Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Driving with Dad.

Its been a while since I have driven in a snowstorm, having spent the last few winters in the Caribbean on a working vacation. 

Faced with the first snowfall of the season, I feel ill-equipped in my bright yellow VW Beetle, (who I have appropriately named Sunny), with no winter tires or snow-brush. After using my mitt-less hand to brush the snow off Sunny's back, I make it out of the back alley onto to the main road, cautiously maneuvering through the snow. At the first red light, I panic at the idea of having to stop on the unfamiliarly icy street. But memory kicks in and I pull Sunny up out of the grooves of the road onto the snow to stop. It worked: the traction on the snow is greater than on the icy road.
It was a trick my dad had once taught me.
I learned to drive in my parents 1989 Mercury Sable, Dad was my teacher. My very first driving lesson had nothing to do with actually driving, but punctuality. He was a believer in always being early (or at the very least on time) for everything. He told me that it was important to always allow plenty of time to get somewhere, to never be rushing when on the road. He taught me to factor in time in case there was a train, or if I had the misfortune of catching every single red light. When he would pick up my brothers and I up from our (many) activities, he would give a time that he would be there, and if we were more than three minutes late, (his only acceptable variance of time) he left without us. It only took one 10 block walk home from swimming lessons with wet hair in the freezing Winnipeg winter to learn that lesson.
He and I had quite the history in that Sable. When I was just five years old, Dad and I took the train from Saskatoon to Ottawa to buy the car from my grandparents and we drove it all the way back, across the country, just the two of us. At the time I thought it was so cool getting to miss a week of school to go on a road-trip just me and Dad, while my brothers were stuck at home. On the road, we had bubble gum blowing contests and played endless games of hangman & 20 questions. We ate at roadside diners, and he had no aversions to letting me order spaghetti and a rootbeer float for breakfast. He was the coolest.
The light turns from red to green, and I shift Sunny from neutral into first gear, popping the clutch is second nature to me now...
It was another snowy Winnipeg day when I learnt to drive a stick shift, I was 18. Dad and I were car shopping; he drove the car off the lot and on a nearby residential street, he taught me how to operate the manual transmission. He explained how to maneuver the pedals like an accordion, finding that exact balance, the "tipping point" he called it, that would get the car going. It took me numerous attempts, I finally got it when I wasn’t expecting and the car roared up and away… straight into a snow bank. As we were digging and pushing the car out of the snow, he couldn’t stop smiling and encouraging me that I had finally gotten it!
The snow falling outside is of the fluffy and romantic kind that makes me think of my ghosts of Christmases past and Jolly Old Saint Nick.
I was eight, and the whole family was piled into the Sable on Christmas Eve, Dad driving us all to my great aunt’s place on the other side of town. We we already running late and halfway there when I realized that we had forgotten to leave cookies and milk out for Santa Claus. I insisted that we needed to turn around and go all the way home; only to turn around and come all the way back. He reluctantly obliged, but halfway home, he lost it. He turned around to the backseat and said, “Rachelle, there is no Santa Claus, no Easter bunny and there is no Tooth Fairy!!” It was a big moment in my life. He taught me that adults, will lie in the attempt of sugar coating the world to a child. This was a big lesson at eight years old.
Sunny and I make our way through the snowy downtown streets, and in the dark or morning, I notice that the Christmas lights are up at the intersection of Portage & Main and I smile. My dad had spent his career working o the 31st floor of one of these high rises there on the windest corner in the world, as a financial broker.
Following the Santa Claus fiasco of 1991, dad apologized profusely for the harsh lesson I learnt too soon. He did this every single Christmas up until I was 22 years, which would be his last. He died of a rapid acting, rare cancer shortly after the holidays. The holiday lesson I learned that time around was of true heartbreak. In death, he was somehow able to see the positive: he cherished those final months, when we just talked and talked, like we did on the many road trips he and I had taken across the country, in between Double Bubble blowing. The cancer gave us the time to say all the things we wanted to say. He reminded us to be thankful for that gift of time, albeit it wasn’t much.

All the lessons he had taught me on those long drives, those were what I needed to take from his death: to live a full and wonderful life pursuing my passion; to always stand up for what I believe in; and to most importantly to be my most authentic self.

I had just never thought that I would have it to put lessons in place without him there to guide me.
I pull into the parking lot at school, and Sunny and I get stuck in a deep, sticky snow drift. Luckily there is a man in a big 4 x 4 truck who pulls up offering me a hand. He is wearing Sorel boots and big mitts, fully prepared to dig me out of the snow. It's as though he’s been driving around just to help those of us unprepared.

I remember my dad and brothers doing the same after a blizzard, friendly Manitobans in their finest moment.
With a couple of strong pushes from the good Samaritan, I manage to park Sunny, and I head to school. I walk into class with a sigh of relief, 8:53 am. Heck, I even have a couple of minutes to spare. I hear dad’s voiice,
“Now aren’t you happy you gave yourself plenty of time?”
Yes Dad, you taught me well

Taylor's Cookies & Milk
-2 freshly baked chocolate chip cookies (cut into quarters)
-2 scoops vanilla ice cream
-2 oz Bailey Irish Cream

-In a bowl add 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream, and pour the baileys on top.
-Top with fresh baked cookies.

Leave next to your fireplace on Christmas Eve for St-Nick.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Cocktails & Dreams

Time flies when you are having fun. Time also flies when you are constantly working under deadline, doing streeters in the freezing cold, and losing sleep over the fear of auto-failing. As the first semester of CreComm is coming to a close, I cannot help but reflect on what has been an incredible and challenging few months, it's been a true learning experience. I not only have a basic knowledge of the CreComm areas of study, but I can see myself becoming a better writer, and most surprisingly in this short period of time, I have learnt so much about myself. I guess you discover all that you are capable of when put under extreme pressure.

Everyone I talk to from back “home” (Cayman) is surprised at how much I am enjoying the whole student experience. I guess they thought I would have called it quits and come back to the island after my first F (for not capitalizing blue bomber) in journalism, or at least after the first day the temperature dropped to -20˚. I can’t blame them…I thought so too.

I remember the Public Relations class when started blogging. I decided on the Cocktails & Dreams portion of the title as a reference to the 80’s movie Cocktail. I thought there were some similarities in the movie to my life, as Tom Cruise spent a few years bartending in the Caribbean to make some coin before coming back home to pursue his dreams. I didn’t meet a sugar-daddy while on-island or knock-up Elizabeth Shue, and my dream was pursuring a creative career...but still. The youngin’ sitting next to me looked over at my screen and asked, “What’s with your title? Cocktails and Dreams? I don’t get it….” I guess it may be a little before his time.

Chap-man, this stellar video clip of one of the greatest bartending movies of all time is for you! Your star-burns and yellow sweater have made this first semester of CreComm sunnier ;)

Bloggers, thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more cocktails & dreams.

Here is the recipe for a Red-Eye, the hangover-cure that Doug Coughlin (played by Aussie Bryan Brown) taught a young Cruise at the start of his bartending career.

-1 can/bottle beer
-1/2 cup of tomato juice (refrigerated)
-1 egg

-Pour tomato juice into a frosted beer glass, over the tomato juice, pour in cold beer. Crack the egg and add contents into glass. Do NOT stir.

Happy holiday hangovers!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A Review of The New Yorker story: The Yellow

As part of my creative writing course, I have read quite a few stories in The New Yorker, which is now one of my favorite magazines. The Yellow written by Samantha Hunt, author of The Invention of Everything Else (2009,) is a fictional short story published in the November 29 issue.

Roy suffers from a mid-life crisis of sorts, after he and his wife break up and he is living in his parents basement
at 42 years old. While his parents are away for the weekend, he has a mild breakdown: he first paints his room a bright yellow, and when that isn't enough, he goes on a drive to clear his head. Distracted in an attempt to find a good song on the radio, Roy hits a dog on the road, killing it. Roy takes the dead dog to the house it came from, a lonely housewife answers the door, and in an emotional moment, things get a little bit spicy between the two.

I quite enjoyed the story that has brilliant pacing and description. The hookup between Roy and the housewife was a well-written love scene, giving the reader just even juicy details to get a bit fired up, but not going into the realms of soft-core.

The twist at the end (not to worry, I will not spoil it for you, bloggers) leaves the reader shocked and wanting more.

Give it a read!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

30 days of Christmas yogi-style

Maybe it's the cold weather, all the snow, or the sun setting at 4 in the afternoon... but I'm in a bit of a slump these days. A classic case of the winter-blues.

Not one to sit around and let this get the best of me, I am going to do something about it. I have just decided that today is going to day 1 of my personal 30-day yoga challenge. 30 classes in 30 days, ending on Christmas Eve. It'll be tough to do with school, finals, work, and general holiday insanity. But it I know it will be a great thing for my body, mind, and spirit...just what I need! To all my yogini's: grab a friend and get out there, do some yoga (to my fellow canucks, I recommend the hot variety to de-thaw,) because yoga, like cocktails, is best when shared with friends!!

A classic warm treat for those in need.... Brrrrr!

B-52 Coffee
.5oz Bailey's
.5oz Grand Marnier
.5oz Kaluah
-whipped cream
-chocolate shavings

add booze and coffee into a mug, top with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.
cuddle up with a special someone to stay warm
this winter. xo

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Wolves Among Sheep

On Monday, November 8th, I attended a James Kostelniuk's reading, he wrote Wolves Among Sheep: The True Story of Murder in a Jehovah's Witness Community. The reading took place at JobWorks, an adult education center where my aunt teaches a grade 12 english class. Kostelniuk read passages from his heart-wrenching book, a non-ficton tale written on his own terrifying experience: his ex-wife, Kim Anderson and their two children were murdered by her second husband, Jeff Anderson.

Aside from reading a couple of passages, he didn't talk too much about the book at the reading, but more about his own coming to terms with the tragedy, his correspondance with Anderson in jail, and how the book helped him heal. Anderson is up for parole this year, and Kostelniuk spoke of his stuggle with the Canadian legal system, that had a maxiumum "life" sentence of only 25 years, no matter how heinous the crime.

The students in the class, who had read the book, could not wrap their head around how Kostelniuk was able to correspond with the man who brutally murdered his children. Their questions to him and the discussions that followed made it clear that the students themselves had lives through some tough times.

Being the optimist that I try to be, I attempted of course to try to find a positive amist the horrific tradgedy. Twenty years ago, Kostelniuk was a bus driver for Winnipeg Transit, today he is an accomplished authour and a journalist for the Steinbach newspaper, and has pursured his passion for writing. Of course he wished things weren't this way and that somehow he could have been an accomplished writer as well as a father.

The reading was quite emotional, and it was truly heartwrenching to hear this man's story, and see how far he has come in the healing process.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Chicks Edition of Dating Don'ts.

Due to overewhelming response from guys who feel they aren't the only ones to blame for terrible first dates, and in the interest of gender equality, here are some dating don'ts for the ladies.

You may wonder how a single 27-year old woman is qualified to give such advice: 4 out of 5 ex-boyfriends polled agree that I am indeed a great first date!! I also collaborated with some of my male friends to figure out what us chicas need not do in order to be a great first date.

Don't get ahead of yourself - It is a natural female thing to do: you meet a cute/smart/funny guy, he asks you out, and the next thing you know, you're light years ahead of yourself. It starts out innocently enough; thinking about what he might like to eat for breakfast so that you can stock your fridge, just in case. And then your thoughts wander to what your wedding will be like and how cute your children will be (you hope they get his nose but don't inherit this hairline). As much as having a positive outlook for the new prospective relationship can be a good thing, try to stay in the moment (aka reality). That way if it doesn't work out between you two, it won't be a massive let-down.

Don't be crazy- This is an elaboration on the former. Don't say anything like "you are the perfect guy to father my kids, I am ready for this if you are." "We are perfect for each other, this is it, I can feel it... can't you?" It's a first date!! Take a breath, and relax. Be laid back and just enjoy, don't set your expectations too high (of him or the date.)

Don't be self-conscious- We all have things that we don't like about ourselves: small boobs, growing waistline, gangly hands... whatever. Dress to play up your best assets, and do your best to not mention those things you happen to not like. Comments like: "I am fat/ugly/stupid" are a definite no no, and when he compliments you on your fabulousness, accept the compliment, smile and say: "Thank you." In other words, just be cool. If you aren't cool, fake it.

Don't be desperate- You haven't been on a date in months, you've been searching for your prince charming forever, and now you are just so excited that may have found him. If it doesn't work out with this one, you don't know what you will do!! The thought of spending one more Saturday night alone at home watching terrible J-Lo/Mcconaughey RomComs with a large pizza and a tub of ice cream depresses you to no end. When you are desperate, you send out a sub-conscious vibe of desperation that men can pick up on. They will be less attracted to you, even if they cannot actually pinpoint why. Don't put tons of pressure on yourself for the date to work out. Be confident, and know that J-Lo, Matt, 'zza and Ben & Jerry's are much better companions than the wrong guy.

Don't text/bbm/talk on your phone - This is a repeat, that again, should just be common sense, but sadly isn't. Don't constantly be on your phone, or take a phone call while out with a guy. It's just plain rude, and he'll feel like you may be talking/texting about him, which you probably are. If you are dying to tell your bff how amazing/horrible the date is going, wait till he hits up the men's room, send her a quick text, and put your phone away.

Don't order "just a salad & a water" or talk about your latest diet - this goes with the whole self-conscious thing. A girl who is insecure about her weight is a big turn off. All the guys I talked to agreed that they prefer to date a girl that has a little meat on her, that they can enjoy a cheeseburger with. You may be working towards your fitness goals and watching your diet, and that's awesome, but date night is a time to relax and enjoy. So save the diet-talk, and order a real meal and a glass of wine.... live a little!!

Don't expect him to pay. If he offers, let him. - In this modern world of gender equality, some things have gotten all mixed up when it comes to picking up the check. Here is the protocol (every guy I talked to about this one agreed on this). When the check comes, reach for the bill (a gesture that shows that you are willing to pay for your portion, which you should always have $$ for, just in case). If (and when) he grabs the bill and pulls it over to his side of the table, that's it, you've done your part. Don't argue with him over it, or pay the bill behind his back. You paying the bill on date 1 will emasculate him, or worse, have him think he can take advantage of your generosity in the future. Later on in a relationship, you can take turns treating each other, but even though we are in the 21st century, the bill on the first date is the guy's responsibility.

Don't initiate the first kiss - this again goes with dating standards that should remain old-school. If you think things went well, lean in for a kiss, but don't go all the way, if he's into you, he'll pick up on your vibe and plant one on ya!

Don't put out- This again should be obvious in my opinion, but some women just don't get it. If you actually like a guy and he is relationship material, don't have sex with him on the first date. He will lose a little respect for you (even if he would never admit it), and well, in the dating game, if you go "all the way" right away... that's it, you've played all your cards, given him the upper hand and are left a little powerless. Don't get me wrong, if he's hot, and are looking for nothing more than a free dinner and a shag, put out. If you like him, be patient and make him wait a little for the goods, trust me, he will. You'll have plenty of time to ravage each other once the time is right.

After all this, I am sure you use a stiff drink, I know I sure could!

First Kiss

-2oz Orange Vodka
-soda water
-splash cranberry juice
-lime wedge

-mix all ingredients into a rocks glass full of ice.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Dating Don'ts for Guys

When I moved back to "the real world" from my island paradise six months ago, I decided that I was going to keep my focus on school, work and myself. A relationship being the last thing I needed, I decided not to date. I have been good so far, but it's getting cold outside, and well, I cannot help but think it'd be nice to find someone to hibernate with for the winter. For this reason, I went against my original plan went on a couple of dates.

What happened?? I decided to write some first date DON'Ts for guys out there, clearly, my help is needed.

Yes, they were that bad!

Don't ask a her where she'd like to go, and then tell her that the one place she picked is off-limits, because you are avoiding some people who will be there. This is a terrible way to start off a date. Take her where she wants to go, plain and simple. Also, this reason leaves her wondering "why is he avoiding people? this guy must be scketchy!" If she has no preference to where to go, be decisive and pick somewhere. Don't say "well…. ummmm…. I dunno, wherever you want. I don't care." Care. Take her somewhere cozy where you can have a conversation. Looking for something more lively? Then go to a nice bar that has a coat check. You will feel like a tool when her favourite blazer has been stolen off the back of her chair.

Don't go overboard with compliments. You're out with a girl: she's looking good, she's funny, smart and you're fascinated by her... So you keep telling her how amazing/witty/funny/cute/smart/awesome she is. Although giving an appropriate compliment or two is a good thing; hanging on to a girls every word and following her every statement with a "you are SO awesome" "are you always this cool?" "you're so great!" will just turn a girl off. Completely.

Don't text/bbm- This should be common sense, but sadly, too many guys cannot seem to put away their BlackBerry for a couple of hours and enjoy some face-2-face time. There is nothing more annoying than competing for your attention with a smartphone. Leave your phone at home to give your date your full and undivided attention, she deserves it.

Don't obsess over your "flaws"- Sure, maybe your car is a jalopy, or the moustache you're growing for Movember is horrendous, or you have a crappy job and make no money. These are things that most women will be willing to overlook if they like you. But if you keep on bringing it up and constantly reminding her about the negative things, she is much more likely to care about something she had been willing to overlook originally. Be yourself, be confident (not cocky), and honest. If she likes you, she won't care about what kind of car you drive, or your horrendous sweater.

Don't talk about your ex-girlfriend- Just don't do it. your date doesn't need to hear about how what a "crazy heart-breaking bitch"" your last lover was . Not only is it totally tacky, but hearing you bad-mouthing your ex makes girls wonder what you'd say about her if things don't work out.

Don't flirt with your server- Even if things aren't going well with your date and your attractive server seems like a better option, don't try to pick her up. First of all, servers are getting hit on constantly the last thing is she needs is yet another sleezeball asking her what her tattoos signify and what her astrological sign is. When you are on a date and you flirt with your server, she immediately thinks you're a douche. Secondly, it is terrible for your dates self esteem

Don't lie- Again, something that should be common sense, but sadly isn't. What if one day you end up falling for this girl? How are you going to tell her that you actually rent your apartment (you thought being a condo-owner sounded better), and that you aren't 26, but actually pushing 30? Be honest from the start to avoid awkward, uncomfortable conversations later.

It is safe to say that after just a few weeks back in the wonder world of dating, I am withdrawing from it once again. *sigh* It's going to be a cold winter!!!

Our cocktail this week is dedicated to my Cayman friends celebrating Pirates week. Sail away with the Captain's simple and delicious concoction


2oz Capt Morgan Spiced Rum
-Ginger ale

-Lime wedge

-Mix Rum, and equal parts coke and ginger ale in a glass filled with ice. Squeeze in lime wedge. Sail Away!!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Love & Basketball

My relationship with Basketball has been one of the longest and most significant relationships of my life. It started when I was just nine years old. My father was a total jock and he coached the majority of my teams. When he wasn't able to coach because my French school division did not allow the non-French to to coach the school athletic teams, he was in the stands for every game. He would keep track of the game's stats as well as key plays, that we discussed over slur-pees on the drive home. When my time as a player was done, I followed in his footsteps and coached a 14 - 17 year old girls team. He taught me the skills to be a good coach, and our team won two back-to-back Championship titles in the WMBA's spring league. He was again in the stands every game.

Five years ago my father died of a rare and fast-acting Cancer. My relationship with the sport inevitably changed. At first, I simply neglected it; busying myself with travel, friends, and life in general. I tried to ignore that that part of me had ever existed. I did some incredible things and saw some breathtaking places, but no matter how faraway I got from the Canadian prairie, Basketball somehow managed to find me.

In Southern Bolivia, just outside of the worlds' largest salt-flat desert, our travel group stayed in a hotel made entirely of salt, aseemingly unlikely place for a basketball court. But just steps behind our hotel, in the middle of nowhere, there it was. It had found me. I couldn't believe my eyes, my heart soard when I proceeded to beat two young Australian men at a game of around the world. It was a proud moment, I could feel my dad smiling down on me.

About a week ago, I faced my lost love at Red River College's Notre Dame campus. I covered the Rebel Women's basketball game for the school news paper, the Projector. Upon entering the gym, the sound of the squeeking shoes on the court, the bouncing leather balls, I realized that this was going to be hard. I couldn't help but notice the fathers sitting next to me in the stands cheering on their daughters. I

didn't realize that being around it would hurt so much.

My heart ached for the days of boxing-out under the boards and sinking free-throws, and for my proud father cheering me on from the bench.

The story I wrote for the Projector was published today, in the full color feature section. The photo I took from the men's game made the cover of the paper.

My proud father is smiling down on me today from the bench once again.

Basketball Jones

-2oz Jack Doniels


-In a rock glass full of ice, pour in Tom's two favorite things over ice. Stir and enjoy!


Friday, October 29, 2010

Maddin's Mythical Winnipeg

At Stella's cafe near his Osborne Village apartment, the self-deprecating Guy Maddin wears a wrinkled shirt and khaki pants, his hair is a mess. In between bites of what he deems "the best carrot cake in the city," the Winnipeg filmmaker speaks of his mythic childhood, being a university teacher, and his relationship with the city he cannot seem to escape.

In 1962, on the day that Marilyn Monroe died, the girlfriend of Maddin's eldest brother was killed in a car crash. His brother took his own life on her grave shortly thereafter. Maddin was 6 years old. He was told by his parents that his brother had died to be with the girl that he loved, and they were to be married in Heaven. Maddin remembers it sounded like a fairy-tale, too young to fully understand.

Maddin manages to make the tragedies, the comedies, and the trippy moments of his life sound mythical. He has incredible stories to tell, and he could go on for days telling them. He is an enchanting story-teller, each story more fascinating than the next. His career as a filmmaker blossomed as a result.

Maddin's unique signature style of film is very artistic; it mirrors early melodramas and silent films. He has written and directed 38 short and feature films, and is perhaps best known for My Winnipeg, a fantastical telling of his childhood. The film won Best Canadian Feature Award at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2007.

"If you look at his films, one would think that you were going to meet some effeminate fellow wearing a scarf with a questionable handshake," Jason Patric, an American actor starring in Maddin's latest film, Keyhole, said via phone. Keyhole is an auto-biographical tale, loosely based on Homer's The Odyssey. It stars Patric alongside Isabella Rossilini, and will be released in early 2011.

When he did meet Maddin, Patric was surprised at the range of Maddin's expertise that goes far beyond his catalogue of film knowledge and avant-garde visual sense. “He also has a love for sports. It's very rare that you can have a fans conversation about the Yankees that, in between beers, turns to German expressionist films. He is quite unique." Patric adds, "I just don't understand what he is still doing in Winnipeg."

Maddin has filmed all but one of his movies here in his hometown, and has an interesting relationship with the city. In Maddin’s narration of My Winnipeg, he says: "I need to get out of here, I must leave it now. After a lifetime of many botched attempts, this time I am leaving for good." Why then, years later, is he still here? Maddin seems incapable of straying too far from the city that he calls “a mother,” comparing it to an enabling parent.

Three years ago, after filming My Winnipeg, Maddin flirted with the idea of permanently moving to Toronto. He met with the dean of the film department at the University of Manitoba, where he had been teaching on and off for close to a decade. "I asked for (an obscene amount of money) to stay in Winnipeg, thinking he would never accept. To my chagrin, the dean didn't even blink," Maddin says.

And just like that, he'd condemned himself to the city he'd always dreamed of escaping.

He calls himself a "Winnipeg jet-setter": spending summers at his cabin in Gimli, autumns teaching in Winnipeg, and the rest of the year he splits his time between Toronto, where his daughter and grand daughter live, Los Angeles, New York and Paris.

Film students at the University of Manitoba are benefitting from Maddin's entrapment and have the opportunity to learn from one the most original filmmakers of our time. Maddin teaches two classes in the fall semester: Sex and Censorship on the Silver Screen, and Film Enchanté - Out of the Nursery into the Night, a course designed by Maddin himself. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have the job, but it's the greatest job ever, I have to keep telling myself that."

"When it is going well, it feels good, like maybe you're doing for some young people what my friend and former teacher George Toles did for me 30 years ago. Infecting them with the bug: curiosity and an avid enthusiasm for watching more," Maddin adds.

He did just that for Evan Johnson, a good friend and former student of Maddin's, "he's really funny as a professor. He doesn't need to put any effort into the class. You just get to sit and bask in his refined taste. Learning happens through osmosis." Johnson is Maddin's current writing collaborator, the duo are working on a series of short 1920-style short films.

Johnson doesn't seem to think Maddin is going anywhere, saying "he could never fully leave here. His art is mythologizing his childhood and this place.”

Maddin, however, remains hopeful, “I would like to film in New York or Paris. I don't know what I am waiting for, maybe I should just go do it already. I should do myself a favour and just do it already."

A Guy's Guy Caesar
-2oz vodka
-Motts clamato (extra spicy)
-3 dashes each of worchesterchire & tabasco
-celery salt
-salt & pepper

  • In a celery-salt rimmed glass, filled with ice, pour in vodka, clamato, the worcherterchire and toabasco
  • stir and top with s & p, garnish with olives.

"Good melodrama is the truth inhibited" - Guy Maddin

***photo from NationalPost.com

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Full Moon

I don't think I have ever thought that Winnipeg is a cool city. A cold city, yes, but definitely not a cool one... It must have been a full moon last night, because the city was enchanting....

I spent the majority of my precious weekend hours working a journalism assignment. Me and a couple of gals, including my fellow CreComm-er Hannah, decided that we needed to squeeze in at least a few hours of fun before Monday morning crept up on us.

We didn't head out until after midnight, and we ended up at a movie wrap-party that was happening in a massive studio apartment in the on the top floor of an old character building in Winnipeg's Exchange District (just down the street from my school, it is fast becoming my favourite part of the city.) A DJ was spinning amazing music on vinyl records, we danced for hours on end under red blue and green lazers that were coming from all corners of the room. Epic.

Out on the fifth floor fire escape to get some air, the view of the city was enchanting, the full moon gleamed over the historic buildings of the sleeping city. It was trippy and beautiful.

here is the quick and easy recipe Taylor made cocktail to make in a pinch!

-pour Blueberry Vodka and RockStar energy drink into a random coffee cup. Try to get your hands on some ice, and add as many cubes as you can. Give it a quick stir with your pinky finger, et Voila! You are ready to dance the night away! Cheers!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"Facebook Me!"

For my Public Relations class, I had to watch The Social Network (aka the Facebook story), starring Jesse Eisenburg, Justin Timberlake, and a smoking-hot Andrew Garfield. Have I mentioned how much I love CreComm?? lol.

The movie starts with Zuckerburg getting dumped by his girlfriend for being a pompous ass. A post break-up night of drunken blogging and programming begins a series of events that ends with Zuckerburg being the founder and CEO of the largest social-networking site ever, making him the youngest billionaire ever. The movie goes though the story of how he came to be, in 2 separate lawsuits against him, being sued for a total of over 600 million dollars. The movie ends with Zuckerburg having lost his best (and only true) friend, Eduardo Saverin, and hundreds of millions of dollars (although the total isn’t specified), sitting at his computer, awaiting the Facebook friend confirmation of the girl who broke his heart in the beginning.

Jesse Eisenburg did a great job of portraying Zuckerburg as a socially awkward computer genius. Aside from his billionaire-status, I didn’t know very much about the Zuckerburg story, and if I were to draw my conclusion solely from the movie, I would say he isn’t exactly the greatest guy. In the movie, he screws over Savourin, his best friend, pushing him out of the company he helped create. There is also never any confirmation of whether or not Facebook was actually Zuckerburg’s idea, or if he stole it from the Winklevoss twins, who initially hired him to create their Harvard-exclusive social networking site months before Facebook was released. The fact that he ended up having to pay them 65 million dollars tells me that he may just have.

I understand why his girlfriend broke-up with him in the first place, I would also go out on a limb and guess that she never did accept his fb friendship request either.

The real villain of the movie is Sean Parker, co-founder of Napster and one-time President of Facebook played by Justin Timberlake, who does an incredible job of making us hate him, a difficult feat. The Social Network paints Parker as a smooth-talking, conniving, full-of-himself, greedy, party-animal. The movie also makes it seem as though it was Parker that convinced Zuckerburg to sucker-punch his bff and CFO, Eduardo Savourin.

When I got home from watching the movie, I checked my Facebook (obviously), and in the ad bar there was a link to this very interesting Vanity Fair article written about the normally very private Parker, where he gets to tell his side of the story. http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2010/10/sean-parker-201010

I think that this movie is a great one that will go on to define our generation. With a superb cast, an amazing screen-play, and a fabulous soundtrack, it will surely get recognition come awards season as well.

I believe Facebook is already one of the primary modern-day communication tools that has changed the world as we know it, and it’s popularity will only grow as a result of The Social Network.

Cooler than a million $

1 ½ oz Baileys Liqueur

½ oz Frangelico

1oz Vanilla vodka

1 shot espresso

3 coffee beans (garnish)

-mix all ingredients (except coffee beans) in a shaker filled with ice.

-strain into a chilled martini glass

-finish w/coffee beans

Enjoy with friends!!