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There's something wonderful about the meal ritual. Friends gather and
share, eat. This month a few of my longtime friends met to share a meal
with a new addition to our group: Mohamad Mohamad. Suzy and I met Mohamad on the train from Toronto. It was a Sunday,
and the train was nearly empty. Even in those pre-September 11 days,
I wondered why the middle eastern-looking man across the aisle from
us seemed nervous. As it turned out, the VIA Rail ticket agent was harrassing
Mohamad because he had so much luggage. Every time the agent passed
Mohamad he said: "You are going to have to pay! We are coming back to
take you to the front so you can pay. Those are the rules." The ticket
agent was going to charge Mohamad because he had extra bags on the empty
train. I was furious! Here was a landed immigrant, with everything he owned
with him, being made to feel uncomfortable as he moved to a new city! That got us talking to Mohamad. It didn't take long to engage him.
He was well-spoken, kind, and obviously interested in getting to know
new people. Suzy and I admired him: He had everything he owned with
him that day, and was moving to Ottawa to start a new life. When we
found out he was from Iraq, and was about our age, I couldn't help but
think of the Gulf War and where I was the night it started. I was watching
it on TV, eating pizza and flipping between shots of the lit-up Baghdad
sky and the Simpsons. I felt guilty. "Sorry about the war," I said --
Suzy jabbed me in the ribs. We then talked with our new friend all the
way to Ottawa, and he was not charged extra for his bags. Mohamad moved into the YMCA, and then found a room in a house in the
west end. He now works designing computer chips at Galazar Systems,
and is doing well. We're proud to know him, and we hope he stays. Canada
needs more people like Mohamad Mohamad. Earlier this month my friend Richard and his wife Lili hosted a Middle
East dinner in Mohamad's honour. Richard and Lili have a swanky new
loft apartment in Westboro, so it was a great chance to break in their
new place. The dinner was pot-luck: Mohamad made a traditional Iraqi
dish (mergé temmen), Suzy and I brought hommous and baklava,
Alex and Claudette dabbled in babba ghanoush, and Berni made the tabouli.
Richard, our host, tried his hand at a delicious Lebanese chicken dish.
We visited, and ate, listened to arabic music, and had a great time.
Mohamad tried on Richard's parka as we tried to convince him that wind
chill was something to be feared -- even during the warmest Canadian
winter on record. It all goes to prove you never know who you'll meet
on a train. As they say in Arabic: Ensha'allah (what ever is God's will). >> Have your own Middle East dinner party. Click
for the recipes!
UPDATE: Some family news: 1) Val's getting married! My sister's boyfriend Stevie Wood proposed
with roses, a honeymoon suite and a diamond. He did it with class. "Stu,
I only plan to do this once. And I'm calling to see what you have to
say." He called my brother and parents too. Val said yes, and is planning
an August wedding in PEI. Here's Val
and Stevie in 2000 when they were helping to renovate our cottage,
Plover
Dunes Retreat. 2) In a warm-up for the inevitable love child, my brother Lowell and
his wife Sharon now have a dog, named
Moose. I was lobbying for "Harley" or "Tofu", but those were too
Eastern Canada. We receive almost daily updates: "Yes, we were up in
the night because he was crying -- poor fella". Good practice, folks.
Relax. Kids don't usually need newspapers on the carpet. 3) Check out the new Jasper Video! I'm testing a video capture and
editing programme. Please let me know how this works for you (speed,
quality, etc.) 4) Our friend (and soon to be family member) Berni Wood -- sister of
my sister's new fiancé -- landed a new job this week. Berni has been
undervalued and underpaid in a government of PEI film and new media
job for 20 years. Now she can finally thumb her nose at the bureaucracy
(and we hope she flips them something, too) because she's the new Regional
Vice President (Atlantic Canada) for the Canadian Television Fund. Way
to go Berni! >> Here's a pic
of Berni at our recent Mid-East dinner party) O Canada! What a wonderful opportunity for our country: - Teach them young. If we can harness this sense of purpose into other things, just imagine
what we can do. Groundswell I love this discussion: Keep sending mail. What's most fun, but least
surprising, is that no one is jumping to the defence of the Prime Minister,
our "leader". Last time I met him in person (for a client photo shoot)
he asked me, "So, you for your company, you spend lots of time skating
on the Internet?" 'Nuff said. Storm the Peace Tower I'm a hopeless idealist. I know it because people tell me (frankly,
I don't take it as an insult). They roll their eyes in their heads when
I get exasperated and start to wave my hands and talk about "what we
should do as a country". I still believe we need a Prime Minister that
takes a stand and that tries to engage the collective imagination. And
what's wrong with that? Why do people groan when I say this? Canadians
have had great ideas before! - Someone once had the nerve to declare that we would connect Atlantic
to Pacific by rail. Across the Rockies? Never! Impossible! Those things were all achieved, we take them for granted. And now many
of our greatest achievements are being stripped away. Still we do nothing.
What are our leaders saying today? Nothing. Squat. Diddle. Are there pressing global issues for which Canada could provide leadership?
Hell, yes: Children are starving to death at 35,000 per day around the
world. While the US makes war, we could broker peace. The world needs
pioneering research in alternative energy to avert an ecological disaster.
International trade discussions lack a mediating voice between social
unrest and corporate domination. Players in millenia-old religious wars
could use the patient perspective of a mature, multi-ethnic, panentheistic
nation. Are we meeting any of these needs, or any others? No. None. Is anyone
even suggesting we do? Nope. We're cowed by cheap gas, SUVs and box
retailers. And, meanwhile, Mr. Chrétien can do whatever the hell he
wants. History will be his judge. And ours.
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In 1987, Canada mingled in Nice, to mixed effect.
>> See the Revealing full photo. (01.15.2002)
(01.07.2002) (11.19.2001)
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