Thursday, March 24, 2016

Pause - Fermata

      



The school year is two-thirds over, and I’m pausing.  It’s March break, and I look back at last September, when the whole academic year was ahead of me, and it seemed daunting.

To be accurate, I’m pausing from a pause, a temporary stop in my retirement.  A temporary stop along the path of life, having returned to work for this school year.  

My time back in the workforce has re-taught me something I already knew, that I enjoy being part of a social group, all striving and working together. I’ve missed being part of a group of teachers and students struggling and muddling through the twists and turns of an academic year.  Witnessing students trying their best at living their adolescent lives, watching teachers trying their best to teach, to better understand their students, and to survive the sometimes emotionally charged environment of a school.  Teaching and learning often compete with each other, when students’ preferences for learning exist outside of the classroom experience.   

Education is a valiant endeavour, a huge social experiment, dynamic and never-ending.  And no matter how seasoned a teacher is, there is likely to be a new challenge with every child that steps through the door.

In a few months, I will un-pause and remove the fermata from my retirement.  I will look back on this time with nostalgia, no doubt, knowing that this pause gave me an opportunity to reimagine my retirement.  With a tiny bit of regret, but a huge amount of appreciation, i will return to the open book, the unstructured time, and the life imagined. 





Monday, June 10, 2013

What's Right With Us?


Recently I’ve been asking myself, “What’s wrong with us?”  I’m referring to the craziness surrounding our now famous Toronto Mayor Rob Ford, as well as the slimy spending disclosures and non-disclosures of our senators, and Quebec construction cost gratuities funneled into the pockets of organized crime organizations.

But to put my question into perspective, after comparing these recent events to those that unfold in other parts of the world, I think I really should ask myself, “What’s Right with us?”

I’m no expert on corruption in other parts of the world, but I’ve recently traveled to Uganda and Tanzania and have followed a bit of the events in these pseudo-democracies.  For example, Uganda protest: Reporters tear-gassed at Daily Monitor

I feel very proud of our Canadian journalists who relentlessly chase stories, yet who get blamed for stirring up trouble.  A free press can be a very bothersome presence to good citizens who don’t like trouble stirred up in their neighbourhoods.  The good folks of Etobicoke (one of Toronto’s inner suburbs) don’t want the attention that our mayor attracts, but that’s tough.

And to those who ask the questions that help to reinforce the concept of the great divide in Toronto between the downtowners and the inner-suburbanites (yes, I’m referring to you, Steve Paikin, Toronto's Class Clash) I will answer it this way:

I believe that most Torontonians value the same things. I live in the inner suburb of North York, and yet do not support the kind of ‘conservative’ reactions of the Ford Nation supporters.  Much of Toronto’s downtown is a jewel in the crown, and it serves us all well to support the bike lanes, the general liveability, and public transit in our downtown core.  We all benefit from a vibrant downtown Toronto, and I think much of the anti-downtown sentiment, where it does exist, comes from those who are jealous of downtowners who have made a decision to spend more on housing costs than people who would rather have bigger houses and live further away from the downtown core (to each his own).

And Mr. Clement, I am actually happy that you’ve exposed the number of sick days taken by civil servants, but I can’t help wondering if you are trying to deflect attention from the senate spending issue. Feds to crack down on public sector sick day abuse
But to you reporters, journalists, and media people, keep up the good work.  Don’t stop pushing, asking hard questions, and knocking on those doors.  You’re bothersome and pesky, but I love you!  What’s right with us?  You are!!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Why I Love Guanajuato




As the end of our Guanajuato trip approached, it was the first time I could remember that I really didnt want to leave. What's not to like?  Sunny days, long relaxed lunches, music concerts, the Jardin de la Union, attempts at speaking Spanish.  Everyone seems to love Guanajuato, and the Mexicans are justly proud of this jewel of a city.  http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/482/

Only a few of my friends and family have been to our wonderful spot, so Im writing this for those of you who often wonder about my frequent visits to this part of Mexico.

I usually sleep in a bit, have my coffee, check my email, all of this while sitting in the lovely living room (sala) and looking out at the incredible view.




Most mornings we have breakfast on the terrace, which always includes fresh fruit, usually pineapple or papaya, with limones (small limes) and freshly squeezed orange juice.  We sit outside looking down towards the town.  It was on our last morning while soaking in the beauty, that I tried to remember why I was going back to Toronto.



At some point during the day, I sit outside on a patio which now has a functional fountain, just to look at the garden.  Ive planted some gardenias and jasmine, which arent doing that well, but Im coaxing the plants along and hope that one day their scents will join those of the lemon-scented geraniums which do so well here.



One morning we had coffee at the home of a Mexican American who recently finished a first draft of a novel.  She is also working with an archeologist here, and collaborating on an exhibit with a museum in Los Angeles, on the culture of the Chupicuaro, who first settled in Meso America 2500 years ago.

Last week we had drinks with Cuahtemoc Trejo, a professional flute player whose latest project is his recording and concerts played on a crystal flute from the time of Maximilan in Mexico.  We heard him play at the university and we were enthralled with the music and the unusual sound of the instrument. http://macchinatempo.com/

During our 12 days here we attended four concerts, two of the symphony orchestra, a wind quintet at the Gene Byron museum, and the crystal flute concert.

We also heard of an upcoming puppet theatre presentation based on the Magic Flute which will be presented next month, led by a professional German Canadian Mexican who makes her home in Valenciana.  She and her family live close to a well-known mime artist, who teaches and sometimes gives performances at his house.

After the orchestra concert a few nights ago we went out for drinks with friends and met someone new, an Israeli Mexican who is a professor at the math institute. http://www.cimat.mx/  His 16 year old son is an expert juggler who will be attending a major juggling conference in Israel this spring,

We also shared a comida (lunch) with Americans who live here full time, having recently retired. They started coming down here for a week or two at a time, which expanded to a month at a time, then two months, then it got to the point where they just needed to stay longer. They now live in the middle of the town, don't have a car, and among other things, are very active as volunteers with an organization that mentors and provides support and university scholarships to very poor but high-achieving Mexican students. 

I really could go on and on talking about what seems to be an endless array of people doing interesting and creative things with their lives.

On our last day we visited with our friend, an American woman who came here as a student and met her husband, had her six children here, and stayed to become a well known bicultural matriarch of her large influential Mexican clan. 

There is so much to see and do here, and numerous ways to live a creative and social life filled with beauty, art, colour, and sunshine. I look forward to singing a concert next fall when we're back a the beautiful Gene Byron Museum. http://museogenebyron.org/



Tuesday, January 31, 2012

My Father



My father is a funny and quirky man.  Now that he is in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease, he can no longer express his quirkiness and sense of humour, so it’s up to me and others to remember the things he used to say and do. 

Here’s a list of things that he did better than anyone else:

Work hard
Find work when you’re laid off
Stay chipper when going to work, even when waking up really early
Go to bed early
Be reliable and loyal
Neigh like a horse
Whistle like a canary
Talk like Walter Brennan
Pretend not to cry while listening to recordings of John Gary and/or  Rita McNeil
Tell us what a sexy woman his wife (our mom) is
Fix up things in the house
Sing the same lullaby (in French) to the grandbabies to calm them down
Gather hazelnuts, find cascara bark and Easter lilies in the ‘wet’ coast bush
Love his children intensely
Mispronounce ‘worm’ as ‘warm’ much to my mother’s delight
Root for the Habs.


He often used to say these things:

Great day in the mornin’!
Another blue ribbon (after eating dinner prepared by my mom)
There’s that guy running for the ferry (seeing a jogger)
Scram gravy ain’t wavy (who knows?)
Brown as a berry from ridin’ the prairie
Sacré black (or sacré bleu, depending on his mood)
Black Jack Shellac!
Whatever turns your crank
Knee high to a grasshopper
Sodbuster
Arrivederci Roma
Fabbricimenti
Accendere la luce (he sometimes worked with Italian bricklayers)
Hey Magnolia
He/she can hum in any language
He/she is a donkey
Well, the drought’s over now (referring to another rainy day on the wet coast)
Hallelujah!
S.O.B.
You can take the girl out of the west, but you can’t take the west out of the girl
Stop and smell the roses
There’s nothing more important than your health.

And finally, this is what he said to me, many times, after visiting my grandmother who also had Alzheimer’s:

If that ever happens to me, just shoot me.


 

Friday, January 13, 2012

How to Float Around the Room While Listening to Music



Today's opinion:  Rhythm is a Tyrant.  

A steady beat and repetitive phrases may hypnotize or energize us, depending on the nature of the rhythm.  Sometimes it deadens us.

In his Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera writes: 

The sadder people are, the louder the speakers blare.  They are trying to make an occupied country forget the bitterness of history and devote all its energy to the joys of everyday life.

There is a certain primordial state of musicˆ, a state prior to its history . . . the state before the play of motif and theme was ever conceived or even contemplated.  This elementary state of music (music minus thought) reflects the inherent idiocy of human life. . . .

Sometimes while listening to music I try to free myself from the tyranny of rhythm, to rise above the obvious.  I find it difficult to disengage from it, but certain kinds of music make it easier to do.  Obviously, slow relaxing music, Western European art music, some kinds of Asian music.  Pop and rock music are very difficult to try this with; after all, what band could imagine not having a drummer?

I suggest that even in attempting this exercise, you may reach a wonderful state of disembodiment.  Remove the underlying rhythm and you may float freely around the room.  You might even find yourself upside down on the ceiling. This exhilarating feeling is elusive and as soon as you start analyzing what is happening, you will connect once again to that ever-present beat.

Rhythm of course is much more than an ever-present beat.  It is the structure of music, phrasing, organization of sound.  All of these things work together to carry a piece of music, to ground it, to give the listener something to hang on to.

Rhythmic repetition can also induce trance.  Traditional Indonesian gamelan music, the music that Debussy fell in love with and was inspired by, is played for days on end.  Just like mantras that are repeated, phrases that are repeated over and over can free the listener. 

Steve Reich, Philip Glass, and other minimalists know this.  They know how to draw the listener in through repetition, and create a feeling of suspension over the music. Rhythm can be seductive and seditious at the same time and once it establishes a sense of monotony, it can subtly change and upset your equilibrium.

So I suggest the following:

  1. Turn off the lights. 
  2. Get comfortable - sit in a great chair or lie on the couch.
  3. Turn on a Beethoven violin sonata, Brahms symphony or something.
  4. Listen to the rhythm, and tap it out.
  5. Now tune it out.  Get carried away with the sound - the timbre, the melody, the soaring nature of the violins, whatever.
  6. Float.







Thursday, January 5, 2012

Renee's Really Boring First Blog Post

After an intensive search for interesting blog names (actually it took me about half an hour, and then I got bored), I landed on this one. It seems that so many people now have blogs with great titles that I have no hope of finding a creative one.

Here are some of the ones that I found creative but already taken:

Musings (exciting, no?)
Retirement Musings
Musings of a Lay-About
Lay-About
Old Hat
Nothing New Under the Sun
Nothing New Under the Clouds
Something New Under the Sun
Idler
Accomplished Idler (I really liked that one)
Shiny Penny
Breathing Room
Momsinger

No one had taken the following name (which pretty well sums up what I’ve been up to over the last few months, since stopping work):

Thinking about Education/Music/Family/Worrying about My Son at University /Cooking/Eating/Travelling/Yoga/Buying Carpets and Renovating the Den/Ballroom Dance Lessons/Walking the Dog Blog

With no expectations of anyone wanting to read this blog, and no understanding of blog marketing, I bring you Renée’s Really Boring Blog. It really is an excuse for me to write down a few things, and if someone happens to read it, then ‘reader beware’. Here are my disclaimers:

I am not a writer
I am a newly retired educator
I am a singer
I love my husband and family
I don’t have any major problems or issues to deal with right now
I have some opinions.

Happy New Year!

Renee