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Entries in Regina (4)

Wednesday
Nov142012

How the Regina Police Came to Know That I'm Not Wearing Any Pants

pants

Our heroine, Schmutzie, fidgets nervously this morning, visibly shaken after a stranger tried unsuccessfully to enter her home through the back door.

SCHMUTZIE: I need to report a guy who was trying all the doors in my building. He's gone now, though.

POLICE: What happened?

SCHMUTZIE: At first I thought he was one of my neighbours, because we share a snow shovel that's just inside my back entry, but he tried my doorknob several times over about five minutes.

POLICE: What did he look like?

SCHMUTZIE: He was of average build, average weight, average height, brownish hair, dark hoodie. He looked like everyone. I didn't get to see his face.

POLICE: I'll send out a broadcast for your area, and we'll be in contact if we need any more information.

SCHMUTZIE: Thanks.

POLICE: You're welcome.

SCHMUTZIE: Oh! Wait!

POLICE: What can I help you with?

SCHMUTZIE: Will there be any officers stopping by or anything like that?

POLICE: It's not likely. Would you like them to?

SCHMUTZIE: No. I work from home, and I was just wondering if I should put on a pair of pants.

POLICE: ...

SCHMUTZIE: Hello?

POLICE: Pants?

SCHMUTZIE: Yes. Will I be needing pants?

POLICE: Um, you should be fine as you are.

SCHMUTZIE: Thank you!

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And that is how the Regina Police came to know that, while I do not see fit to wear pants while I work or even while I am under threat of break and entry, I will consider putting on a pair to greet one of their officers.

I am nothing if not respectful.
Tuesday
Jun052012

Seeking Out the Least Insufferable Thing In the Room

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Today is one of those days where I have the urge to lay down some words here, but I don't know what, and insomnia's been killing my will to shine, so this is just going to be one of those ones where I feel my way from one end to the other and see what happens.

Shanan and Aidan waiting for the Mosaic bus

Shanan, Drew, the Palinode, and I went to a cultural festival of sorts, Mosaic, with pavilions spread all over Regina to represent certain ethnic groups. They usually have a stage with dancers dancing their folk dances and a food line and some stuff for sale that relates to the culture in question.

Shanan and Aidan on the Mosaic bus

The festival depressed me, or at least the pavilions that paid homage to their cultural pasts rather than their presents did. It was depressing.

This will not be a popular view here, but so be it.

I looked at the costumes and the food and the dancing meant to depict where earlier generations had come from and I wondered what point of history each thing referenced. Those folk dances were plucked out of when? A 50-year period just prior to immigration, maybe? It made me wonder what I was watching. Maybe Italian women still dance around with baskets and wave tea towels around in a celebration of pre-electric domesticity, but I doubt it.

It was kind of sad. It felt like we were trying to make up culture out of the few pieces we could transport out of family stories and pictures from some 1960s travel guide. That's not culture, though. We were pointing at clumsy collages of objects and actions that don't exist anymore outside nostalgia. It felt awkward and hamfisted.

Maybe if I still drank, I would have been more amenable to the experience.

the Poltava Ukrainian Mosaic pavilion

There were things I liked, though. The Poltava Ukrainian pavilion had these incredible perogies. They were so good that I can still relive the experience of their texture and flavour in my mouth just by imagining them.

Aidan at the India pavilion

The Indian pavilion was filled with fantastic food, the cutest kids jumping in candy-coloured outfits, gregarious dancing, and mango ice cream with mango sauce:

mango ice cream at the India pavilion

But I couldn't enjoy myself beyond that.

The other pavilions were loud, the entertainment was by and large jarring and/or weird, and it was barely worth the food to fight throngs of bored-looking people with very little to do other than drink or gaze non-commitally at the stage.

It's easy to be misanthropic, but it's not very interesting.

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I can say that 95% of the people I was sandwiched between at various pavilions seemed to be largely unaware, slow-moving, sweaty, disengaged and bored, but I am sure that I looked the same way to them.

I am sure my jaw hung slack as I retreated up into my own head. I moved no more quickly than the next person ahead of me, and that person no more quickly than the one ahead of them. None of us were immune to the heat. We chewed and we gazed and we drank.

We were all caught up in the same conditions.

Aidan on the bus

The drunk people we ran into seemed to be having a pretty good time singing on the buses and joking with newfound friends, but I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of thing anymore. Back in the days when I drank alcohol, I could dope myself into a bright little sphere of excitement that blinkered me to anything outside of my bubble, but, sober, I just felt like I was being herded from one building to another where I felt compelled by self-preservation to seek out the least insufferable thing in the room.

I don't have the patience to call that fun anymore.
Saturday
Mar102012

Today, I'm a Hopeful Genius

Spring is springing!

Well, it's not exactly springing, but it was finally above 0°C (32°F) yesterday, which meant that I could take my gloves off to take photos without risking my digits.

doomed building

The dirtier snow is melting into mucky and oily clumps and puddles, showcasing the grit and pollution of urban melt.

As much as this time of year is swampy and unattractive in Regina, though, and as much as it brings on my snow mould allergies like nobody's business, it still makes the small fist of my heart shake off some of its melancholy.

first puddles!

For those of us who suffer from seasonal depression, mud is hope's correlate in early spring.

Mud also means dragging out my belove red rubber boots!

mud!

These boots may be beloved, but I've always had a painful problem when I wear them. My socks tend to work themselves down my leg, and then the top of the boot rubs the back of my calf raw, because these boots are shaped to fit close to the leg. I had a major stroke of brilliance, though, and the problem has been solved.

To keep your close-fitting rubber boot from rubbing your calf raw, wear a pair of knee-high socks and fold the sock over the top of the boot. The boot holds up your sock, and your sock prevents your leg from being rubbed raw.

boot and cat

Today, I'm a hopeful genius.