Month: September 2017
‘House’ Journal Response
House – Epiphany
When did Harry first undergo his epiphany? How? Harry and his wife Anna were conflicted about whether should they buy an island or a suburban house. Harry had thought that it was high time that they gotten a house, however he wanted for Anna to desire a house, instead she planned on using her money to buy an island to live on, Harry even offered to sell the boat;
“because I would like to do something ordinary for a change. I am an ordinary man, and I’d like to be
ordinary just to see what it’s like”. (Pg.26).
Harry had believed that he should follow some of society’s
expectations, that it is natural and necessary for all families to live in a conventional manner. So Harry,
Anna and their kids, Doll and Joey had gone house hunting and eventually sold their boat to be able to
afford what they were looking at. The night before the moved to their purchased house;
[“Honey, are we making a terrible mistake” said Harry “Sure” Anna said “That’s the way we like to live”
“But this is different” said Harry “What’s different about it” “The boat. For instances. Now, if that was a
mistake, it was our own. This is the sort of mistake everybody makes.” “Right.” “Ordinary” Anna said…
She went to sleep, leaving him with that terrible and lonely idea, which had been his idea all along.]
(Pg.28).
This shows how Harry started to feel and slightly realized that he been too hastily, desiring a house in the suburbs like all other ordinary people, wanting to have the good things of a middle – aged, middle – class man with a mortgage and depts. Having to sell their freedom of using a boat to achieve that goal; “…and sooner or later, Anna was going to face him with it. Why hadn’t they bought that crazy island? Or a plane or a race horse? Something to feel guilty and defensive and proud about. What could you fell with a house, particularly an ordinary, sensible sort of house . . .?” (Pg.29). Feeling awful about seeking a plane ordinary life, he shown off an unexpected twist and was very contented to see Anna using a wrecking tool on the wall.
Canada’s Identity
I choose this image to represent what we have in Canada, and the objects contained in this shows a lot of that. For example, there are trees, fish and a farm tracker which represents that Canada is a resource based country, meaning we make a lot of trade with wood, fish and crops. Another example is the boats and the marine, symbolizing how (before Confederation) people did most travel by boat/canoes or people who live on the east or west coast did mainly fishing. Here is a fact even; Did you know that Canada has the worlds largest costal lines, obliviously including both the east and west. Or another example is you can figure out that how Canadians favors hockey, curling and skating just by thinking what each figure is.(There is even a silhouette of the hockey Stanley Cup on the bottom left side of the totem pole in the middle of the leaf). This image shouts both historical and current interests of past and present Canadians. If any Canadian of today or even 50 years ago would stop and glance at this image, they would to, realize how many different things symbolize the Country of Canada.
The question of the origins of our countries flag or the name sometimes came back to me. Discovering this article answered the question, which is the reason why I chose to post and share. To have a official national flag, it has to show/represent the characteristics of said country. For Canada’s current flag, the reason why it was chosen was for 3 reason; The clarity and striking design made it easily recognizable, it used Canada’s official national colours (red and white) , the maple leaf had already become a popular emblem of Canadian national identity at home and abroad. If someone from the year 1921 to the 1957, the wouldn’t recognize the Maple Leaf flag, because their flag(s) at the time was the Red Ensign Flag which had charged three times between those 2 time periods.
Current Flag
Before 1957, the maple leafs were green.
In 1921 Canada got a new coat of arms from the College of Arms in London.
The Red Ensign flag of Canada before 1921. The coat of arms was a collection of the province’s coat of arms.
Life is About Experience
Practice at the Ice Rink
I climbed out of the comforts of a 2016 gene Nissan white rogue, escaping from the warm and dusty to fresh crisp air. I welcome the feel of a nice cool breeze from the September autumn of Metro Vancouver. Having a firm grip on the simple handle of the luggage bag that held my skates after I hauled them out of the seats beside me, I strolled across the parking lot of Pitt Meadow Arena Complex where it will be my last practice before the school session starts. While partly surrounded by the Pitt Meadows athletic park of baseball and soccer fields, the build consists three rinks and two currently at the time have been melted for lacrosse, leaving one with hard ice. Walking in the lobby at 7 o’clock am of a Sunday, I let my bag down, pulled than extended the second handle and started wheeling the bag with me, followed by the rattling of its small wheels and the echo of my foot steps as I made my way across the high ceiled lobby to where I practiced for this season. Just after passing through the motion censored slide doors that separate the cool lobby air from the cold that was trapped during the night. the draft of the rink hits me, giving me goosebumps and making my teeth chitter together, almost like someone dumped a bucket of ice along my back and arms, just ice. I ushered on, knowing that the sooner I get on the ice and get moving, the better. The sounds of my footsteps and bag dulled as the indoor terrain change from concrete flooring to rubber matting with of the addition of the rinks fans that kept the ice stern and solid. Entering the half humid change room, leaving the freeze but still having feeling the chill, I tie on my ice skates, tug on my black thick cotton glove and my white wool sweater came back out to the arena.
The ice rink is fence in all around entirely by dense, thick white walls that are up to your waist along with plexus-glass to see on to the ice. Opening the closest gate to me and stepping on, one foot after the other (almost slipping), I can almost feel the flat, smooth, glassy surface from underneath the blades. Bending, pushing off, left, right, left right . . . I gain more speed after every push, gliding, needing to start my warm up because I still feel the freeze nipping at my arms and feet. Push, cross, push, cross . . . curving around to avoid the corners and stepping backwards, I ready myself for the first jump of the morning. With the speed I have I step back to forwards, kicking my bent leg in front giving lift while simultaneously pushing myself up with my left foot from the icy floor, sent me twirling in the air, then landing, gliding backwards again, but with my right leg extended up and my arms out, holding for at least six seconds.
20 minutes have already passed and other fellow skates had come, filling the entire rink with sounds off. . . well blades on ice; scratches and thumps from glides and jumps, addition to our three coaches, whom shout out corrections and/or steps to other skaters. I’m already warm, almost hot from the movement and the air is so cold to breath, it gives me the feel of biting my teeth into scoops of ice cream that have been just taken out of the freezer.