Happy Snow Days!

I know, we haven't had any official snow days yet. But we're off to a good start. We haven't had an early start to the winter like this for at least a few years.

Early Happy Christmas .. now that work is winding down, I am going to be taking more times and write blogs for fun rather than just business ...been a while since I've been here!

Looking South

I'm watching the Democratic National Convention and listening to all the references to the election of 2000.

At that time, we were in the process of moving to the States. In retrospect, I didn't really want to go. Don't know whether it was because I felt comfortable where I was .. in Ottawa, content in my quiet little Canadian existence. Or whether I felt ill winds blowing .. I don't know.

We moved to the mountains of Kentucky right around the time of the election. Barry was already down there when the election happened .. I was still up in the north country packing up our stuff. He was coming back in a week to load up the truck, pack up me and the cats and then be out of here. We were on the phone with each other constantly ... talking about what our new life would look like.

I remember the night of the election .. watching what was happening and feeling more and more like I didn't want to go as the election returns rolled in. And then travelling south down I-81 a week later, thinking .. this place is going crazy. (On top of it all, our car broke down on the highway, leaving us stranded in a hamlet with a gas station, a Burger King and a Best Western for two days while we wondered if we were ever going to get down there. I think I just wanted to turn around and come home).

When we got down there, Barry's co-workers at the Media Arts Centre where he was working said "you sure picked a hell of a time to move down here". And we didn't know the half of it ... the next year, the planes hit the towers, the country prepared for war and I said time to get out of here ...

In some ways I am glad that I spent two years in the States. After all, can we really understand the world without understanding the US of A? No .. but then again, can we really understand the US with all its contradictions, its sense of itself which doesn't match people in other countries' sense of the US? A country that can throw around the word "liberty" and "freedom" yet its actions demonstrate either that they don't know what the words mean .. or that they do and just don't care?

It was time to come home ... I wonder if I'm any wiser from having wrestled with some of the questions about the contradictions I saw. Or whether I'm just confused by it all.

I like this picture

I just like this picture .. feeling a bit nostalgic this morning. These were taken at WMMT in Kentucky. Hi Barry .. thinking of you .. hope you're doing well.

Living Alone - Pros and Cons

This isn't my house ... it's a friend's in Appalachia


I've been living alone for the first time over the past year since I was 25. This morning as I got up and drank my coffee, I got thinking about what I like and also don't like about this. Here's my summary.

What I love:

*I can decorate however I want. I can use the colour pink. And lots of lace if I want.
* I can fling my stuff wherever it lands and tidy up whenever I want. Or not.
* I don't have to negotiate space for my stuff and his stuff.
* I can have quiet and not talk whenever I don't want to.
* being able to concentrate on work without interruption.

What I don't love:

* waking up by myself
* cooking for somebody else .. I love cooking but I need an appreciative audience
* not having somebody to share morning coffee with. I end up drinking the whole pot myself and then I'm on caffeine overdrive all day.
* having to hang pictures, move heavy furniture and do all the household stuff by myself
* those wonderful spontaneous conversations which break out at unexpected times.

I think conversation is what I miss most of all. And the hugs too. For now, I like living by myself but I don't think I want this forever. That's been a bit of a shift in the last couple of months ... it's a good space to be in .. content but looking ahead to the day when I might want a change.

Hi again, everybody ...

Been a while since I've posted .. just wanted to pop in and let you know this isn't an abandoned blog, despite the fact that I now have THREE MORE!

This online habit is taking a lot more to organize. It's fun though .. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't such a queen geek.

In case you're wondering what I'm up to .. mostly working this summer. If you look back on my previous summer blog entries, I've been hardly working instead of working hard. It was good and a welcome break.

But now I'm back at it, business is growing well .. social life is doing well .. I'm happy. No big changes contemplated .. maybe I'll move somewhere but not until next spring. Planning my Guatemala trip the end of October ..

Until then, I am here .. and liking where I am.

Rethinking Appalachia

There are many places I have yet to write about. One of those places is Appalachia, where me and my then-husband Barry lived, from 2000 until 2002.

I am about to go back to my dozens of sound files that I recorded when I was down there .. square dances, old time fiddle music, clear mountain springs high enough that the pollution couldn't get to it ... the distinctive accent, the coal trucks, the clicking and hissing of mountain bugs on sweaty hot summer nights.

If things go according to plan (that is, if my arts funding comes through), I will be starting to create a documentary poem with my good friend Angelyn deBord. Ange is a mountain woman, born in North Carolina, who has lived almost all of her adult life in a hundred year old house on a mountaintop. She's an accomplished writer, actor, painter, storyteller and she's now learning how to play the fiddle. It will be wonderful to go to Angie's mountain and work with her again.

It will also be a time to process my own thoughts and feelings about a time which was very beautiful, transformative, full of of good things. But also full of challenges. We happened to move down there two weeks before the first US stolen election, and we also lived there when the planes hit the towers. There was a kind of intensity that was hard to put into perspective .. and a very good opportunity for insight into what America really is as opposed to what it says it is. Revealing, but also disturbing on a number of levels ...

It was also the beginning of the end of my 23 year marriage. I wonder sometimes if we would have split up if we hadn't gone down there, and whether it really was a good idea.

But that's hindsight .. and now there are stories to write ... I almost feel ready ... almost ...

My new podcast and blog

A Gypsy in Kashmir .. heading 300 miles south to winter grazing grounds

I am very excited. I've been trying to find a way to combine travel, listening and tourism. Lots of people do photography but I haven't found anyone who takes sound pictures like I do.

So I have started a new blog and will be doing a new podcast ... I won't be announcing the name until I get the domain name registered (it's competitive out there). It will be a place where I can post my sound art from different places and also my journalistic pieces I've done. I've got enough pieces done to keep me going for at least a couple of months. Soundwalks in Nairobi, temple bells in Kathmandu, falcons on the tundra ... listening to my sounds brings me right back there.

The whole idea being that you don't just have to take your camera .. sound recording devices and editing program are inexpensive enough and easy enough that you can bring home your memories in sound. And add them in a slideshow presentation to your photos .. maybe even do some poetry around it ...

I'll let you know when I get some content up ... I'm so excited. Especially about getting enough traffic to my site to get free trips ...

Current blog count:
this one -- Heading to Central Blissville
Sound Out Media - my tips and tools blog
My non yet announced blog and travel and sound

Podcasts:
The House of Sound and Story - (which I really need to do more frequently)
The Green Planet Monitor (a project of Earth Chronicle Productions -- new series coming starting in September)

I know that sounds like an awful lot of podcasts and blogs .. but believe me, I know people who have 10!

My Next Mode of Transportation

I'm going to move somewhere next year at this time.

It will probably be a city. I really want to move to Nova Scotia but I don't want to buy a car. Partly because of the expense, mostly because I had one small accident, the first and only in my entire 25 years of driving. And the insurance companies want to charge me extortionate rates.

The damage to the car was around $8000. The book value of the car was only $6000. So they wrote it off. The person who hit me only got a scuff on her bumper. So this is justification to charge me $5000 a year in insurance?

I'll stop ranting now. I will rent cars. And live in cities. I will not own my own car as long as the insurance companies want $5000 a year from me.

If I did move to Nova Scotia, I think I would buy a horse. It would be less than an hour to ride to Digby to get groceries. Of course, Superstore doesn't have a hitching rail, so that's something I'd have to lobby for.

Overall, in rural areas, it makes a lot of sense. Still haven't ruled out the idea.
But I think I will continue to be a city dweller. Maybe Toronto. Maybe Ottawa. Leaning towards Ottawa ... where for sure there is no place to hitch your horse ..

Lessons in Patience

Trying to slow down for a good look around


The other day a friend of mine and I drove past a garden shop. They were advertising Impatiens for .69 cents. My friend said "you sure don't need any of those. You're already impatient enough".

I have never been known for my patience. I attribute it partially to my background working on current affairs shows. I could often get three stories chased down and written in the time it was taking others on the show to finish one. My secret ... know when it's not going to happen and move on to the next one.

It is very useful to know when to cut and run. But to live a truly balanced life, one must also have the capacity to sit and wait. And I'm not good at that. Especially right now. The last three years in my life have been one of those phases where growth took place slowly, (if at all, sometimes it seemed .. things moved so slowly for a while there that I think they were actually going backwards).

And now things are just bursting wide open. All kinds of exciting possibilities. Great things happening .. it's kind of like Christmas. So much to open, so much to be excited about. I want it all. NOW.

I am very consciously trying to slow myself down, telling myself that everything still takes time even when time is travelling at a dizzying pace. So much value in slowing things down a bit.

So I try to meditate (never have been very good at it), try to live in the moment, try to tell myself that some things are still going to take their sweet time. And not drinking as much coffee ... I am like a madwoman on four cups of coffee in the morning.

Ah yes, this quest for patience.

The biggest challenge is that I want more patience NOW.

The Richness of the Question

In my last post, I wrote a bunch of notable statements that I heard at the Deep Wireless Festival. One of them is staying with me.

It's from Chris Brookes presentation "Making it Rain". He told a story about a snake .. can't remember what the snake connection was, but this snake asked the question "Why would you destroy the richness of the question with the poverty of an answer?"

Maybe it's because I ask questions for a living. Or maybe I ask questions for a living because it's something I've always done. Journalists are the answer seekers. In my art, which is not always journalism, I am always an answer seeker.

In my personal life, I also ask a lot of questions. And I'm always looking for answers. Life is a mystery to be solved. Ambiguity is just something to be contended with, not something to be enjoyed like a foggy day.

The reason why I am drawn to Chris's (and the snake's) question is that maybe, finally, I am starting to enjoy the questions. For the first time in my life, I am starting to relax with the idea of mystery .. of not needing to know the answers to everything.

It's slow growth, though. I have to remind myself to be patient. I have to remind myself that not knowing what I'm going to be doing every minute of the day tomorrow is good. That there is a lot of life in the unpredictability, because then I am open to the possibilities I wouldn't see by requiring everything to conform to a predictable path.

Don't expect instant patience from me right away .. but I'm planning to be around this world for a lot longer ... so I do have some time to work on it. Another good thing that happens with patience is accepting that I am a work in progress.

I am the richness of the question. I am not the answer.

Deep Wireless

This weekend was the annual gathering of the Tribe of Radio Producers.

The Radio without Boundaries conference is part of the Deep Wireless Festival, presented by an intrepid group called New Adventures in Sound Art.

I started this conference until it was passed on to the capable hands of Nadene Theriault Copeland and Darren Copeland. So naturally I feel a bond to this event that goes deeper than other events with which I am involved.

Hard to describe what happens when people get together united by a common passion for the work they do. Sound people are a rare breed, radio people even rarer. Add artist to the mix and it's truly an adventure in every sense of the word.

In addition to being the radio art deejay streaming on line to Free103.9, occasionally running two mixers at a time, I got to reconnect with people whom I haven't seen in a long time. And meeting people for the first time who have either known me or vice versa through the radio listserves I am on. It's a great community.

Here are some of the best quotes from the weekend:

"Radio is a process art, rather than a product" -- Tetsuo Kowgawa, visiting artist from Japan.

"The role of the producer is to ask clarifying questions. The producer is a fresh set of ears" - Neil Sandell, Senior Producer, CBC Radio's program "Outfront"

"A radio producer is only a radio producer if somebody tunes in" -- Christopher Allworth, Halifax (but I've decided I can leave "radio producer" on my business card anyway, even if I don't know if anybody's listening"

"The Moral High ground is where money flows away from" - Andreas Kahre, performance artist, Vancouver

I learned that when you only use one piece of duct tape on a dog's collar, your recording device ends up in the middle of Dundas Street" -- Marjorie Chan, one of this year's commissioned artists who did a piece about what dogs say. Further reflections -- little dogs are no damn good if you're trying to get the essence of dog. They don't record well.

And my favourite -- recounted in a story by Newfoundland artist Chris Brookes -- think about this several times -- it's truly a profound question about the deep mysteries of life:

"Why would you want to destroy the richness of the question with the poverty of an answer?"

What I'm doing ...

I haven't checked in here for a while so thought I would provide an update.

It feels like a slower time of the year right now .. my broadcast tech consultant job at Wilfrid Laurier University is winding down ... I'm working on some podcast projects and learning a lot which I need to know as my business grows .. learning how to take pictures which aren't just happy accidents (I have been told I have a pretty good eye .. the way I measure competence is whether I can look at something, analyze how I did it and do it again. Not at that point yet but getting better).

The big news is that The Green Planet Monitor has received another year of funding. I will be going to Guatemala in the fall. Other than that, maybe a trip to Nova Scotia in July ... a lot of going to festivals since it is summer season, hanging around home and doing some serious urban gardening on my balcony.

It's all good .. life is interesting and entertaining and as always, well worth the trip ...

PS - Happy birthday to all my friends and family who are April Fools .. there are a lot of them this month.

The Wild Hawk Winds of March

I wrote this four years ago. This winter I've been visited by several hawks who fly by my window and perch on the antennaes on the roof of the apartment building across from me. Since it's March, and since the hawks are here .. it is worth reprinting ...

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March 2003 - 107 Victoria Ave. S. Hamilton Ontario

I saw something rare and special this morning on my usual walk around the neighbourhood with my dog Ursula.

It was especially beautiful this morning, with one of the last snows of the season coating the trees. Nonetheless, I was deep in thought working on a problem that I wasn’t convinced really had an answer. I looked up in the sky, saw a bird soaring overhead. At first I thought it was a seagull, a common sight in downtown Hamilton where I live. It wasn’t. It was a beautiful red-tailed hawk.

I have never seen a hawk in our neighbourhood. I see them lots of other places – I counted 17 of them one day on a drive to Toronto. Hawks appear in my life all the time, but never here.

Whenever a hawk appears, I know that it’s a time to pay attention because something is speaking to me.

My rapport with hawks began in the summer of 1999. I was at art camp – one of the other people there was a Mohawk artist who told me that I need to pay attention to the animals that appear in my life. “Animal medicine” he called it. He said that he thought the animals I needed to pay attention to were the bear, which is about hibernating and journeying into oneself, and the badger, which is about self-protection.

But no bears and badgers appeared, so I didn’t think about it again.

A few months later I was in my second floor studio, working on yet another seemingly unsolvable problem. I went to the window to get some outside inspiration. Sitting in front of me, eye level on the fir tree five feet in front of the window was a big, magnificent hawk. We looked each other in the eye for what seemed like half an hour. Probably only five minutes, but time stood still as we stared in each other’s eyes.

Since that time, hawks have appeared whenever I needed them. One of the most startling was the time when I stood at the foot of my grandparents’ grave, feeling especially sad despite the fact that they’ve been gone for many years. Through my tears I asked them “if you can see me now, are you proud of me?” Just at that moment, a hawk took flight from behind a row of tombstones two rows away. There have been many other instances like this. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that whenever a hawk appears, it is time to pay attention and look at my world from a larger perspective.

We’ve just entered the month of March, which is believed by some to be the time when the energy of the hawk is especially powerful. The winds are strong this time of year, a good time for soaring above the earth and looking down. The winds are also very unpredictable – it takes more courage than usual to soar upon the wild winds when we don’t exactly know where they are going to take us.

This month I invite you all to fly, supported by the strong currents which will carry us to unknown places. The glorious thing is that we don’t have to spend all of our efforts flapping our wings. The gusty March winds will carry us, giving us the rare opportunity to glide and look the view from above. Don’t be afraid that the wind will slam you into the side of a building, because you’re flying higher than that. Besides, if you don’t like where the wind is taking us, all you need to do is use your strong wings to take you in another direction.

And while you’re enjoying your wild ride, think of what it’s all for. Remember that the hawk is the messenger. According to native legend, the hawk brings word to us on earth from the spirit world of our grandparents and the Creator. So think about what messages you bring to those around you, and like the hawk, cry them loudly to those who need to hear it.

Cry them out boldly – the hawk is not afraid of its power.

My Poor Little Neglected Blog ....

I have been unfaithful. I shamefully confess, there is another blog in my life.

My new blog is dedicated to communications and technology. It's for my new company Sound Out Communications and can be found here.

I will make a point to focus my attentions on both my blogs, though. The two are very different -- Sound Out is more about facts and ideas you can use in your communications strategy. Business oriented.

Heading to Central Blissville will continue to be the places where I post my innermost thoughts, ideas and perspectives on the world.

I'm still here ...moving in new directions all the time ...

A Lesson in Letting Go

Just when I think I've really let it all go ...

I thought I had a bunch of stuff in a storage locker .. the stuff that didn't get divided up properly when we split up. Mostly boxes of stuff .. papers and junk. I can't even remember what was there. Except I think most of our pictures and sentimental stuff was there. The Victoria and Barry puppets from the puppet show at our wedding. Likely our wedding pictures too ..

I'd been wondering what to do with the wedding pictures. Seems I don't have to think about it anymore. Because they're all gone ... thrown out in the junk.

This is hard. Also a lesson in detachment. I can't even remember what was in there. So I can't really miss it if I don't remember I ever had it, can I?

Is this what memory loss feels like? To know you had something but you can't remember for love nor money what it was you had ...

Roses for Kenya

These roses were in the lobby of Hotel La Mada in Nairobi, the place where I visited for the conference of the International Association of Women in Radio was held in September.

Roses are one of the main export crops of the Rift Valley in Kenya. It's almost Valentine's Day. Ordinarily those roses would be headed for Europe. I am posting my picture of these roses for the people of Kenya ... these roses, which were picked by ordinary Kenyans trying to make a living to feed their families. These roses are for you, in hope and in solidarity.

I am listening back to the recordings I made at the awards gala, the high point of the conference which was organized by the Kenya Chapter of the IAWRT. It was a happier time in Kenya, a few weeks before the election call -- the election that scarred the face of Kenya perhaps forever. The theme of the conference was, ironically, Women Making Peace.

The sounds I am hearing are the sounds of music ... drums, lively songs in the local Swahili language. Voices of women .. from all over the world but mostly from Kenya, laughing.

I am hearing speeches which talk of difficult times for Kenyan women, but with an unmistakeable tone of hope that things were getting better. Talk of the upcoming election, the wish and desire for more representation by women in the highest halls of power.

If we had been able to see the future, would there have been all this hope? Good thing we couldn't have seen what was ahead or maybe we wouldn't have even all come to Kenya in the first place.

I am grateful that I had this opportunity to see this country when it was optimistic, when people really believed that things were getting better. And that the upcoming election, only the second free election in the country's young history, would bring even better things.

These roses are for you, women of Kenya. For strength, for resilience as you continue to work for peace in your fractured, bleeding country. See these roses for the beauty that they, and you, are.

The Ides Of February

If Julius Caesar had lived in Canada, the Ides of March would have been the Ides of February (for those of you who aren't up on your Shakespearean references, the Ides of March was the day that he met his death at hands of a group of senators who justified it by saying thing didn't assassinate Caesar, they committed "tyranicide".)

In the popular vernacular, the Ides of March are simply a reference to dark days. Which is what we have in Canada in the month of February.

I was talking to a friend of mine with prairie roots today about how February always seems to affect me ... doesn't matter how happy I am or how well things are going, February is the hardest month. This year, it's even tougher because I broke my glasses. To see clearly I have to wear my sunglasses, which, to coin a well used phrase, is akin to looking at the world "through a glass darkly". When I take off my sunglasses I see daylight but everything is fuzzy. And everybody who knows me knows how much I crave clarity in my life.

My friend reminded me "this is February and we are a northern people". She then reflected on her grandparents' life ... it's always been cold in February in Canada. And it used to be much colder than it is now. And they survived February just fine. Their solution, she postulates ... they just stoke the fire, stay home and just remember that spring will return.

I would imagine that the condition of depression existed back then too, so I'm sure not everybody handled it as well. Northern literature (especially the Scandinavian kind) can be very dark .. I once sat through a whole afternoon of Norwegian radio documentaries one afternoon .. holy hell, it was enough to make you want to stop living. It was kind of funny in a dark absurd kind of way.

So no Bergman this month.

So what's up with me? I'm frustrated because I'm not focussed. I'm frustrated that things are going exceptionally well but I can't seem to enjoy my success right now.

What to do? Well, I think I'll start by declaring February " the month of Take Care of ME". This is not the time to think about all of the heavy things I am used to thinking about.

When the sun comes back, I will focus once more on the fate of the world and all the people in it. Right now, I am going to remind myself that it's time to take care of me. Because, after all, we can't take care of anybody else if we don't take care of ourselves.

So I'm going to go for a walk. Eat chocolate. Borrow a musical instrument from my friend (because I'm always so much happier when I'm playing music). Not put pressure on myself. Reminding myself that it's Super Tuesday, which means GEORGE BUSH IS GOING!

And above all, reminding myself ... it's Canada. And this is February.

Update from Kenya

This is a roadside cafe near the town of Naivasha in Kenya where me and my friend Njaaja stopped for tea last October. I saw the very same cafe on the website of CNN last week ... only this time it was the scene of people being beaten with sticks.

It is a very different Kenya right now that the one I visited in the fall. Hard to believe that things can change so fast.

I've been getting updates from my new friends .. ironically I haven't heard anything from the journalists I met ... likely too busy getting the story out there in the big media to communicate one-to-one. I would guess that those working for Kenya Broadcasting Corporation are fine .. busy, but fine.

I was more concerned about Leah, my friend who works at the radio station in the Korogocho slum. I hadn't heard from her in a while .. I was very relieved to hear back from her last week that she is fine. She is working on a story that we're not hearing about ... rapes and violence against women that are happening as a direct result of the current conditions.

And of course I have been even more worried about the 74 children in the Njaaga's Hope Child's Home. At first, the violence wasn't near the home so I wasn't so worried. Now it has moved closer in, and the village close to the home has had incidences of violence. Thanks to Fran, a woman here in Canada who is in constant contact with them, I am getting regular updates.

A few days ago it looked like the kids were going to be moved to Nairobi. There are now 90 of them ... James and Lucy, the two Kenyans who started the home, have taken in 16 more kids ... all between the ages of 3 and 5. Their parents were killed in the violence when they took refuge in a church. It was then was torched and they burned to death, leaving all these babies ... a blessing that the babies weren't with them in the church ... but so tragic and horrific that so many more children are being orphaned .. as if the AIDS epidemic wasn't enough to cope with.

So we just wait for news ... the other children I am concerned about in all of this are my two nieces Elizabeth and Emily. Just before Christmas their family decided to sponsor a child from the orphanage. Having friends in Africa is really a big thing in their lives ... they are sponsoring a boy named George and they wrote them letters before Christmas. My sister Lori and I have had many discussions about how much to tell her kids .. who are only 12 and 8.

Lori had a talk with Elizabeth, who's 12. She is a very sensitive little soul and is carrying around some sadness about all of this. And some fear too. I feel some responsibility for this ... I was the person who introduced my nieces to these children in Africa. And if anything happens to them, this will be a very difficult life lesson... and that I was the one who inadvertently brought this into their lives.

Somehow it's different to bring messages to "the masses" than it is to bring them to those within our small circles of family and friends. We don't ever know what kind of impact our stories bring in the greater world ... I can see clearly how the stories shared with my immediate circle has created awareness and change.

I have to constantly remind myself that we can't ever totally control the impact of our words. Telling stories and sharing them with the world requires a great deal of faith that our words will have the impact and results that we intend.

In this case, even if something bad does happen, Elizabeth will be fine even though it will be hard. And despite the gloomy tone of this piece of writing, I do have faith that the children will not be harmed. I'll keep you posted.

Word from Kenya

I got a message back from James of the Children's orphanage that I visited in October. I sent him an email asking how everybody is because I was worried. Here's what I got back:

Jambo Victoria,

I am well as well as my family together with the extended family (the kids.

The political situation is quite volatile at the moment but the children are safe right now.

The skirmishes have now caused the delay of reopening of the schools. we
are trying to manage though the prices of commodities have gone very high
thereby causing lots of anxiety as to what tomorrow will bring.

my business is not doing very well following the political instability in
our country.

thank you so much for your concern. It feels much better to know someone
out there is watching us.

Best regards

james.

Ten things you didn't know about me ...

A few of my friends have started the new year writing about the things people didn't know about them. So I thought I'd join the fray. Here goes:

1.) Everybody called me "Vicki" until I was 25. (when I was really little, it was "Vicki Lynn".) When I moved to Vancouver I decided to adopt the more regal version of my name.

2.) I changed majors several times in University -- I started in philosophy until I realized that there aren't many jobs out there for philosophers. I also have 3/4 of a music degree. My official degree is in Communication Studies.

3.) I spent a week living with the Moonies in rural Wiltshire in England. That's when I knew I was indoctrination proof ... they were glad to see me go because I kept correcting them on their theology. And morning wakeups at 6 am by a woman with a thick accent, singing John Denver songs accompanied by bad guitar playing .. a rare form of torment indeed.

4.) I am Catholic by choice. People who were born into the Catholic faith think I am crazy .. especially since I am a feminist and Catholic. I sometimes wonder why I did that, but I still stick by my decision. Some days more than others. I do not like this current pope and I didn't think much of the last one either.

5.) All branches of my family settled in Essex County no later than 1830. The earliest branch of the family, the Delauriers, arrived somewhere around 1775. There is a museum in Point Pelee National Park called Delaurier House, the original family homestead. Our roots go deep in the flat soil of the most southern part of Canada.

7.) I've always wanted to play in a band .. I did it when I was in my 20's .. would like to do it again. Anybody want to join me?

8.) I once shared a house with 2 crazy blacksmiths, two dogs, several horses and 25 guns. I even learned how to shoot. (The horses weren't in the house, they were in the barn). I even carried my house-mate's M-16 when we went shooting groundhogs (I'm a pacifist so I didn't kill any. Never will ..)

9.) I lived in a very primitive artist warehouse in Toronto that used to be a coffin factory. We sublet it from a man who was the current boyfriend of Anne of Green Gables (Meaghan Follows). We had the only loft with its own private bathroom .. everybody else shared the one down the hall with the people who lived under the Bathurst street bridge.

10.) I was immortalized on the CBC Radio comedy show "Double Exposure" in the '80's -- the character "Victoria Penner, small but vital reporter" was named after guess who ...

This is hard work ... I think I've gotten a bit too ordinary in recent years ...