Fame by proxy

Last March, I started compiling a list of things that identify a true Montrealer. The list generated a number of clever additions from the loyal readers, and the end result still makes me giggle.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the Gazette this morning and read Mike Boone’s column:


Put on your Canadiens tuque and check out this email from expat Evan Wiener, who is living in Raleigh, N.C. (A long way from home, but at least he’s watching decent hockey.)

You know you’re a Montrealer when:

You pronounce it “Muntreal,” not “Mahntreal.”

Your only concern about jaywalking is the possibility of getting a ticket…

Yes, folks, my list has been lifted. The irony is that I am (1) not an ex-pat but an actual, current resident and (2) a Gazette subscriber. Ah well, at least the laughter is getting passed along!
If you missed the list the first time around, please take a moment – and feel free to add your own “you know you’re a Montrealer when…” in the comments.

Instructional Strategies, Journal 3

Believe it or not, on top of the full course load + one that I’m teaching this semester, I am still doing the Masters program. This semester’s course is called Instructional Strategies, and as with the first two courses, we have to prepare four journal entries.
The following is a response to Maryellen Weimer’s article ‘Focus on Learning,’ which we read for the course. I’m still not sure if I wholeheartedly object to Weimer, or if my reaction is really just a gut response to what I perceive as her condescending tone. You can read the article first and judge for yourself, if you are so inclined.

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Naomi Christel Wark

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…was born this morning at 9:06 a.m. She weighed 8 lbs 5 oz., and arrived in a hurry!
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I have the honour of being the first non-parent, non-medical person to hold her.
More pictures and details on her very own site.

I am your father, um…

Scary vader mask
Some of you may already know that Robert, our now-six-year-old, has been a little, well, confused, gender-wise, for some time. He likes girly toys, like mermaid dolls, he likes girly images, like unicorns, and he frequently pretends to be a girl, namely Vanessa the Fembot.
In an effort to be hip, modern, with-it parents, we have tried to be accommodating – we even got Santa to bring Robert a Barbie for Christmas (along with her beach buggy and a Ken doll (who now has real hair, by the way)). We have watched unicorn movies with him (although I draw the line at Angelina Ballerina, the cartoon about the white mouse who whines and cries incessantly).
Having said that, we were nonetheless thrilled that Robert expressed a strong desire for the scary Darth Vader voice-changing helmet. So last weekend, for Robert’s 6th birthday, we gave him the helmet.
Later that evening, a tiny yet terrifying heavy breather stomped up to Dr. T and said “Muahaha! Do you know who I am?” Dr. T, who’s not just a pretty face, said “You must be Darth Vader!”
To which the helmeted figure replied “No – I am Darth Vader’s wife!! Muahaha!”
Sigh.