The 2008 Olympic Summer Games are a hot topic lately. The international consensus is that China needs to improve the human rights within their country and seriously think about freeing Tibet already. The Olympic Games have brought these issues to center stage and I don't think that is a bad thing.
Boycotting the Olympics could potentially do more harm than good. No matter how right the world may believe the message is, delivering it in such a negative way will probably not sway China the least bit. The Games are an opportunity to begin candid, meaningful communication between China and the international community. It's an opportunity that should not be wasted. Messages on banners strung across bridges in the U.S. will reach the government in China but probably be passed on as 'Keep Tibet' by the media to the Chinese people anyway.
The games should go on, even just with the hope of sparking comraderie between the world and China, so that down the road they will hear what we have to say.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
A Canadian Haunting, Volume One
Okay. So I promised that I would be posting every Sunday from now on. This is only the second week I should have done so, and I forgot . . oops! I'm a day late, but still sending it out :) Since I forgot, I was unable to complete any suggestions and will tell you about something instead.
I believe my new home is haunted. That's right, something otherwordly resides in my home (besides me). It does not make its presence known by the usual ghostly means such as moving items or columns of cold air. I am not awakened by ghostly moans or spooky apparitions. Out of nowhere, without provocation, I am haunted by the smell of barbecue sauce. I could be sitting on my couch reading, and out of nowhere I'll catch a strong waft. It's happened in the bedroom. I have checked and cleaned my entire home looking for a wayward glop of BBQ sauce spilled . . perhaps beside the oven? Under the fridge? In my cupboards? I have never found anything. Spooky . . . I know. The only conclusion I can come up with is that a BBQ sauce loving spectre has taken up residence. Perhaps he is trying to communicate. Perhaps he is in my face, pleading for directions to the nearest Tony Roma's with his ghastly BBQ breath. It's not unpleasant, I'm sure there are more frightening and inconvenient ways to be haunted. I just hope he finds what he's looking for. I'll leave my computer on so if he's looking for some good BBQ eats he can just Google it or whatever. I'll leave a Word document open while I'm at work and see if any messages appear from beyond. Then I'll report back.
I believe my new home is haunted. That's right, something otherwordly resides in my home (besides me). It does not make its presence known by the usual ghostly means such as moving items or columns of cold air. I am not awakened by ghostly moans or spooky apparitions. Out of nowhere, without provocation, I am haunted by the smell of barbecue sauce. I could be sitting on my couch reading, and out of nowhere I'll catch a strong waft. It's happened in the bedroom. I have checked and cleaned my entire home looking for a wayward glop of BBQ sauce spilled . . perhaps beside the oven? Under the fridge? In my cupboards? I have never found anything. Spooky . . . I know. The only conclusion I can come up with is that a BBQ sauce loving spectre has taken up residence. Perhaps he is trying to communicate. Perhaps he is in my face, pleading for directions to the nearest Tony Roma's with his ghastly BBQ breath. It's not unpleasant, I'm sure there are more frightening and inconvenient ways to be haunted. I just hope he finds what he's looking for. I'll leave my computer on so if he's looking for some good BBQ eats he can just Google it or whatever. I'll leave a Word document open while I'm at work and see if any messages appear from beyond. Then I'll report back.
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