Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Lantic Sugar
This summer, speaking to Sophie, I said, "you know, I'm tired of telling people I meet casually about my job. I think I may start telling them I'm a janitor or something just to avoid having the same conversation in which they ask probing questions and expect me to have all of the answers to the ills in Inuit society."
Sophie responded, "yeah, why don't I just start saying 'You know Lantic Sugar? Yeah, well, I push a broom there.'?"
Upon further review, we thought that that might be condescending to janitors to say that we did their shitty job. I've had a job or two which I was somewhat ashamed to do, but I worked alongside guys who did it for their primary income, and reasonably happily too. So, we opted for accountant instead. It's a reasonably respected position, and, more importantly, nobody talks to accountants about their jobs, right? We would be free from the typical Northern depressing discussion that revolves around social problems and isolation.
Of course, I never actually worked up the courage to tell someone that I was an an accountant or a janitor. Sophie, for her part, was offered a gig cleaning toilets and chalkboards at the school, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It's really a tough job.
However, I have found it very difficult to write about my experience this year thus far. I will try not to be pessimistic and discouraged like I became last year. I want to write about the good and exciting things happening up here. Of course, painting an idyllic village picture would not be fair either. However, so far, there have been some notably pleasant things happening.
I hope I will overcome my writer's funk and be able to... well, write. Even that was hard.
James.
Sophie responded, "yeah, why don't I just start saying 'You know Lantic Sugar? Yeah, well, I push a broom there.'?"
Upon further review, we thought that that might be condescending to janitors to say that we did their shitty job. I've had a job or two which I was somewhat ashamed to do, but I worked alongside guys who did it for their primary income, and reasonably happily too. So, we opted for accountant instead. It's a reasonably respected position, and, more importantly, nobody talks to accountants about their jobs, right? We would be free from the typical Northern depressing discussion that revolves around social problems and isolation.
Of course, I never actually worked up the courage to tell someone that I was an an accountant or a janitor. Sophie, for her part, was offered a gig cleaning toilets and chalkboards at the school, but couldn't bring herself to do it. It's really a tough job.
However, I have found it very difficult to write about my experience this year thus far. I will try not to be pessimistic and discouraged like I became last year. I want to write about the good and exciting things happening up here. Of course, painting an idyllic village picture would not be fair either. However, so far, there have been some notably pleasant things happening.
I hope I will overcome my writer's funk and be able to... well, write. Even that was hard.
James.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Noah Walks
I wanted to make a bunch of videos this summer showing Noah's progression to his first birthday, but I left my camera in the pocket of my Parka. Sorry, no Nicaragua, Alberta, or Montreal. We do, however, have this:
I'll write something soon.
I'll write something soon.
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