This is the last post in which, I will ever refer to the events of my specific workplace with this much detail.
Because words finally failed me. But, it’s okay, because me and words, we’re back together and better than before, because now my words are not alone – and they don’t have to struggle so hard for clarity and careful emotional negotiation – because in trauma recovery, I dug deep down into my childhood layers and remembered my first loves: singing, dancing, being delightful and entertaining people, and my second loves drawing and storytelling and understanding that all of this childhood enthusiasm for the whole world that was my stage – had morphed into the Family Obsession: Being a Writer.
Because, it’s very hard to be a writer anywhere – but in a funny way, especially in Canada. Because Canadians who can entertain – and speak English – move to America – making it a kinder and gentler place – not with a thousand points of lights in the sky – with with 10s of thousands of tiny small sparks – of random kindness, compassion and a laid back sensibility – that most people think of when they think: California.
But no one thinks about how many Canadians there are, working in Hollywood and the Entertainment industry who does the heavy lifting of putting out these California Sun Soaked but Canadian drenched Vibes.
I grew up in Canada. I was born in 1968 to an Icelandic Immigrant Father and a Canadian Mother who’s Ukrainian family had been in Canada for 5 generations already.
I went to school in New Westminster BC in the 1970’s to Richard McBride Elementary from grades 1 to 7 – I never went to kindergarten, because I came to school able to read and knowing how to work and play well with others.
I was picked by my peers – not last at sports, but as first for referee because I was the only kid that everyone could trust to honestly referee the school yard games.
When I was in the later grades, I was picked by teachers to lead groups and when I wasn’t, the group would naturally turn to me for leadership and I tried to turn the leadership back to the official leader or the group.
Teachers loved me because they could look out over a room of bland faces and they’d see me – blonde, blue eyed and starting intently and adoringly at them.
Never admitting it was the movie I was watching in my head.
Teachers and students in my elementary school never never threatened by or intimidated by me (unless I wanted that response) – because as bright and shiny as I stood out from the crowd, I preferred to stand behind the crowd and let everyone else be backlight by my glow.
Because I knew something that I didn’t know enough to tell, but was intelligent and sensitive enough to understand and more – to compensate for:
None of my friends homes were as happy as mine.
So, I didn’t need to be picked by my peers or teachers, because I knew I was Loved At Home and supported and encouraged.
I didn’t know why that wasn’t everyone’s experience, because I literally had nothing in my experience that was wrong or unpleasant.
We weren’t the richest or the poorest, we did alright comparatively and as part of the whole, so I learned to put my wants and needs into pragmatic context – that is – to balance my wants and needs with other people’s wants and needs (first within my family, then within my peers, then other people…) – with the understanding that other people’s wants and needs were from a place of unfullfillment, denial, thwarting and even cruelty or worse, craven indifference.
So the one thing that everyone else learned that I never learned at home or at school was how to live unhappily ever on or ever more or ever after until the sweet release of death or soldering forward on whatever crutches people lean on to get through their day.
I was Queen of the Elementary School and looked forward to High School – where I ended up very isolated from my former peers by my course selections – Challenge English, the early break out sciences – seeing my friends only when we had the odd class that everyone had to take. But several elementary schools fed New Westminster Secondary School – and we moved.
To Chilliwack, where I attended Sardis Senior Secondary School that went from grade 8 to 12 – but grades 8 to 10 were smaller classes, there being Vedder Junior High School from grade 8 to 10 and a second Chilliwack Senior Secondary School – our Sardis Rivals – if you cared about sports.
Which, in the battle between the jokes and the smocks – I am a smock.
But my Art Smock and my Lab Coat (in case you are wondering what the hell a smock is) set me alone among the two kinds of smock kids.
- Big Fish – McBride Small Pond – Urban Audience Pool
- Big Fish – NWSS Huge Pond
- Big Fish – Sardis Small Pond – Rural Audience Pool
- Eagle, fishing, – Princess Margaret Secondary, Surrey, BC, Huge Pond
When I graduated from High School, I had only attended Princess Margaret Secondary 1 and a half semesters. Sardis Secondary’s classes were full year.
It was a difficult transition for me, because the counsellor decided that all the classes that I loved, I should take in the partial semester – so they could know I was taught the subjects I wasn’t interested in properly – because my grades were all over the map. But my grades didn’t measure my comprehension or understanding, they reflected only my engagement level.
Teachers have never understood that about students.
But it was the transition to college that was most challenging – because it was no longer me against all the kids in the hood – it was me with only the best of the kids in the hood – and I never learned to be a good student, because I was so far ahead of everyone else, that what I learned in school – what I had to learn in school – what was critical for me to learn in school – was how to slow down to where the top group of everyone else was.
Because the world is not kind to Gold. It causes something of a fever and a race to extract and purify then distill and temper and alloy and basically, cheapen into trinkets with all the colour and none of the luster.
That’s why the poets lament that nothing gold can stay, gold left alone – stays – it’s just that we can’t leave gold alone to be just gold.
We feel the need to own and force it so malleable into the distorted shapes we want it to be in to adore ourselves.
My father’s youngest brother – the one born in Canada – he was just a bit older than my oldest cousins – said to me when I was about 12 years of age – that Given a Choice between a lump of gold and a diamond – pick the diamond – because it took a lot longer for the earth to make that diamond than to make gold – and sparkles and gold is just a lump that sits there dully in comparison.
Alchemists pursued the Golden Formula for centuries in their chemical laboratories and they detailed in private codes, all the masses of data and variations and experiments, their quest for gold.
Well, we know how to make gold from base metals now – but the recipe is nothing that the Alchemists of old could have stumbled upon – because to make gold from base metals – you need nuclear fission not chemical reactions.
But the hold that alchemists gave the world was the first steps towards a true scientific method – labour intensive observation, detailed data capture.
What they were missing was a context – an understanding of the world as a natural place – because as long as religions held power and withheld wealth from the world – they knew what all God-Dictators know – what any Captain of Industry Knows – To be top dog, you have to crush the competition.
As long as the peasants were illiterate and dependent on the Crown and the Cross – the church of Europe was free to execute any early scientist for heresy.
And the modern American equivalent to the Church of Europe:
– who slowed down both scientific and as a consequence, economic and social advancement with
- witch trials against midwives, healers and socially marginalized or isolated women and men
- crusades against the Muslim world,
- Spanish Inquisition
- European Crowns vs Crosses – who’s the boss now?
- Destruction of the Knights of Templar – the first multi-national organization that could be entrusted with your gold and your life safeguarded against all bandits – including against the encroachments of the so called Upper Classes against the burgeoning middle classes. So for protecting travellers from European Christians, the Templars were destroyed as heretics
Is the so called Moral Majority, founded by Faldwell in the 1980s and currently headed by Focus on the Family and other groups who are far too concerned with other people’s families than their own.
Because what’s great and terrible about American can be summed up with one word – and it’s a name – and that name is:
As in Presley. This guy:
Maybe this Elvis will look more familiar:
But he doesn’t quiet stand out from the group, does he, even being center stage.
Maybe you know this early Elvis image – it was used as a 1970’s album cover for “Elvis Country”:
But this is the childhood image that I see in Elvis, no matter what he looks like or how old he never got – because Elvis died at 42, two years fewer than I am right now.
Elvis was a revolutionary who was killed by the establishment – only they didn’t kill him with a gun or legal hassles – they killed him with kindness – by making all his boyhood dreams come true – Elvis got to sing and dance and make movies.
Just like he always wanted and dreamed of – but Elvis’s dreams were not the dreams of Captains of Industry – Elvis’ dreams were our dreams – of achieving middle class status and of making enough to survive and thrive a little and to do something to let people put aside their troubles and worries, just for a little while.
Most people have no clear image of Elvis because what was magical about Elvis – was Elvis himself. Elvis was pure gold from the moment he entered this world…
…to the day he left this world, only most of the gold was mined out of him, distilled or corrupted and sold to the general public as gold – but it was fool’s gold.
And any miner or forestry worker or fisher or harvestor or anyone who toils in the sun can tell you – if you don’t put something back into the source resource – it will just collapse.
That’s true for mine shafts, specific fish fisheries and forests – if you take material away, leave a debris field and do nothing to mitigate the losses or add some other value – the industry is not sustainable.
Elvis was loyal to his word – against his own interests – and Col Parker – like any good hustler or captain of industry can tell you – knew one thing and one thing only:
Elvis made the teenagers scream. But they wouldn’t be teenagers forever.
But what Col Parker and the entertainment industry didn’t know or didn’t care – because hey, it’s a Star System – not a babysitting service:
Is that people who use others for their gold is why Robert Frost wrote nothing gold can stay.
And most people do not know that poem as written, but as part of a book – written in the mid 1960’s by a teenaged girl, SE Hinton, who wrote 4 novels, you might be familiar with:
That Was Then…This is Now
As a teenager, in Canada in the 1980’s I discovered the gold in SE Hinton’s work, not from her novels because as a teenager, in Canada, in the 1980’s I didn’t relate to the characters and found the short novels exhausting and the characters really frustrating for just chaffing at inequality and not demanding equality, instead pushing back only enough to be left alone – for a while..
I fell in love with the stories because of Matt Dillon – who I adored for being the guy who helped my favorite Little Darling to win the lose your virginity contest, but Kristy didn’t want to win and so let the liar Tatum ONeal win and cost an innocent man his job at the summer camp.
Because while other girls swooned over Dreamy Dillon, a sanitized Elvis/James Dean for the 1970’s and then 80’s teenagers before he graduated to an adult audience – I had a mad mad crush on Haley Mills of the Disney 60’s movies and Kristy McNicoll for being so tough and sensitive – she was my 1970’s Sanitized Elvis because I knew Kristy was dangerous and still waters run deepest.
I adored Olivia Newton-John as much for her country music – did you realize that Elvis covered ONJ hits in the 70’s? and Canada’s Anne Murray? – as I did for her goody two shoes to vamp transformation in Grease.
Ah, McBride Elementary and a girl named Lisa. Who brought the earliest cheap and portable cassette tape player to school with the Grease soundtrack so she could get us all to act out the parts.
But while all the Boys wanted to play Danny to Lisa’s Sandy – none of them were willing to move like John Travolta – but Lisa wanted to perform more than she wanted to dance with a boy – so I was picked to play Danny, but I didn’t play Danny like John Travolta – I played Danny as John played Danny – as Elvis.
And I played Elvis so well, that even teachers didn’t raise an eyebrow at my wiggling my hands in the air and my knees so I fell to the ground at Lisa’s feet – while howling soulfully, I got chills, they’re multiplying and I’m loosing contro-ol…
It is weird to me to think that even with all that, people then didn’t realize that I wasn’t like the other children……
And by remembering these golden oldies of childhood, by drawing my way out of the loss of my words – and just to give you an idea:
When I started this blog – Random Ntrygg – it was about gardening, home entertainment, BBQ and photography – and sometimes a little Elvis.
But as real life events closed in and I was surrounded by people that I couldn’t communicate with – I changed and the blog changed – and all the fun sunny topics disappeared and are being recycled and re-imaged on the other blogs that I created when this one hit stride – almost two years ago – when I brough in more atheism vs Religion – topics.
When, to my mind, religion and atheism are two sides of one coin that has nothing to do with what I beleive or reality – because on my coin – it’s natural on one side and fiction on the other – and supernatural is just specialized fiction that is waves of fads, be it religion or vampires or (satanic ritual abuse) conspiracy theories….
Gold Nugget: The only people who don’t lie to you, are motivational speakers – whether you are paying to hear them or someone is talking to you in a whisper…
Because I have been on a quest to understand something about this big ol world we share, even when we pretend that we don’t and most people haven’t bothered to learn anything about this planet we call earth in this solar system, in the Milky Way Galaxy, not so far away or long ago…..
Is why – and I am talking to Pro-Religion People Only now:
Why can’t you understand that saying your beliefs are based in love – when your behaviour in the worlds big and small – is that of any run of the mill Dictator?
Now, before you start to form words in your sputtering brain – I want you to think about it.
You say you are messengers of peace and love.
But you act like and self-appointed Dictator in love with their own voice and assured of their own divinity and righteousness of purpose and slaughter or undermine any and all who – and let’s be clear – not just those who openly oppose you, but also those of us who, just aren’t into you or your false message of love.
You cannot smack someone down with your fist and then expect them to accept your other open appearing hand. Because all that an open hand looked like to someone who’s been punched and kicked to the curb – is not the hand up that you might actually be offering – but an open hand to slap or backhand or push or shove the person into the gutter, down the sewer drain.
So, Pro-Religion People – if you mean what you say – that your beliefs are based in love – then, I’m talking to the whole group now – in case the transition wasn’t clear – I am now talking to everyone again – here’s the gold nugget that I want to show you – not for you to take from me – back off, it;s my gold and I intend to keep it that way.
Because this is pure gold, from my 6 year old heart speaking from inside my bruised 44 year old world stomped on heart:
Look, feel, touch but don’t take anything unless you understand Camping Rules.
Because this is straight from my purest heart and I am afraid to show the world that heart anymore – I am afraid to leave my house, I have learned as an adult what everyone else knows as a child – people bully because no one stops them.
Knowing someone is being bullied and doing nothing is why things like World War Two Happen – Evil Thrives when Good People Do Nothing.
Okay, feeling intellectual again and safe enough to continue now. Sorry, it’s a head/body balance thing that I am working on in therapy. Where was I? Oh, right …here: for you to
… look at and look into yourself and see if there’s any gold inside you that you can built your own display gold nugget for the world – inspired by seeing but not taking my gold nugget:Because I am not willing to share my toys or my gold anymore with the world – so I will just give the world glimpses, until it’s safe enough for me to leave my house again.
Because I am what people do not chose to see – a ranting manic homeless person – only, instead of being unclean or unwashed, I look just as middle class as anyone else. And because I am as smart as I am a pain in everyone’s ass,I will say this once and once only and will say it really really slowly so simple so that even the hardest hearted of bullies – be they anti-social criminals or anti-social establishment – can understand:
What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.
But if you are not a strong person to start with, then the effort needed to not die, depletes you until the effort of merely fending off becomes overwhelming and no defense is possible – and you are dying, by degrees, in torment, at the hands of the bullies who only had to outlast you to win and keep your head underwater.
So here’s the gold, and I actually learned this from the crazy American anti-abortion religious movement – go limp early and keep your head down.
Because the bully stops paying close attention when you stop struggling.
So, practice holding your breath and think of all the gold reserves inside you that the world hasn’t strip mined and deforested out of you.
So, don;t worry about me in the future world, because I am going to be fine – because I am exactly where I need most to be – at home, with family and friends, helping me to repair the cognitive damage that has prevented me from effectively communicating – I know – but your blog is so well written and engaging – yes, sorry world, that’s all been me on a bad day with a bully hangover.
I’m somewhat better now that I am out of the tailings pond and away from the tarsands, and mining debris and smashed down forest and can see how distressed that Canada is with this wave of Americanism from Ottawa. Not the good kind of Americanism that we can all get behind – Elvis – but the bad wave of Americanism – who killed Elvis – the Golden Boy who laid Gold Eggs – so he was treated like any duck in France – forcefed mush mash until there were no more eggs, and then slaughtered for whatever remained.
Right in front of the fans who loved Elvis so much that they supported him through good and bad – never realizing that it was this very adoration that made all the bad possible. We killed Elvis. Every one of you alive as an adult before 1977.
Because if Elvis hadn’t been held back to the bottom line: Middle Class Dreams Achieved – it breaks my heart and takes my breath away to think, what Elvis could have been, had he stayed in France, after his army service, and been the First International Artist that he was and not, just the boy from Tupelo who wiggled and took country music (I’m a drunken cheating loser songs) and blues music (World has done me wrong, pass the joint) and turned it into gold:
Uplifting feel good music that touched our blue country hearts and infused it with a southern gospel fervor and Elvis, as the man himself said – and his spoken words are the truest soundtrack for any Elvis Fan of any calibre:
So cheerful note – play Canada’s Elvis – kd lang – watch or play and keep reading:
(I just realized I’ve been writing this for 4 hours and hadn’t saved the draft, eek!)
I will get through the current situation as I always have – with a song on my lips, a dance in my hips and in my Elvis costume – the Canada Beaver Edition:
But kd beat me to the Canada Elvis punch, so I have to, well, I will tell you, what other famous person that I most relate to and grok completely:
I have many many stories to tell – and they are for sale.
Because, when I tell stories, they are mine and when I sell them – they are the property of the buyer. Whoever that buyer may be.
So, if the buyer – for example – Hollywood – wants to buy my 12 feature Scripts, 9 Three Day Novel entries, my notebooks of stories that I have wanted to tell when I first started writing down the story ideas when I was 9 – of that Holiest of Holies – A TV Show – but not just any tv show – a Flagship Show of a Franchise set in an untapped Frontier that will do for TV what Elvis did for music – then contact me.
And, if I have stories that you know that I can tell and would like to buy and own them exclusively, with no need for rewrites – well, (sorry, had to check the email) – the deadline for the First Right to Exclusive Ownership of the stories passed yesterday at 5 PM, January 20, 2012.
So, if any one is interested in specific stories that they know I’ll be able to write – I am available for hire.
And I have always been the fastest writer in the west:
- 9 times in the three day novel contest so by the end, I only needed 2 days to write 150 novel pages.
- 12 screenplays, my first completed in 9 days, my fastest, completed in 8 hours (I had very good incentive)
- As a writer, I wrote 1000 poems, 100 short stories, countless essays, research papers, briefing notes, witness statements in Human Rights and Legal contexts and so much internet forum content as to be incalculable.
- but, as they say – these are just the ones I am willing to divulge – Google Me:
- Nina Tryggvason
- Random Ntrygg
I can be reached through facebook @ Vancouver’s Most Famous Unproduced Writer fan club.
And, if the buyer doesn’t want to hire me for re-writes, I’m good with that too, because once sold, it’s not my story to tell anymore.
Insight is a unique clinic that’s located in Vancouver BC to provide a safe place for drug users. The clinic provides clean needles, monitoring and health programs for this under served community.
Insight was established as part of Vancouver’s four pillars approach to the social problems of drug use: Prevention, Treatment, Harm Reduction and Enforcement.
The program has been extended several times and is considered an important part of the reduction of the spread of AIDS, overdose related deaths and a lowering of criminal activitiy in the downtown east side. Proponents and critics disagree on the site’s impact, but no matter what the viewpoint, the clinic provides services to people who would otherwise not have access to medical services at all.
Ever since Stephen Harper and his conservative party have been in office, he has tried to shut the clinic down. He was prevented first by the Province of BC, who considers the clinic a success, then Health Canada and now the Supreme Court of BC.
In a unanimous decision, the Supreme Court of Canada ruled Friday the Conservative government must grant the supervised drug injection site Insite immediate immunity from federal drug laws – and that comes with no deadline attached.
To force the site to close “would have been to prevent injection drug users from accessing the health services offered by Insite, threatening the health and indeed the lives of potential clients,” Chief Justice Beverley McLachlin wrote in the ruling.
Harper, who, since taking office has:
- canceled the Charter Challenge Program;
- slashed funding to Status of Women, reducing it from 17 offices to 5, redefined their mandate to remove “equality”, and reduced their ability to provide funding to community groups;
- passed a law setting elections every four years, but orchestrated an annual non-confidence vote and triggered expensive and needless elections
- appointed a young earth creationist as minister of Emergency Preparedness
- appointed anti-science climate deniers to be in charge of approving funding proposals, unsurprisingly, resulting in no funds for the Canadian Foundation for Climate and Atmospheric Science
- has gagged government scientists from reporting their findings in a variety of environmental and ecological programs
- has slashed social funding to increase the budgets of police and prison construction
- cost Canada a seat on the UN security council and Canada was one of four nations to vote against the US declaration of aboriginal rights
- click to go to “Why Harper sucks“
- more shit Harper has done
Harper has been accused of having a secret agenda since he first ran for PM, but there’s never really been any secret about his agenda – copy America – slash social spending, slash anything that prevents or reduces harms and give the money for enforcement and punishment, and remake Canada into America 2.0.
I have to wonder, if he admires America that much, why not just move to America and live under that system instead of tearing Canada apart.
Harper has constantly expressed paranoid and concerning remarks about the public services, the judges, the very instituations of governement being against him and this lone outsider attitude is very concerning for the person in the big chair to be holding and worse, beleiving.
Harper is an example of why it is critical to not ever place morals above people.
Harper has an ideological agenda that he is seeking to impose on Canadians, whether we agree or not. His extreme control over the conservative party MPs, gagging the public service and limiting contact with the media is concerning, but hasn’t seemed to factor into Canadians really understanding that Harper is dismantling Canada for a makeover, where he claims to be putting high minded rules in that he will immediately ignore if they don’t suit his objectives.
Canada as the opposite problem that the US has.
In America, there’s a democratic president unable to accomplish much because of republican control over the houses; but he benefits from the republican field for potential presidential candidates being very thin, strident with an appeal only to a narrow section of far far right republicans – none of whom will draw voters from the centre, swing and undecideds.
In Canada, we clearly aren’t done punishing the Liberals for the excesses under Jean Cretin and blamed on Paul Martin, but we have to stop cutting off our noses, ears and fingers to spite them by giving Harper back to back minority governments with a small majority in the last outing.
But the liberals aren’t giving us candidates that demonstrate they’ve learned their lesson and are deserving to once again take the big chair, as they have done for most of Canada’s history.
Why we would pull out that big chair for someone who’s even more elitist and authoritarian and apparently drunk with power madness than anyone the Liberals ever fielded, is beyond me. But Canadians are apparently, politically kinky, and perhaps we’re punishing ourselves with Harper as PM, but it’s time to stop.
Without Jack Layton, the NDP has a serious challenge to bring the country back to Canadian values, of the social safety net, of evidence based approaches to scientific problems, of returning the country to Liberal surplus budgets and not Conservative deficit budgets.
But at least, in Vancouver, for a while, the Insight clinic will continue to provide health services to a vulnerable sector of society that the Harper government would rather see in prison than helped to return to functioning citizens.
Which is the real problem of putting moral ideas over people.