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On my Summer Reading List:

Friday, 14 June 2013

My time in Rivière-du-Loup is done and I'm currently sitting alone in the Jean-Lesage Airport in Québec. Since yesterday was the last day, I stayed up a bit later than I should have and only ended up getting two hours of sleep, so I'm not posting anything serious today (though I very much wanted to) because I'm just too darn pooped. 

Instead, something lighter: now that my summer is actually starting, I need to start my Summer Reading List (or at least start compiling the absolute books that I need to read; I read much more than them, obviously). If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments! I'm a very eclectic reader. 

Amy's Summer Reading List 2013 (to be continued)
  • The Medium is the Message, Marshall McLuhan
  • Deux Innocents en Chine Rouge, Jacques Hébert
  • Understanding Power, Noam Chomsky
  • Spaceman, Brian Azzarrello & Eduardo Risso (100 Bullets team)
  • The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman
  • Mike (V1 & 2), Lester B. Pearson
  • The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut
  • Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
  • Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
  • A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
  • Daredevil, Mark Waid & Paolo Riviera
  • The Fourth Hand, John Irving
  • Lost Girls, Alan Moore
  • The Wealth of Nations, Adam Smith
  • Batman: The Black Mirror, Scott Snyder & Jock
  • Das Kapital, Karl Marx
  • The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie
  • Leviathan, Thomas Hobbes
  • Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand
  • A Feast for Crows, GRRM
  • Damned Nations, Samantha Nutt
  • The High Road, Terry Fallis
  • Batman: Death by Design, Chip Kidd
  • A Dance with Drgons, GRRM
  • In One Person, John Irving
  • Up and Down, Terry Fallis
  • Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell 
  • Wedding Night, Sophie Kinsella
  • new The Unwritten, Mike Carey & Paul Gross
  • new Fables, Mark Buckingham & Bill Willingham

On ComicsAlliance:

Wednesday, 12 June 2013


Let me just tell you all right now that I am an enormous comic book fan. That being said, my "enormous comic book fan title" comes with a footnote: only in the DC Universe. I've read every single DC Universe trade paperback in the Ottawa Public Library system of libraries, and I've devoured most of the Vertigo titles as well (the ones I'm really missing are American Virgin, Air, DMZ, and a few others). 

So when I want to go somewhere for my comic book humour, culture, or new releases fixes, I go to ComicsAlliance. Or, I did, until AOL shut it down late April, around my birthday (which doesn't really matter, but it sucked balls for me). 

I was devastated: I'm not really a current reader, as in I don't buy monthlies (mostly because I can't afford it, and because I really don't agree with the direction in which DC is going, which will become another post, I'm sure), but I love hearing news from the comic book community-- who was mad, why they were mad, what the Big 2 (and the littles) were doing, why they were doing it, and what they were doing to the characters in which I had a vague interest from the Marvel Universe. Additionally, it's great for when I don't have time to read comics: they summarize in a smart, smarmy manner. 

But more than that: it was their features that made them stand out. Any website like Bleeding Cool and Ain't it Cool News can describe the details of the newest Superman, or Iron Man, but it's Comics Alliances additional articles, the ones that are often "unnecessary" but are the entire reason why I read the site. 

Features like: Best Art Ever, Best Cosplays Ever, Comics Alliance Reviews, Bizarro Backstories, Ask Chris, and, my favourite, Great Comics That Never Happened. Each of them are ongoing features, each with their own distinctive flavour and genre. Best Art and Cosplay are visual features filled with- truly- the best art and cosplay from both non-professionals and professionals all over the web. Comics Alliance Reviews takes any sort of movie that's related to the "nerd industry" (for lack of a better word) and reviews them in an engaging, yet intensely humourous matter. Bizarro Backstories is essentially that: the most bizarre old comic stories from, usually, that really awkward time between the Silver and Golden Age. Ask Chris can be both philosophical and hilarious, and involves Chris Sims (Batmanologist) answering questions on (usually) the DC Universe. 
These questions receive intensely satisfying answers: they are deeply insightful and additionally written well. 
My favourite Ask Chris column is probably the one focused on Wally West Flash (#151) which perfectly sums up my feelings on the gorgeous comic book stories of the 90s, and the horribleness of DCnU (you can see my bias here). 

It's not only their regular features that draw me in, but also their posts on the general goings-on of the comic book (+ friends) industry. Looking on the front page right now, I see an article on Stan Lee cologne, awesome farting superhero art, a non-Batman-reader's reaction to Batman (which is so incredibly rare in the comic book circles) , and Hans Zimmer's AMA on Reddit (specifically on his work on Man of Steel), among others. These features are the one that encourage me to expand beyond my own secluded little DC universe-- I remember reading reviews on manga that I otherwise would've never heard of, raving Mark Waid-Paolo Riviera Daredevil work, and even an interesting article from a local Ottawa comic book creator, who spoke about comic book pricing. There's a bit of everything in here. 

Anyways, as you can guess from my last paragraph, Comics Alliance is up and running again. As evidenced from my twitter freakouts earlier today, I hadn't bothered to check CA for a few weeks because I didn't want to feel sad, but upon checking it today, I realized that there were new updates. Joy! Happiness! Tears of pure elation! 

I'm ecstatic Comics Alliance is back, and I hope it's here to stay this time. 

- A. 

On growing up:

Monday, 10 June 2013

This post is one that I had trouble placing, whether I just wanted to touch on it briefly in my more personal "blog" or if I did indeed want to put this here. 

I wrote this last night, but I ultimately decided to post it because it did mean something to me, and I felt it was important to say.

I have many varying, somewhat dichotomous, interests, and the things I love span from Adventure Time to Canadian politics to DIY fashion, but there is one, overlying common factor: me.

I love them. They're uniquely my interests, and just as everyone has that unique treasured mental bookshelf of favourite books, everyone is coloured differently in terms of what they love, what makes them go.

So I have a list of things that make me go, just as my friend Janine does, and my friend Andre, and they're all different. How different are we? How differently do we experience life? How differently do our thoughts affect our daily comportment? How differently do we mark the different stages of our lives?

How and when do we each call ourselves adults? One of my first posts on this blog, approximately a month and a half ago, was made on and on the subject of my nineteenth birthday. I am legal, yes-- I am now allowed to drink alcohol in Ontario, and a whole bunch of other things that I have no idea about, I'm sure.

But am I really an adult?

The short answer: yes. It happened sometime earlier this year.

The long answer: Yes, but it happened gradually, slowly, and had nothing absolutely nothing to do with my nominal age.

I remember being six years old at Roberta Bondar Public School in South Keys, and being lined up on the wall, watching sixth graders file by. They were so tall, so mature-looking, just about as adult as my parents, as my daycare providers. I imagined, back then, that when I was in sixth grade, I would turn around to look at my past, and see a big canyon in the middle of the road when I suddenly leapt from child to adolescent-adult.

I hit sixth grade. There was no big canyon: I felt exactly the same.

Then I was in eleventh grade, and sitting on the laminated plastic benches around the white lower foyer pillars watching a stream of sixth graders file by noisily for Music Fest at Earl. Their clothes were awkward bags on their own awkward bodies, and I could see now the frizzy hair, the loud way they clung together in large molecular masses to convince others (and themselves) that these people were who they belonged with, who they were.

The canyon was appearing.

Now, sitting at a desk in Rivière-du-Loup: it takes an enormous effort for me to think back to how large and imposing the world was when I was four, five, six, seven, eight. The canyon is grand: my six year-old self is as much as a separate entity is my brother is from me.

So now, am I an adult? Yes, but a new one, one who has very recently shed the egg of naivete and youthful ignorance.

The process itself was-is- difficult. I talked about this recently with friends: how did you first realize that adulthood was upon you? How did you know?

I knew when I wasn't invincible anymore. The differences in how we experience and process our milestones in life greatly affect us, and being that voracious reader that I am, I viewed my entire life as a story. This was not a conscious decision, it was just the way I phrased my internal dialogue, the way I got through certain difficult phases in my life and how it helped me to remember the good ones.

To cope with life, I viewed myself as a permanently benevolent protagonist. Not exactly a Mary-Sue, for I had faults, but as a character who never let her faults affect any part of her life, which is frankly impossible. This changed recently, when I made an enormous mistake that made me realize my own humanity (that I can indeed large errors), and thusly, my own mortality. And then I started to question my self (not myself, but my self) and then the point of my own existence, and ultimately, how we are just so pointless.

This .... final realization is something that I'm still coming to grips with (and talks a bit to my relationship with religion, which I think I will post about later). But it was like playing one of those blindfold game shows where you're playing along with the raucous laughter and the slightly sardonic urging of the host and laughing along as well and prodding something big and soft, like a teddy bear, only to have your blindfold taken off and realize that you were really poking a furious male grizzly bear in heat: it's like really seeing, and realizing that what you're looking at was the void the entire time.

Attaining adulthood was exactly that: this opening of my eyes led to my own awareness of how short, how dangerous everything was.

My life used to be propelled entirely forward by love-- I would go to school because I loved my classes, because I loved the future, I loved my teachers, and I would do art because I loved the catharsis, putting another image to emotion, and so on. But now, my life is entirely controlled by fear: I am afraid of everything because I realize just how little we are, just how dangerous everything is.

So this was my transition into adulthood for me: I scrapped the idea that I was invincible, that I could anything, for the idea that I (and my family) had an expiry date that was due at any moment.

But now comes the long process of learning how to take risks, get messy and ultimately seize each day with everything we've got. This was how I lived the near entirety of my life, and this was the me that I know best, and love. This is the process of learning how to be myself again, as an adult who hasn't lost her youthful spark.

- A

On my own personal political opinion:

Saturday, 8 June 2013

*Before I continue, I would like to say that the following post is entirely my own opinion. I do not represent any committees, groups, clubs that I am a part of. 

Just very recently (as in, a few days ago recently), I came to a very important realization in my life: it's very possible to have your own opinion without being a partisan.

I'm really not sure how, having been involved in/aware of Canadian politics and/or current affairs for such a large part of my life (8 out of my 19 years) that I only just came to this conclusion sometime last month, bordering on this week. 

It could be youthful naivete. It could just be plain old stupidity. It could be the fact that essentially everything I know about politics was something I had to personally engage myself in and personally take the initiative to learn. My mom hates so much that I'm learning it that we will have numerous arguments as to whether or not I should put my "Political Science student" label on my resume. 

But her innate hatred from politics is understandable: she comes from the very large school of beliefs that intone politicians are fundamentally, irrevocably corrupt, and that being politically involved and having your own opinions are synonymous with being attached to a certain name, a certain party. 

She has never said this to me outright: it's been subconsciously transmitted to me in her language, her comportment in our conversations, in the way she wants me to remove the label of PS Student off my resume because she thinks future employers will judge me on my beliefs. 

This is a very common viewpoint, I think, in our general population, and it's taken me quite a long time to break out of this mold. There have definitely been actors in my shift in thinking, though I don't know if I will ever be able to fully identify all of the agents of change. 

Brent Rathgeber's departure from the CPC caucus was one, as is the current ongoing controversy with the Senate. Another was the continuation of my emotional and mental transformation from childhood to adulthood, and a greater acceptance of self (a post on which will come soon). And another would be my very fleeting encounter with the LPC, and mental aftermath.

Rathgeber's departure, for me, amid the maelstrom of deception and leadership and posturing and scandal in the CPC reminded me of the age-old discussion of whether you elect your Member of Parliament to represent you/speak for you (and those two ideas are another discussion in itself) or whether you elect the party you wish to lead the country (I'm not a historian, and so far, I've had very little actual political history education so I don't know if there is a line somewhere in our constitution or whatnot that explains this). But just the idea that there is even a question electing an MP for the sake of the party strikes me as bizarre, and the way Harper has completely centralized his power in caucus astounds and appalls me. While parties create communities, common goals to strive toward, and ultimately an easier way to work and move forward with bills and such Parliament, allotting yourself to a party is so divisive: it simplifies democracy, but it creates so much more division and antagonism in our society and system because of the way many people blindly stick to party ideals and use them to fuel in an attempt to fight the other side. 

This realization cleared a lot of the smoke that had been blinding my vision, and has increased my disdain, which has slowly been growing from seed to flower, for parties, groups. Our system is flawed. 

I think, personally, if we could somehow debate all our ideas individually, and settle objectively on a decision, a plan that doesn't come straight from party points but from each individual riding, that would benefit the most people possible, that would be ideal. 

I know more than anyone that this is all intensely idealistic. I know that. But let me dream, let me think, and maybe I'll actually be able to use these ideals and ideas to change something before the pessimism begins to surge through my veins (and it will happen).

The Senate has also contributed to my newfound understanding, in a roundabout sort of way. I am truly beginning to formulate my own ideas for our country, and with the Senate "scandal" currently going on right now with Wright, Duffy and friends, I've been hearing lots of talk about Senate abolition and reform, and from both sides. I believe in reform, not abolition, because I think there is still a valuable place for the Red Chamber in our Canadian society. Members of Parliament are currently subjected to so much politicking and partisanship in our parties (as per my above point) that I do not trust them to be the only group of people making our bills and changing my laws-- this makes me intensely uncomfortable. 

I believe in reforming the appointment process of the Senate (and taking the way of politicizing the post) in a way similar to the Governor of the Bank of Canada. I hate how Senators have an affiliation (Lib, Conservative, etc.) and the fact that many of them have significant political careers (but that's it) really does bother me. As the house of "sober second thought" I would love to have a variety of Canadian citizens, from all walks of life, who are not affiliated with a specific party and have some other way of being chosen rather than the current prime minister. That way, when the bill is finally sent to the Senate, they can look it at objectively, without outright partisanship. 

Again (sigh), this is very idealistic, and with the assumption that these Senators are not facing any sort of outside influence or pressure, even without political affiliation, but it's not always like this. 

Another contribution to my newfound understanding would be, of course, my own personal growth. For a very long time, I was very afraid of expressing my own opinion in fear of being chastised or being called wrong. I was convinced that, in order to have people agree with me, I would have to align myself with certain groups of lines of thinking. But these are my own opinions, and there are no right or wrong opinions, and even on the linear political spectrum, even within party standards, there are tremendously wide differences in beliefs and ideals. It took a bit of growing balls too, and growing up, but again, that comes with time and maturity, and becoming an adult (which I will post on sometime soon, because it's worth talking about too). 

I think, from my above post, that it's easy to see the decision I've taken in regards to joining the LPC, and the Young Libs of Carleton Mississippi-Mills: I've decided not to join. 

I made this decision based on my ideas of partisanship and party-alignment, but also on my own personal discomfort of how fiercely the party promoted Justin as the figurehead of the party, as opposed to new ideas and platforms. I've had the point that "it doesn't matter who's at the front, just who's working behind" made to me too many times to count, and the idea that the LPC wants to create their platform from the grassroots is very enticing, but I am so intensely uncomfortable with the "Justin brand" that I just don't want anything to do with it. 

This is a decision that I'm taking now, and one that may possibly change, though 2013Amy really hopes it won't. However, shit happens, that life changes you, and somewhere down the line, something might happen to really make me change my mind. 

As for who I'm voting for in 2015? I haven't a clue. We'll see how things progress, and what platform the parties will campaign. The only thing that's for sure is that it'll be damn interesting. 

-A.

PS. As much as I wish I had a been a page for 2012-2013, I'm realizing more and more that that would have been a terrible idea. I'm just so consumed with anger at some of these Members of Parliament, and at the bills, that I don't think I would have been able to contain it.

On: Getting back into the groove

Friday, 7 June 2013

For those of you who aren't aware, I spent the last four weeks deep in the heart of Québec.

I still have another week left, but I've started to get back into the anglophone groove, and with that, comes the continuation of this blog and my quest to better myself, intellectually, physically and artistically this summer, and thus practicing my writing through the act of.

There are really going to be a few text-heavy posts coming soon, or at least heavier subject matter: the very stark differences between Québec and Ontario culture, the nature of partisan politics (and things I've realized about myself) & my own decision regarding the LPC, growing up/adulthood and so on. But there will of course be lighter subject matter, like RATBOY GENIUS, and why I was such a big fan of Will Arnett and Amy Poehler (though I only discovered their marriage after their s-word-that-will-not-be-named).

So I'm just getting back into the groove here: I'm starting simple. Just a list of things that make me happy to be alive, because that's something that everyone needs at some point in time, though the list is always radically different for every single person.

So:

Amy's Ever-growing List of Things That Make Her Feel Happy for Being Alive(As of June 7th, Part 1, A Condensed List):

  • That smell in my room that you get after you leave the window and the curtains open the entire day that makes you think of sunshine and endless late spring/early summer days and the beginning of the universe
  • Going outside at midnight, standing stock still in the middle of the road in near darkness and hearing the rush of the suburban ocean of cars rushing by on the highway 
  • Those super lazy summer days where we lounge around in the neighbourhood soccer fields and talk about shit-all and life and death and the end and the future and people are playing ultimate frisbee in the background and we can hear the vocal manifestation of childhood joy in the distance in laughs and screams and yelps and yahoos
  • Late-night talks around a campfire, underneath a starry sky
  • Standing ankle-deep in a lake at one in the morning
  • "Strippers" on first legal birthdays
  • Earl of March: everything
  • University of Waterloo
  • Working hard and seeing positive numbers
  • Getting involved in student politics and actually seeing the effects of your work
  • Having someone tell you that they love you
  • Having someone tell you that you changed their lives
  • Good friends 
  • Best friends
  • Understanding something in class that no one else understands; alternatively, being the first one to understand it (yes, this is the keener in me coming out)
  • Being able to teach and/or explain a concept to someone and seeing the lightbulb flash at the top of their heads with comprehension
  • Broadway musicals-- Spring Awakening, Les Miserables especially.
  • Finding clothes in Village Value that look like they were meant to be yours all along
  • Sending personal messages to people anonymously, whether through the internet or physically
  • Having your best friend be the only one drunk on the day before he's supposed to leave for the States, even though you feel like you're heart is being torn out of your chest with one of those toy grabber claws and being ripped to pieces in front of you
  • Having a best friend
  • Having a family 
  • Sleeping for hours after 12-hour days and waking up and feeling like every cell in your body has been replaced with a supercharged battery of light and optimism and new beginnings 
  • Those songs that resolve musically in their denouement
  • Being able to make music
  • Being a part of an amazing music community for 7 years straight (and with two separate ones)
  • Having all five senses
  • Being able to dream in colour, being able to dream
  • Being able to feel the dew and tickling of grass on the pads of your feet 
  • A group of best friends, each with such distinctive, different personalities, but loving each other all the same 
This list is so short compared to the actual number of things that give me joy in my life. However, it's time for me to go to change, go outside, breathe a little, live a little. 

"You are the everything, and the everything is you." 

- A.
 

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