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  1. A Mongolian Couch

    August 9, 2011 by Gail

    A Mongolian Couch from George Clipp on Vimeo.

    In a city of tower blocks and tents comes a unique story of energy and enterprise; Begzsuren lives with his wife and four children in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia and possesses an inspiring passion to improve both his family’s and his community’s lot. Installing a rain water shower, changing his family’s diet, planting trees, Tai Chi – Begzsuren is a busy, dedicated and extremely forward-thinking Mongolian.

    www.couchsurfing.org
    www.georgeclipp.com

    Awards:

    Jury Prize for Best Short Film at the EcoFocus Film Festival 2010 (U.S.A)
    Audience Award for Best Short Film at the EcoFocus Film Festival 2010 (U.S.A)
    Best Student Film at the Wild and Scenic Film Festival 2011 (U.S.A)

    My (oft-postponed) plan to write about my couchsurfing experiences in Portugal are still to come!

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  2. Robyn: “Dream On”

    August 6, 2011 by Gail

    I’ve had a productive day of editing work, and now I’m a little brain-dead. So I leave you with a video that I tweeted a while back but wanted to show, because of its storytelling. Even if you aren’t a fan of Robyn’s music (I only know her from the ’90s, her sound is different now), it’s worth a 3-minute look.

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  3. Thoughts For Norway

    July 23, 2011 by Gail

    view of Oslo from Holmenkollen

    view of Oslo from Holmenkollen

    I’ve been thinking about Norway since I first heard the news of the bombing yesterday in Oslo, then the shootings at the youth camp in Utoya. I’ve been reading accounts from the youth about their experiences, stories of rescue and terror. I’ve been watching the death toll climb, in horror. It’s difficult to imagine such heinous acts of violence taking place in a country as peaceful as Norway. It’s home to the Nobel Peace prize. The news stories coming out of Norway are usually about their sweep of medals at the Winter Olympics or the Nobel Peace prize, not about bombs or children getting gunned down.

    Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo

    Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo

    Reading the news updates is both mesmerizing and appalling. I try to read a variety of news outlets to get the full story and avoid the article comments (most of them are baseless rants), but yesterday on the walk home I stopped at a pizza shop to watch the BBC news on TV because I don’t have one at home. At that time some of the major media fingers were pointing towards Islamic terrorist groups, but since then more information has come to light refuting those claims. Homegrown terrorism is no less disturbing, however, it may in fact be even more disturbing.

    Like Canada, Norway is a northern country with a small population and a wealth of nature. It is not a country of conflict or political tension. In my continuing fascination with people of the north (my 2007 birthday trip was to Iceland), it also happens to be the country I chose for my birthday trip in 2008 and thus I have an affection for it. I turned 36 in Oslo. I couchsurfed in Oslo twice, and hired a car with my German friend, Berit, to travel west. If I’d had more time and I was alone, I would’ve driven all the way up to the Arctic Circle. Next time.

    westward-bound in Norway

    westward-bound

    Myrdal, Norway

    Myrdal

    I’m going through my photos again (I’ve only uploaded a small batch from that trip) so I can think of Norway the way I remember it, not the way it looks in the news right now. The country will recover from this senseless tragedy, but for now there are many, many grieving families in Norway and my heart goes out to them.

    Western Norway

    Berit & Justi in western Norway

    Vigeland Sculpture Park

    Vigeland Sculpture Park

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  4. Canada’s Roadside Attractions

    June 5, 2011 by Gail

    BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir Toronto

    BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir Toronto

    contented cows in Caledon, Ontario

    contented cows in Caledon, Ontario

    My shoot in Caledon this morning went well! But man, that alarm clock felt early and now I’ve got even more work to finish before I leave for Portugal. I wasn’t quite ready to drive straight home, though, I had to stop for some rural Ontario cow photos and a photo pitstop at BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Mandir Toronto because it was just off the highway. I love that a visitor can pass a cow pasture and an amazing Hindu temple within minutes of each other. (Not just in Ontario, either, this is a common sight in the Vancouver area.)

    I first shot the BAPS temple three years ago for Doors Open with my Chinon CE-4 film camera.

    Official website: http://toronto.baps.org/

    My whole set of BAPS photos can be viewed in the slideshow below:

    All of today’s photos uploaded to Flickr can be found here.

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  5. Spring By Cameraphone And Saying The Magic Words

    April 27, 2011 by Gail

    Far be it from me to resort to weather-talk on this blog, but…

    HAVE YOU BEEN OUTSIDE LATELY? Has Mother Nature had a nervous breakdown, or what?

    This top photo was taken Monday evening, but the rest were shot around sunset today, mostly around High Park. I’m on blossom-watch, you see, because I have some couples who’d like to do their engagement photos in the park but the unstable climate has been extending the hibernation of plant life. After picking up my car from the garage (more on this in a moment), I went to High Park to guesstimate how long it will be before we see some blooming action. Maybe last year spoiled us and we’ve forgotten about the previous year (2009), when the blossoms didn’t make their appearance until May. At any rate, my guess is that the magnolia trees will need a few more days and the cherry trees will need a little longer, maybe a week.

    The car is back in action, after another day at the garage, this time with a mysterious internal leak of antifreeze. The saga began last Thursday enroute to Detroit, sitting in traffic and watching with alarm as the temperature gauge climbed steeply. I pulled over and looked under the hood for a sign of the problem. That’s when I noticed the antifreeze reservoir was empty. I exited at Port Credit (Mississauga) and bought the last few bottles of antifreeze from a gas station. Hugo watched for a leak under the car but there wasn’t one, even after I poured in TWO 1-litre bottles. I kept the last bottle at the back just in case.

    On Sunday when it was time for me to leave Detroit, I checked the reservoir again and I’d lost a whole litre in just a few days. Not good. I poured in the last bottle and made it home alright, but when I checked it again a few days ago, the litre was gone… and still no sign of a leak. I brought the car in yesterday and the garage called this morning with the verdict: thermostat housing was broken, causing the leak. I picked up the car after work, and while I was at the service desk it occurred to me to finally speak up and ask if the mechanics were Portuguese.

    “I’m going to Portugal.”

    And those, ladies and gents, were the magic words: the manager’s face lit up like a beacon and next thing I knew, he was teaching me Portuguese phrases and urging his son to fetch maps from their travel agency next door and drawing out itineraries for me on paper. The place was filling up with people bringing in their cars for repair, and every time I tried to extricate myself from what looked more like a tourist info centre rather than an automotive repair shop, the manager kept telling me not to leave yet. So I stood there feeling the heat from the people behind me while the manager listed all the historical sites I should visit and the aesthetic features of each. Every time an employee walked by the desk (almost everyone working at this 24-hour garage is Portuguese) he was beaming, pointing to me and telling them that I was going to Portugal. It was charming and embarrassing at the same time.

    Finally, I grabbed my car keys and promised I would return — without the car! — for more Portuguese language lessons. I turned the key in the ignition and the battery light came on immediately. Thinking this was just a temporary thing I kept the car running and it didn’t go away. Turned off the car, tried again and the light came back on after about 30 seconds. I tried this several times before getting the manager’s attention, and he motioned for me to bring my car back in and got me to jump the queue — SORRY AGAIN, PEOPLE! A mechanic just starting his shift thought it might be the alternator, did some testing and eventually found a fuse had blown. He replaced it while I was standing there and turned to the manager who, still very stoked about me visiting his homeland, waived any charges. Even as I was backing out of the garage, I could hear him telling the mechanic that I was going to Portugal! It was charming and embarrassing and good fortune, all at once :)

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  6. Darkness Means Something Different To Everyone

    April 19, 2011 by Gail

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    I found this perchance, and found it to be valuable in its tone and sensitivity. I hope people read it, which is why I’m sharing it here.

    Original post:
    http://blisstree.com/live/6-celebrities-who-are-honest-about-their-depression-to-help-others/gallery-page/4/#gallery

    And lest the gents feel left out, comedian and author Stephen Fry has publicly battled manic depression and bipolar disorder for years (including a suicide attempt), and has often spoken and written about it to help increase awareness of mental health issues. Almost two years ago he even responded in writing to Crystal Nunn, a fan who had contacted him asking for help with her own depression struggles. That letter was then published in The Daily Mail, and here it is:

    Dear Crystal,
    I’m so sorry to hear that life is getting you down at the moment. Goodness knows, it can be so tough when nothing seems to fit and little seems to be fulfilling. I’m not sure there’s any specific advice I can give that will help bring life back its savour. Although they mean well, it’s sometimes quite galling to be reminded how much people love you when you don’t love yourself that much.
    I’ve found that it’s of some help to think of one’s moods and feelings about the world as being similar to weather:
    Here are some obvious things about the weather:
    It’s real.
    You can’t change it by wishing it away.
    If it’s dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you can’t alter it.
    It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.
    BUT
    It will be sunny one day.
    It isn’t under one’s control as to when the sun comes out, but come out it will.
    One day.
    It really is the same with one’s moods, I think. The wrong approach is to believe that they are illusions. They are real. Depression, anxiety, listlessness – these are as real as the weather – AND EQUALLY NOT UNDER ONE’S CONTROL. Not one’s fault.
    BUT
    They will pass: they really will.
    In the same way that one has to accept the weather, so one has to accept how one feels about life sometimes.
    ‘Today’s a crap day,’ is a perfectly realistic approach. It’s all about finding a kind of mental umbrella.
    ‘Hey-ho, it’s raining inside: it isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do about it, but sit it out. But the sun may well come out tomorrow and when it does, I shall take full advantage.’
    I don’t know if any of that is of any use: it may not seem it, and if so, I’m sorry. I just thought I’d drop you a line to wish you well in your search to find a little more pleasure and purpose in life.
    Very best wishes,
    (Signed)
    Stephen Fry

    What made me think of this is a memory from years ago, when a friend and housemate told me about his manager who took out a life insurance policy on himself with a suicide clause. That clause stated that if the policyholder committed suicide less than five years after the insurance was purchased, there would be no payout. The manager had a wife who did not know about the insurance policy or the depression. My friend was close to his manager and was aware of both, but couldn’t do anything about it. Once the five year mark had passed, the manager did everything according to his plan: he went out to a field behind his house and took his own life with a shotgun and left a letter explaining everything to his wife.

    It’s been a long time since my friend told me about this man who was his closest friend, but the story stuck with me through the years. I think I even met the manager once or twice in passing when I went to my friend’s office in Vancouver. From what my friend tells me, the manager was high-functioning, not the kind of person that people who aren’t familiar with depression imagine a depressed person to be. My friend desperately tried to talk his manager out of his plan, but the man was clearly clinically depressed and nothing anyone said could convince him that life was worth living. I don’t know if he seriously reconsidered in the intervening five years between taking out the life insurance policy and committing suicide, but ultimately nothing stopped him from following through on his plan to end his life while leaving his spouse cared for financially.

    I have told this story to a handful people over the years, and the responses have been very mixed in the level of empathy shown towards the depressed. What is patently obvious, however, especially according to the most recent response I heard a couple of days ago, is that people who have never been depressed will never understand depression in its varied forms. I think it would be like explaining a taste to someone with no taste buds.

    In Stephen Fry’s letter above, his analogy of the weather is something everyone can relate to. Perhaps if people think of depression in terms of weather — persistent, heavy rain (like our current weather!) — and relief like “mental umbrellas”, it might make people think twice before quickly dismissing the complex emotions that some people face as ones they’ll never feel and help those who are more ‘weather-sensitive’ to weather their storms.

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  7. John Legend – Show Me

    January 20, 2011 by Gail

    Imagery takes different forms across many disciples, not just photography, so I delve into music, music videos, theatre, and film for inspiration. I stumbled upon this video by accident while looking at something else* and it struck me with its imagery, story, lyrics, the way Legend sings it** in partial falsetto, and the world the boy lives in, with Legend present but invisible. There’s so much going on in this video I had to watch it a number of times. In one pass I thought about religion, another pass showed its political side, childhood was another theme, along with poverty, and also beauty… my favourite scene shows young boys jumping carefree off a dock in the sunset and it’s amazing. Do catch the very end.

    I’m not a big John Legend fan, but this is a departure from his usual swagger and cavorting with scantily-clad ladies. This video questions God, life, and the future of living in a third-world country. It also makes me want to travel and see that world in person.

    * Swedish band Bo Kasper Orkester’s videos
    **my mind separates his voice and the instruments, almost like he’s singing in a capella and the music is added later

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  8. Tipping In Canada vs. USA

    December 14, 2010 by Gail

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    I receive a monthly newsletter from a corporate travel agency, and this piece in the December edition caught my eye. I found it amusing that the Canadian section is quite brief, while the American section is much longer and very specific. Granted, this is a corporate rather than consumer focus, so the tips are for business people on company money. (I don’t know why the Canadian part left out suggestions for taxis and such. They probably assume that Canadians know how to tip in Canada, but then why have a Canadian section at all?)

    Here’s the copy-and-paste from the newsletter:

    Tipping Guidelines When Travelling

    For business travellers, tipping can be confusing. How much is not enough? How much is too much?

    A golden rule: Reward good service and don’t feel pressured into rewarding bad service. And remember that a dollar or two might not be a big deal to you, but to your server or maid, it could really make a difference to their family.

    How To Tip.

    Canada

    At hotels, a suitable tip for the valet is $5; bellmen, $1-2 per bag; maids, $1-2 per day. If you’re ordering room service, find out if a tip is included in the cost of the room service. If it is, you don’t need to tip, but if not, then 15 per cent is an acceptable amount. It’s not necessary to tip the concierge, but if you’re happy with the service then a small amount at the end of your stay is welcome.

    United States

    In the U.S., tipping rates are slightly higher than in Canada – 20 per cent at sit-down restaurants (25 per cent for bigger groups), 20 per cent on large bar tabs, $1 per drink or $2 if your drink is one of those $15 martinis. At Starbucks or a cashier-service restaurant: $1 or pocket change in the tip jar on the counter. At takeout restaurants, gift the hostess between $2 and $5. A good rule for cabs is $2 for a $5-ride; $3 for a $10-ride; and 20 per cent for everything else. You get extra points for tipping cash when you pay by credit card. At hotels, tip the valet $2-$5; bellmen, $5 for a bag or two and more than $10 if he’s carrying an entire cart of your luggage. The maids should get $5-$10 a night (depending on how expensive your hotel is). For hotel room service: 15-20 per cent of the bill. Don’t forget the concierge – $5 for information; $10 for scoring you reservations or arrangements of any kind.

    Why the difference?

    The simple answer is that our service sector wages are generally higher, or to put it another way, the American minimum wage is lower, depending on how you view the comparison. In Canada we pay more and tip less, in the USA they pay less and tip more. The lower minimum wage in the USA has bred a tipping culture that either makes us look stingy when we’re down in the States or makes the Americans look generous up here. Where you grew up shapes your expectations of service and what you’re willing to pay for it.

    As for me, I am a DIY, self-serve kind of consumer. It’s a major reason why you won’t find me on a cruise ship. I rarely stay in hotels. I’d cut my own hair if I could. I’ll take transit or walk before I’ll hail a cab. I book my own travel, carry my own bags, fuel my own car, and prefer not to have service or be forced to pay for it if I don’t want it. If every restaurant was self-serve, like eating at IKEA or Panera Bread, I’d be happy. I don’t like being served because it makes me feel lazy, and I prefer not to have my conversations interrupted. Tipping is something I’m resigned to doing at restaurants, but I will tip in any service situation when I feel it’s been earned (hairdresser, taxi, etc.).

    That said, I know there are lots of people who enjoy being served, whether it’s fine dining or a regular restaurant meal. And sure, maybe if I’m a wobbly senior citizen I would be pleased to have someone help me versus the likelihood of dropping my food. At any rate, if I were a higher-maintenance person, I’d be pro-service environment and should tip accordingly.

    I’m all for service providers working extra hard for tips (I’m grateful when wedding clients tip me for going above and beyond the call of duty), but I think people should be obliged to tip only when it’s warranted. This is where it gets complicated…

    There is the touchy subject of illegal workers in the U.S. who the government refuses to acknowledge until they have to — immigration law reform, anyone? always an issue when the economy is in decline — but turn a blind eye to because it gives them a “free” labour force. Sure, the workers don’t pay taxes but the risks are high: these people have no protection from exploitation or abuse. There are no statistics on them because they’re not supposed to be working, yet they do, because they work for people who get away with not paying them properly and work for tips to survive.

    It gets even more complicated because the perception of many Americans is that these illegal workers are taking jobs away from the citizenship-holding public. I’ve heard this in other countries, too, and it couldn’t be further from the truth.

    But back to tipping… it’s very arbitrarily-applied, anyway — does anyone tip their mechanic? Or the librarian? Or the butcher? Or the ice cream vendor?

    Do we really need that much service, anyway? Couldn’t we pay people more for the service that’s provided (i.e., better base wages) than make them rely on tips? We don’t need a tipping culture to receive good service — much of Europe, Australia, and New Zealand doesn’t tip and there’s plenty of good service. Mind you, people will argue that’s not the case…

    There is the argument that we put people out of work if we cut back on service. States such as Oregon and New Jersey only have full-service gas stations (though they state safety rather than employment reasons), where the rest of the USA and all of Canada have both self- and full-serve, although full-service stations are becoming extinct outside of NJ and OR. But we don’t NEED full-service stations, so why am I forced to use them, NJ and OR? The pay-at-the-pump options have reduced drive-offs. I’m sure we can create better jobs for people — let’s work on that, instead!

    Are you a big tipper? Do you subscribe to the guidelines in the article above? Do you stick to suggested percentages or make your own? Do you tip even when your service was mediocre?

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  9. Paintballs? Pigballs? Pinballs?

    December 12, 2010 by Gail

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    Now I don’t even remember what these were actually called, after mishearing it all evening. They were filled with chocolate and cake — either chocolate cake with chocolate or white cake with white chocolate. Whatever they were called, they were a holiday in the mouth. This is just a teeny tiny sampling of the copious amounts of food at my former neighbour’s housewarming. I arrived shortly after 8pm and grazed during conversation until 1:30am… that’s a LOT of eating!

    I didn’t know a soul apart from my hosts, and I find myself still struggling at parties and other social events, years later, with explaining why I ended up in Toronto. Sometimes I’m able to deflect the questions and sometimes I just come out and say it. It depends on who I’m talking to and how I think they’ll react. It happens at weddings I shoot, meetings, casual conversation. I remember someone saying after David died that the more I said it, the more I would get used to it and it would become easier. I also remember thinking if it wasn’t said over the internet I wanted to punch that guy in the face. No man, it doesn’t get easier, I am just less inclined to waste energy over being angry and would rather let life teach you the lessons than put you in your place. At first I was taken aback by my own anger, but in the end I let myself be angry because it fuelled the fire to do other things. And it reminded me that I was a human being entitled to my full range of emotions.

    I was one of the last ones to leave the party (in contrast to my early exit at the company function on Thursday night), and noticed a woman staggering along the street in the darkness. I didn’t know if she was drunk or high or both, but it was cold and nearly 2am. I passed her in my car and got to the intersection. Behind me was another person from the party, who also saw her but he continued on his way. I tried to look where she was going, but had to get out of the intersection so I turned around and found her again, rolled down the window, asking her if I could help. She wanted to go home, and I offered to drive her, although I didn’t know where she lived.

    “You shouldn’t pick up strangers,” she said to me in a tone that made me wonder whether I’d done something very stupid.

    “I pick and choose who I help.” I paused. “You shouldn’t be getting in cars with strangers.”

    “You’re right, but I pick and choose, too.”

    As it turned out, she didn’t live far away and we arrived within a few minutes. She was very drunk, but at least she could tell me where she lived and how to get there. She was also profusely grateful. I waited until I could see her inside the front door of her apartment building and drove home, wondering how she would’ve gotten home otherwise. She was weaving on a sidestreet, going in several directions, banging into bins and risking getting run over.

    I don’t want to be a part of a society that chooses to ignore people, even those who endanger themselves. We don’t know what people have been through in life to reach that point. I know that major life events can lead to forms of self-destruction, and I’ve faced that demon myself. People have helped me in those times, and now it’s my turn to help someone else.

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  10. Waiting For Superman

    December 8, 2010 by Gail

    I wish I had more time to write a proper review, but I’m working through a backlog of editing and will instead post the trailer as a placeholder for all the other things I want to write on the subjects of education, unions, government bureaucracy, and economic divisions. Check out the trailer and visit the official site below:

    http://www.waitingforsuperman.com/

    Even though I’ve got piles of editing to do, as soon as I found out earlier today that Waiting For Superman was playing at my neighbourhood repertory cinema, I knew I had to put everything aside to see it. It’s what I call a “linger film”, a movie that sticks in my brain long after I’ve watched it. I was completely engaged through all 102 minutes of the film (plus the credits), and the ending is every bit as dramatic as a fiction feature film. I guarantee Waiting For Superman will move you, even if you’re neither American (I’m not) nor familiar with the American public school system.

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