Sunday, 25 November 2007

It has been a long while since I posted...

work has kept me extraordinarily busy, and when I am not working (insert my martyr comment, "and when am I NOT working?") I am chilling with Sean (if he is home), or hanging out with my close circle of friends...

... this has left little time for posting, for when I am on the computer, I seem to be checking facebook and hanging out at youtube... and not reading any blogs or writing a blog entry.

I have quite a few emails and facebook messages that need my attention, but I don't have any fuel left in my tank after I have put in my work hours.

I have even ignored my niece's emails, which just shows you how I don't feel like spending time on the computer writing... I think my brain is MUSH and that I am in dire need of a holiday.

Speaking about facebook, I have noticed that I have lost some Christian friends from my church days due to my "agnostic" stance on god... This made me think about my blog writings about why I left the church and at first became a christian in exile, and then moved to my agnostic position...

...I know I owe my dear faithful reader (my one fan, 'tijn!) the remainder of the story...especially since my dear cuz, ('tijn) put up with my holier than thou attitude when I was in my christian phase of life...

I will try and do an entry prior to Christmas and hopefully I will do the final entry during the christmas season (fitting, don't you think?)

Anyways, I think I am going to go back to facebook to see how many more christians/ex-friends I have lost over the last few days...amazing, their attitude just plays into my bitter theory that they think that they should have all of the love in the world, and us little pee-on unbelievers don't deserve their attention, for yes, they own the patented rights to heaven...

toodles,
CG
PS:  Go SK Rough Riders, Go! 


Monday, 24 September 2007

Good Memories

Not all of my memories about my tenure in the realm of Christianity are horrific. I made some good friends while attending church and Bible College. The real friends still talk/email me despite the fact that I am no longer a Christian. The "fake" friends who (surprise surprise) were the most "holy" out of the group of Christians dropped me like a hot potatoe when I stopped attending church.
Here are a few good memories from my attendance at bible college:


The artist of the drawings is Dave. Dave used to make me laugh all the time. He would do these zany drawings while in class - it is too bad that I only kept 2 of his drawings...


More about my story to follow... I have just been pretty busy to do a "serious" post!

Saturday, 8 September 2007

Prior to attending bible college, I was the typical Christian who did not study the bible on my own.  Sure,  I read passages before I slept or during bible study, but I never took the time out to read and understand completely this book which my faith and my life was founded upon.

Once I was in bible college, I started studying the bible in depth for my studies and my own personal gain.  That was where I began questioning things.  I found so many contradictions and confusing statements.  This further study of the bible did not help my faith, rather it made my faith falter.

I began reading other books that are not of the Christian faith.  Books written by religious studies experts who explained their view on Christianity.

How can I understand my own belief system if I didn't understand fully and entirely what I believed in?  A quick 20 minute course in apologetics (I say 20 minutes, when in actual fact it was a full semester course.  What I mean by this statement is that we touched so very briefly on every subject of secular teachings that the college did not agree with, so it felt like a 20 minute course) was not going to get me winning an argument against a person who has their PhD in Astronomy.

Through my studies of the origin and the meanings of the bible, I discovered the incontinence of the biblical word.

I guess what I am saying is that my decision to leave the church was not hastily made.  My decision to enter a church and become a christian was made in the excitement of belonging to a group of people who accepted me and made me feel safe.  Leaving the church was a big step for me.  I was leaving the confines of a place where I once felt safe, where I once felt like I knew everything and had it all figured out.  My exit of the church was the exact opposite: it was not done as a quick arc reflex reaction.  It was done logically and with a lot of misgivings.

Losing one's faith leaves one hollow.  Leaving one's friends and deciding to start afresh is a lonely step.  However, I knew I had to do this, for I could no longer attend an establishment that to me was not the truth.

I am just thankful that through his own path of self-awareness, Sean had also decided to leave the church.  I do not know what I would have done had Sean decided to stay in the church.  (please note, I did not sway Sean to leave the church, he came to his own conclusions and his own reasons as to why he left the church)

What books did I study and what conclusions did I come to about Christianity?

That is another blog post.  Now it is time for me to have my first cup of coffee and go enjoy the day with Sean.

CG


Wednesday, 5 September 2007

XTC

This is not a post that further explains why I left Christianity.  Rather, it is the lyrics to one of my favourite XTC songs, "Dear God".  This song sums up how I feel - more importantly the line that says, "I can't believe in you" 

Dear God by XTC.

Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1986 Virgin Records Ltd.

Dear God, hope you got the letter and 
I pray you can make it better down here 
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer 
But all the people that you made in your image 
See them starving on their feet 
'Cause they don't get enough to eat from God 
I can't believe in you

Dear God, sorry to disturb you but 
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear 
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears 
And all the people that you made in your image 
See them fighting in the street 
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about God 
I can't believe in you

Did you make disease and the diamond blue? 
Did you make mankind after we made you? 
And the devil too!

Dear God, don't know if you noticed but 
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book 
And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look 
And all the people that you made in your image 
Still believing that junk is true 
Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God 
I can't believe in 
I don't believe in

I won't believe in heaven and hell 
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well 
No pearly gates, no thorny crown 
You're always letting us humans down 
The wars you bring, the babes you drown 
Those lost at sea and never found 
And it's the same the whole world 'round 
The hurt I see helps to compound 
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 
Is just somebody's unholy hoax 
And if you're up there you'd perceive 
That my heart's here upon my sleeve 
If there's one thing I don't believe in 
It's you 
Dear God.

Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Why I Turned in my Membership Card

During the early to mid/late 1990's, I was a card carrying extreme Christian.  I was a bible thumping, soul wrenching, altar seeking born again believe in Christ kind of Christian.

That statement is far away from who I am now

Around 1995, I began to have serious doubts about my faith.  The quick and dirty statement about faith is that you have to have faith to have faith.  I can't live like that.  I need to ground my faith in something.  I need to have something concrete that I can stick my faith against.  

For a few years, until the fall of 1997, I played out the part of a card carrying Christian.  I still went to church on Sundays, but I did not practice that faith at home.  I had no more faith.

I had lost Jesus.  I had lost faith.  And neither one of them are hiding behind the couch.

**insert the small print here:  this blog entry has nothing to do with Sean's spiritual travel.  Sean has come to his own conclusions about Christianity that in no way has been influenced by my choices**

**insert even smaller print here:  these are my opinions.   I do not re-read my blog posts once they have been written.  In a way the posts where I purge and get junk off of my chest are like vomit.  I don't look at my vomit after I have spewed it.  I just flush.  This post is similar.  Therefore, if this post comes across crass or rude or...or... OR!  It is not intentional.  I do not edit my work and I will not refine how it is written, even though it may sound offensive.**

I had lost faith.

Faith, like I have heard so many Christians say, is just that:  faith.  Believe or don't believe.  That isn't me.  My mind doesn't work that way.  

A Christian as well can not tell me to turn to the bible for the answer.  I don't believe the bible. As a matter of fact, I never did.  I think that is one of the hardest parts of my studies when I was in Bible College.  I remember sitting in class feeling very dumb-founded that there were people out there - intelligent people - who actually believed that some dude named Abram lived until he was 175 years old.  Even more-so, this old man got his wife pregnant when she was 90 years old! 

Even if during the time of the pentateuch the Babylonians followed the Ethiopian calendar, Abraham was still older than the median age span for that era.  Even with all of the science and medical advancements in the new millennium, 175 is not a "normal" age for a person to reach.

Ok, I digressed.  This post is going to be full of digressions... and perhaps a spice of bitterness, which maybe 90% of is not intentional, but 10% of it is.. (read small print disclaimers)

So, why do I have no faith, no bible and no belief in Christ?

That is a long answer.  Some people will identify with my answer, others, who are perhaps the full blown card carrying christian, will not understand my answers.  Those people will remind me of the old me:  the one who was trying so hard to have faith without faith and who was believing for the sake of believing, without investigating.

My answer can be brought to you, oh faithful reader (for I am sure it is just my cousins who now read this blog...Martijn - I haven't forgotten about your airplane request, I am having trouble with the site) in a series of blog posts.

Not in order of how they appear:
  1. midrash - what is it and why in my very humble opinion has the new testament been interpreted incorrectly  (hah!  a person who dropped out of bible college after 2 years is going to refute the learned's - note sarcasm - this is just my opinion from my minute amount of reading that I have done on the subject)
  2. the church and how it threw my failings into my face and made me feel like I needed to be an addict to the altar call
  3. the people of the church:  why do they think they have all the love in the world?
  4. what my opinion is of Jesus and the bible
yah, and there might be sub points in between these and most likely there will be ranting and ravings and ramblings that will make no sense to anyone but to me.  But, who the fuck cares?  I need to get this out there - written down, for it is the only way that I can burn the friggin' couch, just in case Jesus decides to try and hide behind there again.

More to follow.

And now I must rinse.

CG 

Wednesday, 1 August 2007

Whoa

So, today I was on the c-train, heading west.

Suddenly, I heard a train screach to a halt. Outside I could hear a crowd of people scream "No!", "Stop!". There were also generic screams of horror and screams of shock. Almost concurrent with this, our train lurched suddenly to a stand-still.

Without even thinking everyone on the train I was on got up and rushed to the window. On the 8th avenue platform (the one that heads east) people were either frozen with panic, or trying desperately to get off of the train platform.

A pedestrian had been hit by the C-Train.

From our front row seats, we were able to see the police, firemen, paramedics and c-train officials rush to the scene of the accident.

It was horrifying.

About 20 minutes later, the officials were able to let our c-train go past the scene of the accident, where we were dropped off at the last station for downtown and told that the c-train was out of service.

From there, I had to walk back into the downtown core and I walked past the now taped off c-train platform. On the platform, I passed by a body that was covered in a yellow tarp.

A dead body.

I walked past people who were sobbing, while police took their statements.

And I realized, yet again, how fuckin' fragile we are.

Monday, 30 July 2007

Nutella


I did a blog post in early 2007 about the public bathrooms in my office building.  As you may recall, my post was about the elastic collection that was someone was compiling on one of the toilet tanks in the bathroom.

Slowly, this elastic collection vanished and there were no more mysteries afoot in our public bathroom.

Until today.

Today I noticed in the feminine hygienic disposal bin a jar of nutella.  

This left me pondering:  why does someone take a jar of nutella with them into the bathroom?  Furthermore, why do they dispose of said jar in the disposal bin that is situated in the stall?  Why not toss the jar out in the main bathroom bin, or, better yet, in the office kitchen?

My mind then pictured someone sitting on the toilet, with their pants around their ankles, and their fingers in the jar of nutella, eating the chocolate gooey substance straight from the jar!

Of course, then my mind went back into its comfortable groove in the gutter and pictured other, um, unusual nutella usage options . . . ah, yeah, I won't go into those thoughts . . . just let your mind snuggle up to mine in the gutter and you'll get the idea.

I so wish I could put up a webcam in this bathroom stall to see what else goes on in there!

In other news, an old friend of mine, whom I reconnected with on facebook, has asked me why I have left the church, or, as I so very bluntly put it, "turned in my membership card."  As her question is not easily answered, I have mulled over my answer for well over a month.  I think I am almost ready to put up that post.

Stay tuned for more about the nutella, or about my lack of christianity!

Toodles,
CG 

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

More about Oliver

So, our latest addition, Oliver is doing well.

For all those who are interested, Oliver is a white devonshire rex. You can read more about them here.

We got Oliver through acquaintances of ours, who can no longer keep him, due to various reasons. We have decided to not change his name, as he really is an Oliver... I wonder if our human friend Oliver will appreciate *that*!

As a cat whisperer in training, Sean & I have been reading up on how to integrate Oliver into our family. When we first brought Eddie into our house, we followed a similar routine, but Eddie was only a teen cat and the integration was over in a blink of an eye. Oliver, however, as a 3rd cat, needs to really get used to us, our boyz and everything else.

So, he has been living in our master bedroom since Saturday. Each night, one of us sleeps in the same room as Oliver, so we have been swapping rooms between the master bedroom and our guest bedroom. Since Saturday, Oliver and our own boyz (Josh & Eddie) have been getting to know each other. We are now at the point where they have met face to face and are not hissing any more... Soon, Sean & I will be able to sleep in the same bed! :-)

In other news, it is great that Sean is back from Toronto. He was able to squeeze in a day of touring - he even had dinner with our good friend Philbert, who now lives in the big TO.

I have been grounded for the past week from running & biking. I injured my hip (an old injury from when I was 5 has reared its ugly head) on my last run. So, now I am stuck with exercises, massages (painful ARTC massages) and with icing my hip everyday. Thank goodness it is freakin' hot, so the ice pack is welcomed!

Well, I had best go back to being a cat whisperer!

Toodles,
CG

Sunday, 22 July 2007

Introducing...

In the beginning, there was JACK.

Then, there was two - Jack and Josh.

Our little orange freak of a cat, Jack, passed away.

Rest in peace little buddy.


Then there was Eddie.

Josh and Eddie.


And now there is Oliver...
Josh, Eddie & Oliver.

I am surrounded by a herd of cats!

Sunday, 15 July 2007

Out & About

Since my last blog entry on the 3rd of July, both Sean & I have been quite busy.

First of all, prior to the 3rd of July, we spent the Canada Day Long Weekend camping with our good friends Sandra & Steve and their little one Brandon.

That Friday, (the 5th) we were going to go on another camping trip, when Sean got a call from work with instructions he was going on another airplane (the Beech 1900D) - and he was to report to sim training in Toronto, Ontario.  Since Tuesday the 10th Sean has been in Toronto.  

While Sean has been out of province, I have been keeping myself quite busy - both at work and socially.  The Tuesday that Sean left was also when a bunch of old elementary/jr high/sr high friends met up for a plethora of "remember whens".  We had a great time catching up on a lot of good stories.  It is amazing, I forgot how much these people from my childhood mean to me. It really is like we are family - we can take up where we left off and chatter about everything.

Today, Marnie & I did a hike up moose mountain.  It was my 2nd hike up to the summit of a mountain, and this one was far more enjoyable than when we did Mt. Yamnuska.  The view up top was spectacular - like I always say to my hiking/biking partners, if there is a god out there, this is my way of getting in touch with this higher being... my idea of "church".

As usual, during our 4-hour hike, Marnie and I solved all of the world problems.  If only we ruled the world . . . 

After our hike, Marns, Lester & I went to Hooters (of all places) for a well deserved beer and burgers.  I think I was the only person in the restaurant who wasn't turned on by the titties! 

Anyways, Marns has posted pics from our hike on her facebook site . . . so check out the photos that she tagged of me!

Well, time for me to go and flake out on the couch!

Toodles!

CG

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Update


In the beginning of June, we headed out to van isle (vancouver island) to spend some time with my family.

We spent some good quality time with our nephews and our niece (go-karting, hiking, bike-riding, pedicures, goofing around, etc).

We were also able to spend some good quality time with my aunt & uncle prior to their return to NL.

We biked a portion of the Trans Canada Trail - to the portion of the old train trestle (about a 30 km out and back).  We also hiked Mt. Tzouhalen a couple of times.  It is too bad that we didn't ride our bikes on any of the trails on the mountain, as they are quite sweet.

We spent a few nights out at the Lake Cabin.  The water was very frigid, but we were able to convince our nephews to dive off of the dock (for 50 bucks each)...  it was hilarious to see their heads pop out of the water and to hear them yell how cccccoold the water was!

As well, we did a trip to the cemetery where my Dad was laid to rest.

We timed our trip so that we could be on the island for Chris' 10th birthday.  We had a great time, and over the entire week, I would have to say that all of us adults drank way too much wine and blueberry dessert wine.

Well, enjoy the pics!
























Thursday, 21 June 2007

Crazy Cat

After reading Marns' post about dead gophers and poop, I thought about my crazy cat. I can actually hear him right now... he is going ape shit in the litter box.

Lemme back up a bit to tell you the story of eddie.

Over 4 years ago, our beloved precious orange freak of a cat (Jack) passed away. Jack had a stroke (we think) right in front of Sean and he died in our arms. It was a very sad day (worse then when my dad died 6 months earlier).

Over the next few weeks, as we mourned over little Jackie, his "bro" Josh also missed Jack. Josh would wander around our apartment howling and "searching" for Jack. It got to the point where we could not leave the condo without Josh trying to block the doorway so we would not leave.

As such, we started searching for a new brother for Josh. We really weren't too keen on getting another cat, as we felt in some morbid way that we were "cheating" on Jack. However, Josh's loneliness soon outweighed our sense of guilt. We adopted Eddie through the M.E.O.W. foundation

Eddie had been abandoned by his former owners and when he first joined our family, he was very skittish. Right from the start, we noticed that he was a very loving cat.  He would seek us out and he would rub our legs over and over again.  However, he was not one to come and cuddle, or one to allow us to pet him.  Over time, he bonded with me, but it took him longer to trust Sean. Because of this, we have come to the conclusion that Eddie must have been abused by a man.

During the last two years, Eddie has really begun to feel comfortable around us. He chases Josh around our house and he openly plays with his cat nip toys without being afraid of us, should we walk by while he is in the midst of his fun.  He now lets us rub him (he especially likes tummy rubs) and he also rubs our friends legs when they come over for a visit.

Lately, we have begun to discover that he is a crazy cat.  For Christmas, my sister gave us this great cow hide for our living room (we call it a "cowpet")  Eddie loves to lay on the rug and roll around on it and rub against the rug for hours.  (literally, hours!)  He also chases absolutely nothing . . . and likes to hide and wait so that he can attack Josh when he walks by.

Just this past week, we have now realized that he is even crazier then we had first thought.  While we were on van isle, we arranged to have a pet sitter come in and check up on our boyz.  We didn't want the pet sitter to have to go all the way into Sean's workshop in the basement to access the litter box, so we set up the boys' bathrooms on the first flight of stairs into our basement.

Since we have been back from BC., I have been terribly busy with work, and Sean has been recuperating from a nasty sinus infection that he caught while out in BC.  As such, we have left the litter boxes on the landing of the stairs.

After I cleaned out the boxes the other night, I heard all of this rumbling and scratching around.  The noise was coming from the area of the litter box.  I checked out the basement stairs and all what I could see were these two glowing eyes in the dark.  I flipped on the light switch to discover Eddie in one of the recently cleaned litter boxes.  He was stretched out to his entire length and he was laying in the litter box.  As I watched.  He rolled around in the litter box.  He turned onto his back and lay in the litter, with all four of his legs pointing towards the ceiling.  Then he arched his head and rolled onto one side and ground his head into the litter - in a quasi erotic type of movement...  (note:  I never thought I would use the word "erotic" to describe one of my cats!)  Then, he rolled onto his other side and repeated this incident.  Next, he rolled onto his stomach and swished the litter with his tail.  All the while, his eyes were gleaming...

Needless to say, I felt like I was intruding on a very private and er... romantic moment.  So, I closed the basement door to give Eddie and the, um, litter boxes some privacy...

Crazy cat!! 

Sunday, 17 June 2007

I'm Back

So, we arrived back home LATE last night from van isle.

I am so frickin' tired!

More later . . .

Thursday, 31 May 2007

Where Have I Been These Past Few Days??

Yes in jail!

No, seriously, my dear aunt & uncle from The Netherlans have been visiting Sean & me and we have been busy with the grand tour of Calgary and area.

Here are some more pictures:



I treated my aunt & uncle to a refreshing lunch ontop of the Calgary Tower

We were in the Panarama Room, where the floor revolves.


Maybe not as posh as the Calgary Tower, but while in Drumheller, we had a delicious picnic!


Touring "Horseshoe Canyon"

Sean at the swinging bridge in Drumheller


Enjoying the skyline in Crescent Heights

Taken while we toured downtown Calgary

We had great weather for the duration of their stay in Calgary. It is a good thing that they came to visit us this week, as the forecast calls for nasty weather next week. Oh, well, such is the life in Calgary - the weather can change very abruptly. I still think that if a person can't handle the weather, they should just pack up and go - maybe it is because I can't stand weather whiners! But, I digress . . .

Well, I am going to enjoy a well deserved beer and catch up on my face book reading!

Toodles,

CG


Wednesday, 23 May 2007

Yanked Off Of R.D.'s Blog

verbatim, copy and paste...

... but it is such a worthwhile read...

Faith-Based Fraud

Jerry Falwell's foul rantings prove you can get away with anything if you have "Reverend" in front of your name.
By Christopher Hitchens
Posted Wednesday, May 16, 2007, at 12:46 PM ET

The discovery of the carcass of Jerry Falwell on the floor of an obscure office in Virginia has almost zero significance, except perhaps for two categories of the species labeled "credulous idiot." The first such category consists of those who expected Falwell (and themselves) to be bodily raptured out of the biosphere and assumed into the heavens, leaving pilotless planes and driverless trucks and taxis to crash with their innocent victims as collateral damage. This group is so stupid and uncultured that it may perhaps be forgiven. It is so far "left behind" that almost its only pleasure is to gloat at the idea of others being abandoned in the same condition.

The second such category is of slightly more importance, because it consists of the editors, producers, publicists, and a host of other media riffraff who allowed Falwell to prove, almost every week, that there is no vileness that cannot be freely uttered by a man whose name is prefaced with the word Reverend. Try this: Call a TV station and tell them that you know the Antichrist is already on earth and is an adult Jewish male. See how far you get. Then try the same thing and add that you are the Rev. Jim-Bob Vermin. "Why, Reverend, come right on the show!" What a fool Don Imus was. If he had paid the paltry few bucks to make himself a certified clergyman, he could be jeering and sneering to the present hour.

Falwell went much further than his mad 1999 assertion about the Jewish Antichrist. In the time immediately following the assault by religious fascism on American civil society in September 2001, he used his regular indulgence on the airwaves to commit treason. Entirely exculpating the suicide-murderers, he asserted that their acts were a divine punishment of the United States. Again, I ask you to imagine how such a person would be treated if he were not supposedly a man of faith.

One of his associates, Bailey Smith, once opined that "God does not hear the prayers of a Jew." This is one of the few anti-Semitic remarks ever made that has a basis in fact, since God does not exist and does not attend to any prayers, but Smith was not quite making that point. Along with his friend Pat Robertson, who believes in secret Jewish control of the world of finance, and Billy Graham, who boasted to Richard Nixon that the Jews had never guessed what he truly thought of them, Falwell kept alive the dirty innuendo about Jews that so many believing Christians seem to need. This would be bad enough in itself, and an additional reason to deplore the free ride he was given on television, if his trade-off had not been even worse.

Seeking to deflect the charge of anti-Jewish prejudice, Falwell adopted the cause of the most thuggish and demented Israeli settlers, proclaiming that their occupation of the West Bank and Gaza was a holy matter and hoping that they might help to bring on Armageddon and the return of the Messiah. A detail in this ghastly narrative, as adepts of the "Left Behind" series will know, is that the return of the risen Christ will require the mass slaughter or mass conversion of all Jews. This consideration did not prevent Menachem Begin from awarding Falwell the Jabotinsky Centennial Medal in 1980 and has not inhibited other Israeli extremists from embracing him and his co-thinkers ever since. All bigots and frauds are brothers under the skin. Trying to interrupt the fiesta of piety on national television on the night of Falwell's death, I found myself waiting while Ralph Reed went all moist about the role of the departed in empowering "people of faith." Here was the hypocritical casino-based Christian who sought and received the kosher stamp from Jack Abramoff. Perfect.

Like many fanatical preachers, Falwell was especially disgusting in exuding an almost sexless personality while railing from dawn to dusk about the sex lives of others. His obsession with homosexuality was on a par with his lip-smacking evocations of hellfire. From his wobbly base of opportunist fund raising and degree-mill money-spinning in Lynchburg, Va., he set out to puddle his sausage-sized fingers into the intimate arrangements of people who had done no harm. Men of this type, if they cannot persuade enough foolish people to part with their savings, usually end up raving on the street and waving placards about the coming day of judgment. But Falwell, improving on the other Chaucerian frauds from Oral Roberts to Jim Bakker to Ted Haggard, not only had a TV show of his own but was also regularly invited onto mainstream ones.

The evil that he did will live after him. This is not just because of the wickedness that he actually preached, but because of the hole that he made in the "wall of separation" that ought to divide religion from politics. In his dingy racist past, Falwell attacked those churchmen who mixed the two worlds of faith and politics and called for civil rights. Then he realized that two could play at this game and learned to play it himself. Then he won the Republican Party over to the idea of religious voters and faith-based fund raising. And now, by example at least, he has inspired emulation in many Democrats and liberals who would like to borrow the formula. His place on the cable shows will be amply filled by Al Sharpton: another person who can get away with anything under the rubric of Reverend. It's a shame that there is no hell for Falwell to go to, and it's extraordinary that not even such a scandalous career is enough to shake our dumb addiction to the "faith-based."

Great eulogy by Mr. Hitchens. Here are some quotable quotes by the man himself:

"AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals."

"The abortionists have got to bear some burden for [the attacks of Sept. 11] because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way -- all of them who have tried to secularize America -- I point the finger in their face and say, 'You helped this happen.'"

"If you're not a born-again Christian, you're a failure as a human being."

"Christians, like slaves and soldiers, ask no questions."

"I listen to feminists and all these radical gals -- most of them are failures. They've blown it. Some of them have been married, but they married some Casper Milquetoast who asked permission to go to the bathroom. These women just need a man in the house. That's all they need. Most of the feminists need a man to tell them what time of day it is and to lead them home. And they blew it and they're mad at all men. Feminists hate men. They're sexist. They hate men -- that's their problem."

"When you have a godly husband, a godly wife, children who respect their parents and who are loved by their parents, who provide for those children their physical and spiritual and material needs, lovingly, you have the ideal unit."

"The ACLU is to Christians what the American Nazi party is to Jews."

"I am saying pornography hurts anyone who reads it -- garbage in, garbage out."

"I am such a strong admirer and supporter of George W. Bush that if he suggested eliminating the income tax or doubling it, I would vote yes on first blush."

"I believe that global warming is a myth. And so, therefore, I have no conscience problems at all and I'm going to buy a Suburban next time."

"It is God's planet -- and he's taking care of it. And I don't believe that anything we do will raise or lower the temperature one point."

"I truly cannot imagine men with men, women with women, doing what they were not physically created to do, without abnormal stress and misbehavior."

"It appears that America's anti-Biblical feminist movement is at last dying, thank God, and is possibly being replaced by a Christ-centered men's movement which may become the foundation for a desperately needed national spiritual awakening."

"There's been a concerted effort to steal Christmas."

"I hope I live to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we won't have any public schools. The churches will have taken them over again and Christians will be running them. What a happy day that will be!"

"The First Amendment is not without limits."

"Someone must not be afraid to say, 'moral perversion is wrong.' If we do not act now, homosexuals will 'own' America! If you and I do not speak up now, this homosexual steamroller will literally crush all decent men, women, and children who get in its way ... and our nation will pay a terrible price!"

"If he's going to be the counterfeit of Christ, [the Antichrist] has to be Jewish. The only thing we know is he must be male and Jewish."

"The argument that making contraceptives available to young people would prevent teen pregnancies is ridiculous. That's like offering a cookbook as a cure to people who are trying to lose weight."

"The whole global warming thing is created to destroy America's free enterprise system and our economic stability."

"You'll be riding along in an automobile. You'll be the driver perhaps. You're a Christian. There'll be several people in the automobile with you, maybe someone who is not a Christian. When the trumpet sounds you and the other born-again believers in that automobile will be instantly caught away -- you will disappear, leaving behind only your clothes and physical things that cannot inherit eternal life. That unsaved person or persons in the automobile will suddenly be startled to find the car suddenly somewhere crashes. ... Other cars on the highway driven by believers will suddenly be out of control and stark pandemonium will occur on ... every highway in the world where Christians are caught away from the drivers wheel." (from Falwell's pamphlet "Nuclear War and the Second Coming of Christ")

"God continues to lift the curtain and allow the enemies of America to give us probably what we deserve."

"You know when I see somebody burning the flag, I'm a Baptist preacher I'm not a Mennonite, I feel it's my obligation to whip him. In the name of the Lord, of course. I feel it's my obligation to whip him, and if I can't do it then I look up some of my athletes to help me. But, as long as at 72 I can handle most of the jobs I do it myself, and I don't think it's un-spiritual. When I, when I, when I hear somebody talking about our military and ridiculing and saying terrible things about our President, I'm thinking you know just a little bit of that and I believe the Lord would forgive me if I popped him."

"The Bible is the inerrant ... word of the living God. It is absolutely infallible, without error in all matters pertaining to faith and practice, as well as in areas such as geography, science, history, etcetera."

"The National Organization for Women (NOW) is the National Order of Witches."

"God doesn't listen to Jews."

"Tinky Winky is gay."


Hmmm... And people wonder why I no longer attend church and believe in a fundamental christian society - this is just one miniscule piece of the puzzle as to why I am leaning more to being an agnostic each and every day...

Sunday, 20 May 2007

A Poem on the Go

A few weeks ago, we (that is me, Sean, Marns & Lester, Quodlibet, Mr Steamwhistle, Jods, Tara, & Holly & Deanna) went to the Herland Movie Festival in the Kensington portion of Calgary. We went to watch the premiere of Marn's documentary, "Weight of Thy Cross", which was about Holly & Deanna's wedding that took place a year ago.

When we caught up with everyone outside of the Theatre, Tara pointed out a Poet Busker, who would write a poem for you for the price of your spare change. You just had to give him the title of your poem and maybe a minor detail or two.

This is what he wrote for me:

"I Miss Jack"

I Miss Jack - that fine feline fellow
mellow but hot to trot this freak
peeking withall its night vision finding
all the ways in every day that it would
be reminding you to mind it more adoring
soaring claws and hissing awes just to get
a pet set and cuddled this orange
adoreable friend to the end blending
such memories they touched a mist
of tears,
my dear Jack,
I miss you"

Now, that was worth my pocket of change.

Tuesday, 15 May 2007

Last night, Quodlibet came over for a visit.

We ended up chatting until close to 10:30 at night. We ended up talking about some pretty deep and philosophical subjects.

After she left, I tidied up the house until about 11pm and then I headed to bed.

Where I tossed and turned.

And I turned and tossed.

I finally fell into a restless sleep.

I was not asleep for too long when I heard Sean arrive home from his day of flying.

I started dreaming about all of the conversations Quod & I had. Each time I turned over in my sleep (which felt like it was every minute) my mind would race back to our conversations.

I don't think my mind rested all night.

I am hardly awake right now.

The moral of this story??? Don't wax philosophical late at night!

Saturday, 12 May 2007

Crackbook




OR:

Thursday, 10 May 2007

A Good Quote

Today, whil reading some tabloid trash about Paris Hilton, I came across this quote:


"People like to watch people they don't like even more than watching people they do like"


I guess this explains any stalker personality traits I may have...

CG

Wednesday, 9 May 2007

hmmm... who would've known?

Your Celebrity Style Twin is Kirsten Dunst

More hippie chic than hippie chick.

Sunday, 6 May 2007

Working for the Weekend

Just like that old Loverboy song, I have been working for the weekend.
Every stressful day at work has me thinking, one more day closer to the weekend . . . hang in there! This thought process has been going on for a few weeks now.
I have been thinking this way because of the usual anxieties that are prevalent at the end of April - when we have our deadline for filing certain documents relating to our financial year end with the stock exchange and various securities commissions throughout the country. Concurrent with this, our company is working on some bigger projects, so I have been juggling a bit more than I could handle for the past few weeks.
But, *phew*, the documents have been filed and now we just have to get ready for our AGM. However, at the end of this month, I am again fighting the deadline of filing our first quarter reports with the stock exchange, securities commissions, etc.
I am aiming to get these reports filed early, since my dear aunt and uncle from the homeland are coming to Canada for a visit at the end of May.
Starting tomorrow, I am going to start riding my mountain bike to work. Sean has indicated that I should ride my road bike, but I get nervous with the gravel that is still on the bike paths. Maybe in a month or so when the paths have been cleaned up, I will hop aboard my road bike, but for now it is the mountain bike.
Well, I am going to go update our flickr website and then I am going to go work on my usual Sunday laundry chores.

Have a good week, everyone!

Tuesday, 1 May 2007

Resurrecting an Old Post

I have been quite busy at work - and when I am not at work, Sean & I have been working on the hard wood floor in our humble abode.

I am just going to resurrect an old post for now...

... a new blog post shall follow this weekend:

Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Liars
Skybar suggested that I do a post that is meaningful. One that has a story to tell. A parable of sorts.
His suggestion is a great one.
I have been thinking lately of my supposed sixth sense. Usually, I am very good at sniffing out a fraudulent person. I have the knack to tell if a person is lying. If he/she is going to emotionally drain me and steal all of my positive energy.
In junior high, one girl that was quasi attached to our group was quite the liar. Her lies were pretty drastic and as such, she was transparent. You knew that she was lying. Of course she was not related to the Queen of Portugal. Of course she was not engaged to some boy from Madrid who died of cancer. Yah, yah, the scratches on her arm were scars from her suicide attempt the other night.
In high school, there was a guy who was a more subtle liar. He joined our grade 12 class as that cute looking British guy. He perfected a British accent. He knew a little bit about England. But, he knew nothing about the real England. I caught him in quite a few lies. It got to the point where I said to him, buddy, if you are British then I am African! Then I shouted "Down with Apartheid!"
Recently, I caught someone I know in a few steam blowers of a lie. I had an inkling that something just wasn't right with the person. But, instead of listening to my inner sixth sense that was screaming, "run away and hide, Canagal!", I believed this person's lies. Doozy sets of lies that could knock over the foundations of a friendship.
I decided to ignore the inconsistencies in the person's stories. However, it came to a point that everywhere I turned, the person was lying. Different undergrad majors were obtained. Countries visited increased. Occasions these countries were visited increased. Weird fucked up family stories that moulded and shape shifted faster then my brain could process the stories. Why did I get sucked in by the lies? Why did I give this person so many chances? Why did I never scream foul! Not true! Why oh why did I never raise my fist and shout with defiance "Down with Apartheid"?
Perhaps I want to believe that as we mature the need to pretend to be better or bigger than one actually is diminishes. Perhaps I could not believe that a poised person who exuded so much confidence would hide who they are in a web of lies and half - truths that were at times mentally disturbing.
So, dear children who have gathered around Auntie Canagal's chair, what is the moral of the story? Is there a moral for the story? Maybe you should decide and tell me what your thoughts are.
My suggestion box is open.
CG
posted by CanaGal at 17:17
9 Comments: trying2hide said... Wow. Now that is one sincerely interesting post there Canagal. Sadly there isn't much you can do, short of telling Santa to leave a lump of coal in the stocking rather than a real prize. This person is missing the true prize in life -- love and reality. Apparently big attention getting untruths are (sadly) better looking than the reflection in the mirror. I've known a few. Related to a few. I call them draggers. It sucks.
08 November, 2006 19:26 CanaGal said... u r right, dear friend, they are draggers. I hate the feeling that they have to lie to give them a pseudo edge of superiority. Or, worse, the one uppance that their lives give them. I.E.: "Oh, yah? You went to Hawaii every year as a kid? WELL!. *I* went to the Caribbean every year as a child!", those lies are horrible as well - almost mentally abusive. What do you think?
08 November, 2006 20:25 Jeff Skybar said... I loved the story. I was drawing mental cartoon pictures in my mind of "Down with Apartheid!" You could be well on your way to writing very thought provocative children's books! I mean if parents can't teach their children the value of not lying and embellishing stories, I guess it's up to the people that actually care.
09 November, 2006 10:39 CanaGal said... St Skybar, could you really and truly picture me as a writer of child books? Poor kids, there would be illustrations from Reid on how to buy the perfect bong!
09 November, 2006 12:40 The March Hare said... uhm, what's a bong?!?
09 November, 2006 15:11 CaptainFartlek said... Those who chronically lie, will in the end, be consciencely aware of their fate. That is, surrounded by loneliness. The only difference now, is they have become old, bitter and no one to wipe their crusty butt. What goes around will come around. Its the equilibrum of life.
10 November, 2006 08:32 trying2hide said... In America if you have enough money in the end - you can pay someone to wipe our crusty butt. infinately sad that is. Folk will lie for money.
12 November, 2006 14:01 The Experience said... It can certainly hurt when people aren't who you want them to be. People are who they are and you either love them as they are or you don't. Everyone has been through their share of "disappointments", false expectations projected upon others, but when it comes down to it it's only who we are that really matters. If you're honest with yourself and who you are then those who surround you will be the same. Until then, you can't count on anybody.
13 November, 2006 21:30 ThatDarnViking said... You can only judge people by their own stated principles and values, and of course their tantrums and meltdowns... if they're liars, it's just icing...

Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Silly Me!

As most of you know, when I am at work I am pretty focussed. However, when I am at home, I am a tad bit "scatter brained". My dear friend, Mena (who both works with me and has been a personal friend since grade 4), has seen me in both a work and a home setting and has kindly told me that, "it is just because you are still thinking about work when you are at home, so things go amiss". Maybe she is right.
This past Saturday, I told Sean to stay lounging in bed, and I would make the coffee and bake the pillsbury dough boy biscuits (that is my version of being a Susy Homemaker!), and bring him breakfast in bed. So, I am downstairs, puttering around in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling (we use a french press for our coffee), while I pre-heat the oven and get ready to put the biscuits into the oven.
After I have poured the boiling water into our bodum, I turn to put the biscuits into the now pre-heated oven. That is when I realize that instead of using tin foil on the baking tin, I had used saran wrap!
Yesterday, Sean shaved his head. He asked me to clean up any areas that he might have missed (ie: the wolf hair on his neck). After I did this, I went to trim his eyebrows. Well, as usual, my mind was a thousand miles away and I shaved off Sean's eyebrow.
Maybe I should just stick to accounting.

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

Who Are You?

Hello Dallas, Texas!

I am curious, who are you:

216-110-6-4.static.twtelecom.net (Time Warner Telecom Inc)

who has been routing around through my archives?

Monday, 23 April 2007

The Weekend!

Phew!
What a weekend!

Sean & I spent Saturday working on house projects - Sean worked on the complicated little hallway on our upper floor, so that he could lay down hardwood. Whilst Sean was doing that project, I more or less did the spring cleaning in our basement rec room.

Sunday we caught up with Marns and did a mini-bike ride out in K-Country. Most of the highway on Route 66 was still closed, so we rode our mountain bikes on the road - climbing most of the way. We didn't make it to the top - there was quite a bit of snow on the road still and road riding on mountain bikes takes more work then if you were to ride on your road bike. I had to stop quite a bit, from either a) hacking and coughing (just when you think you are getting better... I guess I was more sick then I would like to admit to myself) or from b) gettting frustrated about the snow!

We came across the memorial for BK:




Although Sean & I didn't really know BK (we met him a few times at some of Reid's gatherings), we did pause for a moment of silence in honour of his memory. I thought about Reid, and how tough these past few months have been for him . . .

Eventually, all 3 of us had enough of the snow biking, and headed back down the hill and did some bike riding through the Beaver Flats campground:

Once back in cowtown, we met up with Lester for lunch, where we all had a good chat for a couple of hours...good times, good friends!

That night, Jeff & I went to see the flames lose in 6 to the Red Wings. I think this picture says it all:

Look at the shots on goal 18/44 - it was like the only Flames player that showed up to PLAY was Kipper. He was (as usual) amazing in net and he was the only reason why we even made it to 2 rounds of OT.
That is all for now!
CG

Thursday, 19 April 2007

Wednesday, 18 April 2007

Happy Birthday!!

Dearest Remco, many happy returns!

Thursday, 12 April 2007

Bring out the dead

I can hear the trolley squeaking by my office door. The mail girl is yelling as she passes each office, "Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead!". Maybe I should just toss myself onto the mail cart as it squeals by...

...

Yup, I am still sick. I feel as if I have the black plague or something nasty of that nature. And yes, I went into work today. Why, you ask? Because I am sick of laying in bed at home watching boring TLC shows about pregnancies and breast feeding.

Anyways, my good friend Steve, who is married to my favouritest gal pal, Sandra (who stopped by my office for a second today - I hope I didn't infect her), sent me this, which made my coming into work to check my emails worth while:

Toodles,

CG

Sunday, 8 April 2007

Blech

What does it mean when you have swollen glands? Is that a sign of a viral infection, or just a plain ol' cold?

Fuck, I feel miserable.

This is CG heading back to bed.

Sunday, 1 April 2007

Wednesday, 28 March 2007

Childless by Choice

As most of you know, Sean & I were part of a research and documentary on being childless by choice. (I have it linked here on this blog). Last night, I received an email from Laura, who is producing this documentary:

Hi everyone,There is a good chance I will be getting some national publicity for the Childless by Choice Project tomorrow (wednesday) and possibly this weekend. I lent some Childless by Choice documentary interview footage to a producer at NBC Nightly News who is doing a short segment titled "Are childfree marriages happier ones?" I gave her a bunch of small clips and I don't know what she will use but when I spoke to her today it sounded like she was going to use some of that footage. I believe she also interviewed No Kidding! spokesperson Vincent Ciaccio, so hopefully both clips will be used in the final edit of the segment. According to the producer, the segment will air on NBC Nightly News:tomorrow-- sometime btwn 5p and 630p-- on various local stations... I'll let you know if WNBC or WHDH pick it up to run... and then offered up for the weekend Nightly News-- TBD if Sat or Sun and you have to check local listings-- some markets the wknd show plays at 630p-- sometimes it 6pEST. We'll see what happens. I am hoping we will make the cut ;-). Best regards to all, Laura

So, Sean & I might make it onto a news segment! (autograph signing convention will be determined at a later date) In other news, Sean & I helped Marns out on a mini-documentary she did about gay marriages/position of evangelical churches etc in regards to 2 friends of ours, H&D, who met when they were working as Bible Camp Counselors, fell in love, were excommunicated from the church (D's family are comprised of pastors, missionaries and etc, they have never really welcomed her back into the family) and were married a year ago. It looks like Marn's snippet of film is being showed at this amateur film-makers convention. Again, we are going to be on the big screen. Way to go Marns!!
Totally off topic, but last night, as I was flipping channels, I came across "Dog the Bounty Hunter" I have never watched an episode before and while I was watching them prepare for a "take down in Buck town" they prayed prior to going out to catch the bad guys. This left me pondering the thought, "why do most people, when they pray, demand things of god?", like, 'god, protect us', 'we need you god', or 'god let us catch this criminal'. I never thought it was right to demand something of anyone, and here is Dog demanding protection and the ability to capture someone from the supreme high being!
Ok, enough chattering!
CG

Monday, 26 March 2007

Happy Foggy Monday to all!

*Phew* it has been a very busy week/weekend! I enjoy being busy, but I am not that happy when I get no time to do laundry! Sean & I only had some "down time" on Tuesday & Thursday of this past week. We were either hosting dinner or going to a friend's house for dinner all week long. It must be the feeling of "spring" that is making us just that much more sociable.

One of the highlights of this past week was going to the Flying Club (where Sean once worked as a dispatcher, and then an instructor) and meeting up with old flying buddies. Speaking of which on Friday afternoon I played hookey from work and we met up with an old colleague of Sean's - it was GREAT to see you again, Sue!! The other highlight was having the gang over to Sean's parent's house for an East Indian nosh. (I will post pics of all of our week's events on my flickr site sometime this week)

I really should write more and do a proper blog about all of our festivities, but I have to prepare for the audit committee meeting.

Have a good week,
CG

Thursday, 22 March 2007

Last Pic

Marns, Skybar & The March Hare correctly picked me out of the crowd for my grade 7 pic:

Thanks to all who played!

CG

Wednesday, 21 March 2007

Another Picture


Here is the original class pic...

Here is Quodlibet's choice:




Marns, really thought I was a tomboy, and picked a boy from my class & thought it was me:




Bluebird thought I was the hotty of the class (thanks Eric for the vote of confidence!):

And here is the correct one - and no, I did not dress myself. The macrame vest was courtesy of my aunt in NL:
Congrats to Skybar and March Hare who picked me out of the crowd!