Tuesday, February 5, 2008

High School Never Ends

The lovely and talented Emily Blunt delivered that line about two-thirds of the way through the charming and entertaining film The Jane Austen Book Club which I have no problem admitting I watched and enjoyed over the weekend. As soon as I heard that line though, something clicked inside of me and I jumped to my feet to grab a pen and one of the dozens of notebooks and notepads that are strewn around my desk. Funny where we get our inspiration isn't it?

I've spent the past couple of days thinking about the line and each time I do, I come to the same conclusion: It's 100% the truth. High school never does end.

It ends symbolically with graduation and literally whenever you finish that last exam, but the basic elements of high school leave the hallways and cafeterias with us and continue to exist in everyday life. Now, I'm not saying that there are groups of women walking around calling themselves The Plastics or anything like that, but the simple fact of the matter is that if you take a minute or five to examine society, I'm sure you'd agree with me on this one. Those distinct demographics John Hughes gave us in The Breakfast Club all those years ago still live on to this day. Although, the rebels aren't as boss as Judd Nelson's Bender and the ladies aren't as hard done by and wonderful as Molly Ringwald's Claire.

I'm even going to pass up on a layup in this case too and not point to colleges and universities as a proving ground of this theory, since they are basically extensions of the educational system and structure people are already coming from. Since the system and structure doesn't overly change, the dynamics and demographics don't either. The geeks remain geeks, the cool kids remain the cool kids and the rest of us float somewhere in the middle.

But even now, as a 29-year-old working stiff, there is still the presence of high school throughout society. Take the workplace for example. Most workplaces have groups. It's inevitable. You work with the same people regularly enough, they become your social network. You form a bond. You become an identifiable group. Here's how it broke down in the casino I worked in for five years:

  • First and foremost, there was the obvious segregation by departments and work groups. Until people became comfortable, very few strayed outside of their own group. Slots ate with slots, cashiers with cashiers, security with security.
  • Smokers all congregate together outside in whatever weather Mother Nature delivered, battling the elements for that sweet, sweet nicotine.
  • The young, cool, popular people - the people who everyone knows by name even though they couldn't pick most of their colleagues out of a police lineup - did almost everything together. They ate lunch together, took their breaks together, spent their days off together, worked out together... you get the picture.
  • All the middle aged people flocked to one another as well, except for the middle aged but still single and trying to pretend I'm still in my 20's group. They tried to be down with the cool kids, but ended up looking like middle aged people trying to recapture their youth more often than not.
  • Married couples hung out together, as did the new and expectant parents.
  • We even had a collection of computer geeks who talked about nothing other than video games and computers. Actually, that was only one guy. I miss Shawn... goofy bastard.
Anyway, I could keep going for hours, breaking down even further, including by area you lived in, because just like high school, friendships and groups derived from where you lived too.

It's more than that though.

I talk shit about people almost every day of my life. Now it's mostly harmless and me just being a whiny bitch or complaining for the sake of complaining, but isn't that the same way that it was in high school? All smiles and "Hey" to someones face, only to meet up with your friends later and pick at their faults and misfortunes? Don't say you don't do this either... we all do this because we're all still in high school.

The jocks still play sports as often as they can, be it pickup hockey or baseball all summer long. The stoners are still doing as many drugs as they can. Some of the cool people are still pre-occupied with being cool and can be found hanging out at the same bars and clubs as always every weekend, while others grew up a little, got cool jobs and are now the cool people in their workplace too. The AV Club went on to found a dot com and got rich before the bottom fell out of the tech industry. Their now married to some of the cool girls from high school.

Just like in high school, we're always crushing on the cute girl or the mysterious boy and we always want our friends to think the new clothes we bought are wicked.

Biggest of all, when we see our old teachers out in public, we're still a little freaked out and refer to them as Sir or Miss or whatever you called your teachers in high school, even though we're all adults now and you know their actual first name.

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Monday, February 4, 2008

"Yes We Can"

Today's piece was going to be something totally different, something funny, something easy, but then I got sent this link and the focus of today changed.

I'm not an American and this piece touches me. This speech touches me. This man and his ideals touch me. This man isn't going to be leading my country, but in whatever way I can I throw my support behind him.

Very few times in our lives do we get the chance to experience "true change" - major watershed moments where we can see the world changing right before our eyes. True change is on the horizon.

Can a United States led by Sen. Barack Obama help change the world? Yes they can.

I hope we get to see that day...

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Sunday, February 3, 2008

10 Things I Learned This Week


1. Happy Birthday Emily Grace!
My beautiful little niece turns one today. I can't believe it has been a year since she was born. I've only seen her twice and one of those times she spent the whole time crying and wanting nothing to do with me. She is easily one of the biggest reasons I am excited to be moving home in May. You're an angel Gracie Lou and your Uncle Spencer loves you very much...

2. Thank God It's Super Bowl Sunday
Because if I had to go through another week of hearing about every last little thing that has taken place in Tom Brady's life, I think I might swear off football altogether. I honestly expected the sports channels to have little running trackers of Brady's whereabouts and what he's wearing running along the bottom of the screen instead of scores.

3. Barack Obama Needs to be President
Watched a couple hours of the debate last night on CNN and I have to say that Obama just comes across as the better candidate. He's a real dude, whereas Hilary Clinton has that "I'm better than you" appearance to her. Isn't it about time that there is someone other than a Bush or a Clinton in the White House? C'mon America, make Barack Obama the next Commander in Chief.

4. The Mets Will Still Screw Things Up
Sure, they may have just landed one of the best pitchers in all of baseball and signed him to an astronomical contract, but seriously, these are the Mets we're talking about. This is the same team that shit the bed last year at the very last possible second. It's not like Philly suddenly got crappy over the off-season either. This is already my favourite story to watch all season long... and yes, I look forward to hearing what you think about this Brad.

5. I Heart Juno
Saw it Tuesday night and fell in love with it. Been listening to the soundtrack all week and talking about the film with anyone who cares to listen. Diablo Cody wrote an amazing film and deserves to win an Oscar. Ellen Page could too, but she's got stiff competition. All that being said, I can see where some people aren't going to like this movie. The writing is quick, sharp and smart but it will undoubtedly be too much for some people. Kinda like how some folks just don't like Little Miss Sunshine.

6. My Picture is Going to be in a Magazine
Along with a brief professional bio, Passion Magazine will be including a headshot of a goofy-looking guy that they let write articles for them in the next issue, on sale February 11th at all Chapters and Shoppers Drug Mart locations. Except in Newfoundland... we get it a week later.
7. I Need to Care Less About Work
The simple fact of the matter is that it's not my job to worry about everything that goes on there and always wanting things to work out the way I think they should is just stupid, because it's not going to happen. Starting tomorrow, it's show up, work my shift and call it a day; no anger, no frustration, no concern. All that energy is going to get channeled into my writing... or NBA Live '08.

8. "High School never ends."
Great line from The Jane Austen Book Club which I watched last night and thoroughly enjoyed. Immediately after I heard the line, I got to thinking and an idea for a post you'll get later in the week has now formed in my over-sized head. For now, mull it over; think about it in preparation for the piece. Yes, I just gave you homework.

9. Update: The Tattoo Fund
So I bought a pack of smokes again this week, which means two weeks in a row without a penny being dropped into the Tattoo Fund jar. That being said, I have done a lot of thinking about what I am going to get next. One thing it isn't going to be is a giant knife up the middle of my chest. Seriously! This is why some people automatically think tattoos are stupid.

10. I Love Having the Weekend Off
I know that a segment of society has every Saturday and Sunday off, but I haven't ever worked in that sector, so getting the full "real weekend" off is wicked to me. By the time tomorrow rolls around, I will have had two straight days of lounging around the house with Sarah, watching Friends, a handful of movies, reading and just doing the things we enjoy most. No interruptions, no work, nothing but relaxing. It's been a great way to end a crappy week.

OUT / ONE

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Saturday, February 2, 2008

My Life is a Sesame Street Song


I am, without exaggeration, the one of these things that doesn't belong. Sarah agrees with me too. And it actually applies on a number of different levels.

Amongst our circle of friends here in Newfoundland, I don't fit. They're nursing students, would-be scientists, academically inclined smart people. I have an Arts Degree that I never intended to use, know absolutely nothing about the human body (Not in that way you dumb bastards!) and adopt a glossy blank stare whenever the discussions sway towards nursing / health related topics, which is quite frequent. Luckily, we usually get together somewhere where there is either (a) a TV with sports highlights for me to watch or (b) another boyfriend who isn't into the whole nursing / science thing, but they also have no clue about sports or movies or the stuff that is most important to me.

Occasionally, someone fires me a bone and asks about my writing, which makes me perk up a little, but after engaging me for the minimum amount of time, they usually revert back to talking about the procedures they have been involved in or various organs, bones and diseases I know nothing about and I go back to sticking out like a sore thumb.

This next bit is going to sound strange, but I don't fit the profile appearance wise either. I know that it is a huge generalization to say that Newfoundlanders look a certain way, dress a certain way etc. etc. etc. but let's face it - every pocket of society has it's own distinct appearance and mine definitely doesn't portray me as being from these parts.

Take last night. I rocked a mohawk. Not like an 80's punk band, Anarchy Rules! kind of mohawk, more of a Kevin Federline on the cover of Details a couple months ago mohawk. It's grown out a little so it's turning into a faux-hawk, but you get the picture. That doesn't play here very well. It is an immediate "look at that guy" whenever we're in public. (Note: Please tell me if it is an automatic "look at that guy" everywhere, just so I know...)

Clothes matter to me. Not that they don't to others, but I really like fashion, I don't mind saying it. Coordination and style means a great deal to me. I don't own a ski-doo jacket; I rock blazers and sports jackets. Big-ass snowboots aren't in my closet, nor are running shoes; I've got a pair of Timberlands, some dressy sneakers (for sneaking) and a pair of beige corduroy slip on loafers that are full-out bad-ass! I got them in Paris. They're awesome! My argyle sweater vest is a dead give away of my being from away too...

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Soundtrack of My Life


Song: The Drugs Don't Work
Artist: The Verve
Album: Urban Hymns

After "Bittersweet Symphony" and before "Lucky Man," the Richard Ashcroft-fronted band The Verve released this track to absolutely zero response on this side of the pond. In fact, I can't say I ever remember hearing it during The Verve's "Hey, these guys are cool and British and different" stage over here that countless British artists get at one point or another in their career.

But being the music scavenger that I am, I found their disc Urban Hymns kicking around in a bargain bin a few years later and since I was a huge fan of "Lucky Man," I thought I would pick it up and give it a listen. Bargain basement pricing is a great way to discover music. For the record, so is this segment every week, despite what David Chalk thinks of my musical tastes.

Got home, laid down on my bed, turned on the newly acquired disc, got to track four and fell in love. As we all learned with the first installment of Soundtrack, I'm a sucker for acoustic guitar and this sound has it in spades. But it was the sentiment of the song that struck me.

Votes on the type of song this is vary, but count me on the side that marks this one up as a love song and a very good one at that. It's not a love song in the traditional hearts and flowers and spewing "I Love You" forty-seven times over; but if you listen to what is being said, you know the singer is talking to a loved one:

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead


For the record, the "Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown" line is one of my all-time favourite musical analogies...

Now, skip ahead about eight years and I go to a Coldplay show in Toronto with my friend Chrissy. The first time we showed up, she screwed up the dates - we had Thursdays and turned up Wednesday night - which led to me getting "Freelance" inked on my wrist. The next night, we made it to our floor seats and settled in for the opening act... Richard Ashcroft, formerly of The Verve. He drifted into "The Drugs Don't Work" and I almost cried. For anyone who hasn't seen their favourite musicians live, you need to make a point of doing it. It's an experience that can't be put into words.

I'm also a fan of the Ben Harper cover of the song, because let's be honest, Ben Harper is one damn fine musician. It's on his Live From Mars live CD if you're wondering.

Anyway, this is the song that will play at some point in a lovelorn scene in a movie if I ever get around to writing one, because to me, it is the perfect sitting in the pub, missing your woman song...

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again


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The song "Anyone Else" by The Moldy Peaches nearly made it into this spot today. Since I saw Juno Tuesday night, it has been on blast off the computer.

Totally irreverent, cute and catchy, just like Juno herself and the movie. You have to go see it and if you don't like it, we're not friends.

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Sorry I'm a day late - there was Guinness to be drank last night... It won't happen again.

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