take us close to 2 hours to get home. And once we got home, we had no interest in getting back in the car and heading into the city to see friends or family. It just didn't make sense to us. So we bought a house in the city - a five minute walk to the subway and our lives changed for the better. We left our car in the driveway (most of the time) and we took the 45 minute 'grubway' downtown. When I got a job at Rogers, I was at work in 20 minutes.

I know city living is not for everyone - and without a question we had to sacrifice some of the 'nice-to-haves' like our own driveway, ample street parking, a big yard, a detached house etc. But our time was more important and we love it. I really disagree with the point that Marilyn Butt makes in this article, "For my kids, it's a calmer life in the country, and that's why I do this everyday." City life can be just as calming as country life. I know that a 12 hour day, hours commuting, Go Trains to catch, traffic to beat can make for a very frazzled mom - and that doesn't do very much for the kids.

I remember our neighbour Liz saying that when she turned the corner onto our street walking home from the subway, it felt like walking into a hug. Her kids (and the entire street worth of kids - about 36 on our block)would all be out playing on the sidewalks. Parents would sit out on their steps talking to each other - someone would hold your baby while you went back to check on your dinner in the oven. Barry (Liz's stay-at-home hubby) would be fixing some kid's bike or starting a water fight with a hose. Sheryl would hand me a bag of slightly used clothes for Jack - stuff her boys had just grown out of. Kate had just had her second baby and she was talking to Christine about her problems breast feeding. It was Friday and people usually headed over to Paula and Dmitiri house for some drinks and some BBQ. It was a really great place to live.

So I guess that the moral of the story is that community is what you make of it. It can be in the city, or the country or places in between. Take time to smell the roses.

A long and grinding road for commuters
GTA drivers spend 79 minutes daily on commute
It's even longer for transit users, StatsCan finds

If you live in the GTA, you spend an average of 79 minutes each day driving to and from work, but don't feel smug if you use public transit because you eat up just under two hours a day commuting.

The numbers mean we spend more time than anyone else in the country getting to work and back. And it doesn't look like it's going to improve any time soon.

"We're probably way behind the rest of the planet," said Baher Abdulhai, the Canada Research Chair in intelligent transportation systems. "There's no single solution that you could buy from somewhere, put it on the road today and tomorrow there's no congestion. It's not going to happen."

The StatsCan report released yesterday surveyed regions across Canada including the Toronto Census Metropolitan Area, which stretches from Oakville to Durham Region and north to Bradford.

The report found the average Greater Toronto car commuter spends two weeks a year in transit. The average time for a round trip to work in the GTA has increased by 11 minutes since 1992 and by three minutes since 1998, according to Statistics Canada.

"What we wanted to check was the perception that a lot of people have that it takes longer to get to work," said Martin Turcotte, author of the report.

He said public transit users in the GTA spend about three weeks a year getting to and from work, and it's stayed that way since 1992.

That's consistent with public transit use across Canada. The report found that, in most cases, it's faster to drive to work than to take public transit.

It notes that 64 per cent of public transit users spend more than an hour and a half commuting to and from work, while only 21 per cent of those driving reported spending more than 90 minutes on the road.

By comparison, the 2003 U.S. census says the commute time to work in New York City proper is 38 minutes. Doubling that figure to account for the return trip would hint at a total travel time of 76 minutes.

Likewise, one-way trips to work in Chicago (33 minutes) and Los Angeles (29 minutes) also suggest lower commuting times in those cities than in Toronto's CMA.

More than 8 million people live in New York City, about 3.8 million in Los Angeles, and 2.8 million in Chicago. By comparison, about 4.7 million people live in the Toronto CMA.

Toronto Transit Commission chair Howard Moscoe said cutting the commuting time for transit users is getting harder as more people use it.

Marilyn Butt, who commutes from Georgetown by GO Transit, leaves the house at 6 a.m. and gets back in at 6 p.m.

"It helps me get into work mode when I am going downtown and out of it when I am coming back," she said. "For my kids, it's a calmer life in the country, and that's why I do this everyday."

Nationally, it took Canadians 12 full days a year — or about an hour a day — to make the round trip from home to work. In 1998, Canadians spent just under an hour a day commuting to work.

Average commuting times have risen since 1992 in three of the country's largest cities, with Toronto, Montreal (76 minutes) and Calgary (66 minutes) all showing gains. Vancouver's average commuting time has remained almost constant since 1992, dropping slightly to 67 minutes from 70 minutes.

Abdulhai said Canada lags behind other nations when it comes to transportation infrastructure. He said many major U.S. cities use ramp metering, essentially a stop light at the entrance to freeways, to control the flow of traffic.

"When you bring in more people and you don't put in the infrastructure to move them, things will actually get worse. We're not doing much to improve things. We're just playing wait and see and hiding our heads in the sand. If nothing major happens, it makes for a longer commute," he said.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Make Like Zidane - Pour Wenners

Creative Cuisine on Apollolaan - Part 2


Some of you may remember one of my earliest posts regarding the fine cuisine that I serve my son here in Amsterdam. And for those of you who don't, click here. Creative cut meats. Yummy! The newest addition to the wurst family is voetball wurst in honour of the World Cup. It goes well with a young apple juice in a delicate sippy cup.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Why I miss Canada

Wiarton Willie dies
Toronto Star

Flags in Wiarton are flying at half-mast today, mourning the town’s most famous citizen.
Wiarton Willie, the weather-predicting groundhog, was taken off life support and died in his sleep.

Every Feb. 2, the albino rodent would emerge from his burrow and predict the coming of spring.

“You get very attached, he’s like a family pet, a community pet,” said Donna Elliott, the economic development officer for the Town of South Bruce Peninsula.

Willie had been suffering from an infection for the past month, but he rallied a few weeks ago to appear in a television special, giving hope to the town’s residents.

The groundhog held the position of Wiarton’s weather predictor for the past seven years. He was donated to the town after an Ottawa resident found him on the side of Highway 417.

With the summer tourist season beginning, about 80 people visit Willie each day.

Condolences have been received from around the country Elliot said.

Willie will be cremated and his ashes interred in a shrine next to a statue of his likeness.

A memorial service will be held at the site July 17.

Willie’s predecessor died in a cloud of controversy when his handlers attempted to cover up his death and replace him surreptitiously in a scandal that became known as Williegate.

With a file from Canadian Press

Thoroughly grossed out

Some of your Seinfeld addicts (aka Havoc) may remember the episode called, "The Bris". It's the one where Jerry and Elaine were asked to be the godparents of baby Steven. Anyway... here is a sample of the script:

STAN - The most important thing is to help with the bris.

Jerry - The bris?

Elaine - The bris?

KRAMER - A bris? you mean snip snip?

STAN - Yeah.

KRAMER - I would advise against that.

Elaine - Kramer. It's a tradition.

KRAMER - Well, so was sacrificing virgins to appease the gods, but we don't do that anymore.


He he he. Well, I'm not a big fan of the circumcision. We carefully considered both sides of the coin, so to speak and our Dr. finally convinced us that we shouldn't have Jack circumcised. (I am glad that he is 3 and not 13 because he would be mortified that I would be writing such things. But while I have my convictions on the matter, I understand that people have their own and in some cases, religion may dictate that this is necessary. (incidentally, for those of you interested in converting to Binglerism, there is no genital mutilation/modification required. Brazilian waxing is approved.) That being said, I was APPALLED, DISTURBED and SICKENED by the following article in the NY Times:

City Questions Circumcision Ritual After Baby Dies
By ANDY NEWMAN
Published: August 26, 2005

A circumcision ritual practiced by some Orthodox Jews has alarmed city health officials, who say it may have led to three cases of herpes - one of them fatal - in infants. But after months of meetings with Orthodox leaders, city officials have been unable to persuade them to abandon the practice.

The city's intervention has angered many Orthodox leaders, and the issue has left the city struggling to balance its mandate to protect public health with the constitutional guarantee of religious freedom.

"This is a very delicate area, so to speak," said Health Commissioner Thomas R. Frieden.

The practice is known as oral suction, or in Hebrew, metzitzah b'peh: after removing the foreskin of the penis, the practitioner, or mohel, sucks the blood from the wound to clean it.

It became a health issue after a boy in Staten Island and twins in Brooklyn, circumcised by the same mohel in 2003 and 2004, contracted Type-1 herpes. Most adults carry the disease, which causes the common cold sore, but it can be life-threatening for infants. One of the twins died.


Oral suction? Did I read that correctly? Why would you ever allow a man's mouth on your son's penis for ANY reason? I just can't understand this. This has got to stop.

I miss Wheezy

Well we're movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Fish don't fry in the kitchen;
Beans don't burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin'
Just to get up that hill.
Now we're up in the big leagues
Gettin' our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it's you and me baby
There ain't nothin wrong with that.

Well we're movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Losing it


OK. We all know the story. Italy won the World Cup - and to be honest, I was cheering for them. Maybe it's cuz I grew up on a street with Italians and I remember that summer of '82 when our street was a red/white/green party and the singing and whooping lasted well into the wee hours. However, I must admit that my favourite player is Zinedine Zidane. The now infamous French player who head-butted an Italian player in the final moments of OT. Would France have won if he had not left the game with a red card? Who knows. But you can bet that people will be blaming him for all sorts of stuff. I was listening to the BBC sportscasters ripping him a new one... calling him a 'disgrace' and 'unsportsmanlike'. Well, that may very well be true but I can tell you that whatever words were said by the Italian player Marco Materazzi, you can better believe that it was pretty bad. And I think I would have done the same thing in the heat of the moment. There is speculation that he was called a 'terrorist' or a some kind of slam against him being a dirty muslim or an Algerian fugee... the list goes on. This all reminds me of the lyrics to a Kenny Rogers song, Coward of the Country:

I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
and Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man.

(or a woman)

So dear Mr. Zidane. I think you're still an ace. You're the hottest football player in the world, evah. And whatever your reason was for acting that way, I suggest that you keep it to yourself and move on.

Check out this article from the Toronto Star.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Jack's Birthday Party








We celebrated Jack's 3rd birthday today with a Cars-themed party. Jack had five friends over from The British School. There was Josh and his mom, Rachael from Syndney Australia, Ronin & Peter and their mom, Katherine from the UK and US, Kellen and his mom Karen from L.A., and Ben and his mom Allie from Liverpool. What an international crowd. We also had grown-up guests, Cynthia and Natalie join us. The cake from My Aunt's Cakes was a big hit and absolutely delicious. Jack got some cool presents - lots of Duplo, bubble-blower, dinosaurs etc. What a great time!

Friday, July 07, 2006

Dubya Diction

I just read this mind-numbing interview that People Magazine did with Dubya on his 60th birthday. I'm a little concerned about the use of the word, "retard" in his answer to the first question. COuld it be a Freudian slip?

President Bush turns 60 on Thursday, but it hasn’t slowed him down. On the run, he talks to PEOPLE about biking, bum knees and bad gifts.

What's the last body part that gave out on you?
My knee. My legs are probably next. But I'm working out hard still at age 60, trying to retard age, riding hard (on my mountain bike).

Thursday, July 06, 2006

hips don't lie


I found myself singing this song on my bicycle today as I was pedalling past the Museumplein and I thought to myself... wow... that's a catchy little tune. And this woman can really move, indeed her hips aren't lying but she can also move her rib cage/boobies around in such a fashion! Oy vey. So props to Khal Shariff in the Peg who in his days at CBC was a big Shakira fan and I teased him mercilessly about it. For you, Khal.

I need a job

Lovin these extras that some companys ply their employees with. Long weekend in Amsterdam? Free beer? Restoring native plants in Hawaii? But I like the personal concierge the best. Check it out:

Extreme extras

NEW YORK (MONEY Magazine) - Some companies reward their employees with generous vacation time; others keep workers happy with above-average 401(k) matches.

Free Beer
Employees at New Belgium Brewing in Fort Collins, Colo. receive a case of beer a week, which the company does not recommend they drink while riding the bike (like the one on the label of NBB's Fat Tire Amber Ale) that they get after a year on the job. After five years, they go to Belgium to sample the brews that inspired the company's creation.

Free adventure
Brogan & Partners, a Michigan marketer, takes its 60 employees on annual mystery junkets - no one's told the destination (they've hit Amsterdam, Iceland and the Caribbean). At UCG, a Rockville, Md. business publisher, the 1,000 workers (and significant others) are sent on a surprise, all-expenses-paid long weekend every five years.

Pet insurance
Denver-based Chipotle Mexican Grill chips in a maximum of $30 a month toward veterinary insurance for pet-owning employees.

Free Fish
The Sheboygan, Wis. campus of insurance company Acuity features a stocked pond, and the 850 employees can keep their catch. For those who eat too much fish, the company pays for Weight Watchers. Employees put down $100. If they make their weight goal, they get the money back. If not, Acuity matches the money and gives it to charity.

'Pray' for a raise
HomeBanc, the Atlanta mortgage lender, contracts with Corporate Chaplains of America to provide confidential support to any of its 1,300 workers facing crises. "They will only bring up faith or religion if the employee asks," says v.p. Mark Scott. In January and February, HomeBanc's chaplains were paged 244 times, made 34 hospital visits and participated in five weddings and funerals.

Hug trees, get paid
Outdoor outfitter Patagonia pays employees to work for an environmental group of their choice for up to two months. In the past, workers have monitored wolves in Yellowstone and restored native plants in Hawaii. The privately held Ventura, Calif. company will also, "under certain circumstances," pay bail for workers jailed for civil disobedience related to environmental activism.

Concierge services
At four hospitals in the OhioHealth network, concierges handle every conceivable personal chore for all 15,200 employees, from doctors to housekeeping staff. Bonded concierges on retainer from third-party provider 2 Places At 1 Time will buy a nurse's list of groceries, then take them to her house and put them away. Or go to homes to let repair people in or dogs out. One concierge even stood on line and scored fifth-row seats to a Kenny Chesney concert.

Your portrait: Hangin' with the boss
At the Toledo HQ of Root Learning, which creates visual aids for strategic initiatives, portraits of all 80 employees hang in the lobby. They're not arranged like an org chart - you can't tell by the wall who's an exec and who's an assistant. Visual puns are the norm - a senior v.p. known for her constantly changing hair color gets a Warholian four-panel treatment.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Open Letter to Jack on his 3rd Birthday




Happy Birthday, Jack!

I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how wonderful it is that you are 3 today. I know that it is a cliche, but I can't believe how time has flown by. Daddy and I were talking about it this morning. I remember waking up on July 5, 2003 with the feeling that I had eaten too much pizza the night before at Gerards. Daddy was sleepy but he got up to watch the Formula One qualifying race. A couple of hours later, I was screaming at the teen volunteer who was doing the SARS screening at the front door the Toronto East Genereal. Of course I'm outta breath you idiot, I'm having a baby.

And then you were born and everything in our world had changed completely. I look at these pictures and I realize what a rough time it was for you to get to the outside. Your poor little face is bruised and paralysed. And we won't mention what that mean Dr. Lady did to Mommy's parts. But you bounced back and I look at you now as a big, strong, independant 3 year old and I hardly recognize that shriveled up screaming caterpillar.

So! Today we celebrate. Mommy, Daddy, Zephyr and all your friends and family wish you the happiest birthday, Peanut. Kisses.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Dialogue: A Discussion in Clay









I was so happy to attend the opening of my friend, Michael Broeker's ceramics exhibit at the WTC here in Amsterdam. Michael is an incredible artist and putting together this series almost got the best of him. But he pulled it off and the pieces speak to his dedication and craftmanship. All the glazes he used were orignals - carefully created from scratch after repeated attempts to achieve the right finish for these pieces. The result is stunning. Bubbley, cracked, rough, pebbled, laboured - almost in contrast to the round, smooth shape of the ceramics themeselves. An inspiring exhibit!