Archive for November, 2007

Lenny Kravitz

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

I was all set to bemoan the fact that an American had been chosen to provide the half-time entertainment at the Grey Cup game, when, just as I prepared to put thoughts out on this blog, on came Lenny Kravitz - the aforementioned American.

The guy and his band were phenomenal. And don’t tell anybody, but they were the highlight of the game for me! So, eventhough I bemoan the apparent declining relevance of the Grey Cup to most Canadians, and eventhough this most Canadian of institutions should probably have had a Canadian performer hired to do the half-time show, Kravitz rocked!

I’ll forgive him for being an American.

By the way, anybody remember when the Grey Cup game was a bigger deal in this country than the Super Bowl? I do. And those days are gone. Sad.

Into the Wild

Monday, November 19th, 2007

I saw an excellent movie last night. Much appreciated after literally sleeping through The Bee Movie on Saturday. And wouldn’t you know it, it was showing at the Princess Twin Cinema. If that movie house ever leaves town, we are in deep trouble.

It’s called Into the Wild - based on the true story of an exceedingly bright and deep-thinking twentysomething American who upon graduation from university, renounces a life of privilege, suffocating conformity and superficial materialism to pursue a search for truth and meaning. He rejects his dysfunctional parents and perhaps because of them and his upbringing, runs far and wide in search of himself. And this young man is serious about his particular calling; he donates his entire life savings - a cheque for 24-thousand dollars - to Oxfam, with handwritten instructions for them to feed somebody with it. He burns all of the cash in his possession.
He rejects his father’s offer of a new car - not because he couldn’t have used it, but because he doesn’t want “stuff” from his dad, he wants love.

And so young Christopher McCandless sets out across America with the burning desire to head deep into the woods of Alaska alone, and just exist. Along the way, he meets up with assorted unique and interesting characters whom he learns from and whom he teaches something to along the way. The journey is about our connectedness as fellow travellers.

His extreme rejection of superficiality and attempt at liberation from the conventional trappings of modern society is at times ludicrously naive, but also so inspiring that darn it if I didn’t think to myself “That’s it. I’m heading to Haliburton County to live in the highlands with a bunch of books and a good woman.” Everyone who comes into close contact with him, is irresistably drawn to him. And for good reason. He is just so real, so authentic. Just one of many lessons contained in this lengthy, quality film.

He finally gets to Alaska. Hitches a ride to big river country, surrounded by mountains, and disembarks into the cold and dreary wilderness, alone and determined, blissfully pursuing his appointment with destiny. Armed with a .22 calibre rifle, some very basic camping gear, a book on edible berries in the area and next-to-no food, he simply walks into the woods……..and……..

There are some scenes that deal with how he actually survived in the deep woods of Alaska, but that is not what this story is about. It is so much more than that. It is about the insatiable desire inside this young man to find meaning and truth and peace, about how some of us share that most elusive of dreams and about how others of us never give it a second thought.

Directed by the ever-thoughtful and brilliant Sean Penn, this is a cinema-lover’s film. It is a stimulating, inspiring and visually stunning refuge for two-and-a-half hours.

Santas Anonymous

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

I had very humble beginnings. Raised by a single mother back in the 1960’s. Don’t know how mum did it sometimes……now that I know the reality of what she was up against, but somehow Santa always showed up at our place. And for her sacrifice and committment, I am forever grateful. But, turns out, one year…..she had a little help from some very caring elves. And because of them, my little six-year old heart skipped a beat when I looked under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, 1966.

I cannot fathom the thought of a little child waking up Christmas morning without a little something to unwrap. But it happens with astounding regularity in this very community.

A lot of very dedicated and caring people are devoting their energies this Christmas to ensure that the magic of the season is felt by every precious child in our community. And you can help. Support the Santas Anonymous program. Simply drop off a new, unwrapped toy at the donation box at your local Rogers Video store, or come on up to 570 News and drop one off at the donation box in our lobby. And if you’re there between nine and noon…..I’d love to come downstairs from the newsroom to say THANK YOU.

Merry Christmas!

….zzzzzzzzz………The Bee Movie

Monday, November 12th, 2007

I haven’t seen it yet but why do I just know I am going to sleep through this thing?

My cure for “the blues.”

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

Feeling down? Try the following: Get a copy of the “Rubber Soul” album by the Beatles. (1965) Play loudly. Also, “Harvest” by Neil Young - which is the perfect accompaniment to a reflective drive along a country road. Also recommended: Springsteen, Dylan, The Band, Johnny Cash, Blue Rodeo. Do not mix with pop fluff. You should feel better in half an hour.