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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Casse-couilles Part II


Partie I est ici.

Sachez, qu'il s'agit d'une analyse dont l'unique but est de m'amuser.

J'ai été surprise de voir tout ces évènements qui démontre dès le début de cette relation un grand mépris pour l'homme qu'elle prétendait aimer. JAMAIS au cours de cette relation a-t-elle été capable de mettre sa petite personne de côté pour donner un peu de place aux besoins de l'autre.

Au tout début, lorsqu'il a de la peine et qu'il ne sait pas trop comment dealer avec la mort-née de sa petite soeur, il court vers elle pour un peu de réconfort. Celle-ci le repousse (après quelques minutes) prétextant que l'École a besoin d'elle.

O.k., on peut dire que pour l'époque c'est louable d'avoir eu une conscience professionnelle, mais dans les faits, qu'auraient été les vraies conséquences si elle était resté quelques minutes de plus auprès de lui ?

Pas étonnant qu'il a sacré son camp dans l'bois.

Il prend tout de même le temps de lui écrire et lui dire qu'il fait ça pour eux : Ramasser de l'argent pour qu'ils puissent se marier à son retour.

Que fait-elle pendant ce temps ?

Comme elle est fâchée que son animal de compagnie soit parti, comme elle ne croit pas du tout en lui, comme elle est une égoïste hors paire : elle se fiance avec un autre !

Fait qu'elle ne lui a jamais avoué en plus.

Lorsqu'il revient, pour lui, c'est clair que c'est pour la marier. Dans sa tête, se qu'il a écrit dans sa lettre, c'est s'qu'il a fait. Pourquoi aurait-il eu besoin d'écrire des centaines de lettres ?

Encore là, elle n'est pas contente.....

Et c'est comme ça tout le long de leur histoire. TOUT se que le pauvre yiable fait, n'est jamais assez bon pour elle. De plus, même sachant qu'il est un «gars de bois» elle insiste pour qu'il reste auprès d'elle, et pourtant, lorsqu'ils sont à Shawinigan, elle n'hésite pas à le sacrer là toute l'été parce qu'ELLE s'emmerde en ville et ce malgré qu'il lui ai dit qu'il s'ennuyait d'eux à mourir lors de leurs absences.

Lorsqu'ils sont à Shawi, il trouve un bon boulot. Il est le SEUL boss Canadien Français dans cette usine ( oubliez pas qu'on parle ici du début des années 1990 ) Il travaille fort, indeed, mais rapporte tout de même du gros cash à la maison.

Pis kessé qu'elle fait notre Émilie ?

Ben 'a chiale parce qu'il travaille beaucoup, et la pôôôvre petite fleur s'ennuie.

Les p'tits sont presque tous à l'école et elle est éduquée....elle aurait pu se trouver quelque chose à faire....non ? Des courts de rattrapage à la maison, de la couture, écrire un bouqin. Pas les idées qui auraient dûes manquer là !

C'est se qui me dépasse......Comment une auteur peut nous flouer ainsi. C'est fort pareil, nous faire croire que c'est Èmilie l'opprimée dans cette histoire ?

Je n'enlève rien à la série là. Au contraire, c'est un chef d'oeuvre. Les prises de vues, l'intensité des personnages, la musique, l'innovation ( on parle d'une série qui date de 17 ans quand même).

Mais j'me demande, Arlette Cousture est-elle une féministe frustrée qui a profité de sa plume pour transposer ses propres malaises ?

;-)

P.S : Suis-je la seule à avoir remarqué que Berthe est probablement lesbienne et c'est pour ça qu'elle s'en va au cloître ?

Friday, January 18, 2008

On nutrition

Or: Holy crap, junk food doesn't taste good anymore!

Okay, so I wrote something similar a while back. The thing is, the feeling is entirely different this time around. Last time I experienced the whole not-liking-junk-food deal, it was physical, as it just made me feel sick. This time around, I feel fine (although a little sluggish) if I take in a lot of sugar/carbs at once, but not sick. I just don't enjoy it. At all. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'd rather have water than pop, but I'd definitely go for plain milk (I prefer 3.25%, but here they only have 2% and skim...) or some Crystal Light™. Speaking of water, though, I sometimes find myself craving it--and I don't mean being parched. I just randomly feel like drinking water. Sick, I know.

My nutrition has been a bit odd lately; I try to take in mostly good foods, but I tend to let myself go post-workout, and take in some Sprite™ (I crave the bubbles...) or, better, chocolate milk, and even dessert sometimes. What's funny, though, is that even when I go for pizza and fries with a side of Sprite™, I tend to skip dessert.

The thing that's surprising me is that it's not a conscious decision, really. I don't think "oh, this is healthier, I'll eat it," I just don't feel like eating crap, most of the time. Even when I do buy junk food--out of habit, really--I eat it but it just doesn't feel as good as it used to. Heck, I bought some fudge and, although it was very good fudge (at least for the store-bought kind) I only barely finished it. Same with drinking pop; I get a glass or two from the machine in the mess, but I end up taking a sip and leaving the rest.

I'm hoping I won't be jinxing myself with this, and I definitely don't expect to eat perfect all the time. Or even the 90% "my" nutritionist (or, rather, "my" team of nutritionists) recommends. I just want to "eat healthier," even if it means hitting the "perfect" mark only 70% of the time. Besides, I'm still at the point where slight adjustments still end up paying back major dividends. When I get lean enough to see my abs, or my veins (they're popping up on my forearms again) then maybe I'll focus in on chiseling the last of the "bad stuff," but until then, I'll just grab the pickaxe and hammer away.

I would have liked to go for something extreme like the Velocity Diet, but between having to pay for the mess anyway (something like $400 a month) and having to buy supplements (about $500 for a month), and the simple fact I couldn't keep doing everything I'm doing while on that diet, it'll have to wait, if I ever end up doing it at all.

I lost a ton of weight already (an insane amount, that most people would qualify as "unsafe") and I've only been back for a few weeks--and the "success" on the last PPT has only heightened my motivation to keep training hard and eating right. There's nothing quite like getting results to get you to go at it harder.

Also, for the psych majors out there, here's a "little" tidbit you might find interesting. Like a lot of "big" guys (I was up to 245lbs at least, at one point, and thought I was "HYOOOOOOGE") I've always had the problem of being somewhat scared of losing "that"--even though it was misguided and "that" was, instead of the mountain of muscle I envisionned, a mound of blubber with a few muscles hidden underneath. Still, most "big" guys start losing weight and get scared. After all, we've worked so hard to get HYOOOGE, what are we going to do if we end up small?

As was explained by someone (I don't remember who, or in exactly which article, but it was on t-nation), when you start losing weight, you generally get smaller (duh) but you don't really look any better. For big guys, used to being big and strong-looking, looking smaller but still not looking better nekkid is scary. After all, we go from having at least one part of the puzzle, to having the worst of both worlds: we're both weak-looking AND fat!

Eventually, you start seeing results, but it can take a long time. Even when you realize your pants fit better, or that the shirt you wore five years ago and kept around "for when I get lean" actually fits properly again, or whatever, you still think, "yeah, but I still don't look that great nekkid." (Let's face it, most people who train do it to look good nekkid.)

Anyway, the whole point is that somehow I got over that, and although I still get a little scared when I look in the mirror and realize my arms have "shrunk" while my belly still looks more like Buddha's than Brad Pitt's, I know that it's all coming along.

Well, I think that's enough of an update on my mental state and the state of my nutrition. Now, if only the mess offered GOOD, HEALTHY food!

TDV!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

I don't want to be no green beret...

Ok, so this title has very little to do with this post, other than it's the title of a cadence I listen to while running. (What can I say, it keeps my speed AND my motivation up...)

So, we had our winter PPT (Physical Proficiency Test, or something such...) this morning. I didn't pass, but I did a whole lot better than I expected. Especially considering I was slightly hurt--I messed up my calf on Monday, and the nurses messed my arm up when I tried to give blood (I have a HUGE bruise and my arm is pretty stiff)--and haven't been sleeping well all week.

The only event I didn't actually improve on is the 20 meter shuttle run, which has always been my nemesis. I got to level 7 or 7.5 (I wasn't really paying attention...) on that, which is the same as I got back in September. However, I improved pushups (just 35--I was hoping to get to 40), situps (68--I'm hoping to get to 75 next time), the standing long jump (193cm, with the passing score being 195--last semester I got around 180cm), and the agility run (17.9, with the passing score being 17.8--last semester I was above 19 seconds).

All in all, it gets me to 212 points, compared to 174 last semester. That's 38 points, or 22%. Pretty good, I'd say, though about 20 of those points came from the 1sec improvement on the agility run. Also, just getting a pass on the 20MSR will get me almost 20 more points, and both the long jump and the agility run will get me about 5-10 more points each. I intend to improve on the situps and pushups as well, so by next time (not the retest next week, though, sadly) I should pass everything AND pass on points.

It's a bit of a relief, because the new rules, though it's really fuzzy as to their application to those of us already in the middle of third year, state that you must pass a PPT in third and a PPT in fourth year, or show "marked improvement." I haven't passed, and I doubt I can make up 2 full levels on the beep test (20MSR) in six days, but if that's the only thing I have left to pass, coupled with a 20+% improvement, I think that'll be a good start.

Another thing that went fairly well today was that I got to have a short, informal, impromptu conversation with the Commandant. It was short and I was pretty nervous--talking to a General when you're a NCdt tends to do that to people--but it was good to know the top is listening, even if sometimes there's a bit of a communication problem between where I'm at and where he's at. Such is the nature of the beast, I guess, the head doesn't quite know what the hands are doing.

Anyway, I don't think I'll pass the next PPT, but I'm hoping that my improvements on every other area will allow me to focus on improving the run, and maybe even allow me to do stuff that will actually help me run a 20MSR, like sprints and intervals, vice running 5K (25laps) but having to slow down after the first K because I'm not a runner.

Ah well, here's to getting to that elusive 250!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Elle était une casse-couilles !


Telle en est ma conclusion !

J'ai regardé ce week end, le coffret DVD d'une des séries m'ayant le plus marqué.....Fou comment les souvenirs sont sélectifs.

Fou aussi comment notre perception d'une aventure peut changé avec le temps.

Cette série qui eue un succès phénoménale en 1990, m'avait laissé une impression :

Pauvre Émilie !

Ce matin elle m'en laisse une toute autre :

Pauvre Ovila !

Fou comment 17 années et plein de vécu peut nous amener à voir les choses autrement.

C'est certain que j'ai trouvé les fesses de Roy Dupuis toutes aussi belles que lorsque j'avais 20 ans, par-contre les reste de l'histoire m'est apparue bien différente.

C'est certain que l'on parle d'une histoire et de relations interpersonnelles qui datent des débuts 1900, mais il n'en demeure pas moins, qu'il s'agit là de deux êtres qui s'aimaient énormément et dont la peur, la méfiance et le jeu de pouvoir en ont eu raison.

J'ai noté tout plein de passages, sur lesquelles je pourrai élaborer ultérieurement, mais en gros, Émilie Bordeleau me semble une castrante de première.

J'dis pas qu'elle a eu ça facile, mais n'eut été de sa soif de pouvoir et sa manie de vouloir tout contrôler, y'a des saprés chances qu'elle s'en s'aurait sortie autrement et aurait vécu une histoire d'Amour....

Hum ?

J'y pense....c'est même pas une histoire d'Amour c't'affaire là, mais une histoire de passion à une époque où le condom aurait été ben pratique pour ces deux là !

Ovila, en plus de sa passion pour elle, l'aimait vraiment, je crois. Contrairement à se que j'ai pu en penser à 20 ans. Son mal de vivre et son alcoolisme se sont développé au rythme des maladresse qu'il a infligé à sa belle brume....qu'elle s'est jamais gênée pour y remettre en pleine face à la moindre occasion.


(à suivre)

Monday, January 7, 2008

Enfin 2008.....


Vous avez passé un beau temps de Fêtes ?

Pour ma part, probablement les plus belles Fêtes depuis celles de mon enfance. Noël avec les enfants ( c'était notre année ).

J'en reviens pas encore comment leurs sens de l'humour et de la répartie se développe. Petit Comique «l'avait» déjà, mais voilà que P'tit Guerrier sort de sa coquille et semble réaliser que la vie c'est pas dramatique.....dans vie y faut avoir du fun !

Ça ma fait oublié la tuile qui m'est tombé dessus le 7 décembre dernier. Le show de Radio s'est fait flushé suite à des pressions (les raisons sont encore obscures) externes. Je ne comprends vraiment pas comment le monde de la Radio fonctionne. Le monde de la Radio, c'est un grand mot. Je présumes qte c'est cette organisation particulièrement qui a besoin de leadership. J'ai jamais entendu autant de bullshit en si peu de temps. J'ai jamais vu une direction agir en sauvage de même !

Mais bon, j'pourrais dire à mes p'tits enfants que mémé a fait de la Radio dans son jeune temps ;-)

Bah ! Y'a toujours l'option de vendre le show à d'autres stations.....On verra !

Je suis supposée commencer mon nouvel emploi dans les prochaines semaines...On verra pour ça aussi, puisque le directeur ne m'a toujours pas relancer. Ça se comprend avec les Fêtes, je présumes.

Au moins, j'ai toujours mon contrat à l'extérieure de la Ville. Mais j'pourrai pas l'étirer ben, ben longtemps.

***

Petit Guerrier m'a bien fait rire.

Nous étions en train de poser les décorations de Noël un peu partout dans la maison, lorsqu'il me dit :

« Quand la maison sera à moi, je vais mettre les mêmes décorations, aux mêmes endroits »

Dans sa tête, ça semble clair que cette maison sera à lui plus tard. Il l'achètera de son père, comme Sailor l'a fait il y a maintenant près de ....de....10 ans (je crois).

J'trouve ça cute, que déjà il y a des évidences, même pour un enfant de 10 ans !

***

Bonne Année 2008 à toutes et à tous !

;-)

Thursday, January 3, 2008

"The worm has definitely turned for you..."

"Feeling good's good enough."

Okay, so I didn't do drugs like a certain character in a certain movie about a certain war, by a certain director who did a movie about a certain president who was assassinated by a certain ex-marine.(1)

The worm has turned, however.

See, ever since I started going to RMC, every time I go, it's with massive feelings of dread. I just don't want to go. Well, I didn't want to go. I wanted to just stay in my little warm house, living the life Kevin Smith would live if he hadn't made Clerk--living at my mom's. She doesn't have a basement, so I can't live there; instead, I take over the "main" living room. (We basically have two living rooms; the other one is the computer room/my aunt's living room.) I have plenty of good, homecooked food, I can get up whenever I feel like it, I don't have to do anything I don't want to, I don't have to do my own laundry, and generally I'm pampered. It's the good life.

Thing is, this year, I just don't feel like staying here. I got bored after about four days of being back home. Sure, it's nice to have plenty of food, cable TV (I don't even have a TV at RMC), high-speed internet, and all the other perks, but it's also incredibly boring. You can only watch so much TV before it gets boring, the internet is about as intellectually stimulating as watching MadTV, and there is only so much time you can spend working out without access to a full gym.

The "worst" part is, it's not so much that I'm not happy at home, but rather that I legitimately want to go back to RMC. Sure, I whine a lot when I'm there, but like Bubbleheads said a while back, a happy sailor is a bitching sailor. It blows, but the Type A in me just can't sit idly anymore. Maybe I'm finally maturing?

Okay, probably not. I am, however, changing. For better or for worse, the kick in the ass I got just before the exam period (a WTF talk with a certain officer, and a WTF-talk-explanation by an ex-cadet.. ahem) had some effect. Sure, I'm not going to be a super-hardcore-next-CWC(1) keener guy--I'm not much of a keener and, frankly, I'd go insane if I tried to be that guy, and I have no delusions of managing to follow a perfect schedule, or always having a perfect uniform (though I want to strive to achievd that), or of never being barely-on-time (or even late), and so on.

Beyond the WTF talk, I think the fact that I actually have a leadership position this semester plays a role in this. Sure, I'm only going to be in charge of six people, but I'm still in charge of them and I owe it to them not to do too crappy a job. Besides, it's perfect practice for when I graduate and, eventually, become a divisional officer. So far, summer phase leadership has consisted, during BOTC, of army-type leadership, which seems far more hands-on--you're out there doing pretty much the same job as your troops. From what I've seen, Navy leadership is more detached. The OOW is in charge of everyone,(3) and when you're not OOW, you don't really lead in the Army sense--you take care of your people, but you don't really have to order them to do anything in particular, because they know their job and most of what they have to do is controlled by the OOW. It's a lot less... well, hands-on (it's the only term I can think of) than, say, a platoon commander in an infantry unit, who lives with his troops almost 24/7 while on deployment. (Of course, in garrison it's different, but a ship at sea is on deployment.) The point I'm getting at is that, like a divisional officer on a ship, I'll be in charge of a few people who do various jobs, of various "ranks," and I'll mostly care for discipline and administration. (Half my section is made up of logistic officers, but ah well.)

I've also been re-reading the Officer-Like Qualities chapter in the NETPO Handbook (the binder with most of the info we had to learn this summer, including shipboard organization, naval history, policy, some evolutions, etc), as I find it helps me keep my eyes on the goal of being a good officer. Several people, including my course officer last summer, have told me I have what it takes, but something that comes up often is that I still need to develop some aspects, including self-confidence, self-control, and attitude, so reminding myself of what makes a good officer--in theory--helps me remind myself of what I need to work on. I'll include a few quotes here, just because I can.

The first essential of leadership is self-confidence. (...) It is an old Navy adage that, when faced with a difficult and demanding task, the officer should not 'inherit' power of command by stating: "The XO told me that we must lower the boat in this Force 5 gale, so let's get on with it." Take personal responsibility for a legal order - "We're going to lower the boat," and confidently get on with it.
Your demeanor should be cheerful and enthusiastic. It is your business to inspire enthusiasm and pride of ship, unit or section. Never appear bored or fed-up, however irksome the work may be.
Develop your voice and word of command. Never allow panic to show in your voice of manner. There is an ever-present tendency in the service to turn to an officer for their cue in an emergency.

This reminds me of a "hint" I got from a LS this summer on PCT Orca, who told me I really needed to work on conning, because although I have the theory down, in execution I tended to sound unsure and weak, especially the first few times, which wasn't exactly confidence-inspiring. It also reminds me of a quote from Jane's Fleet Command: "The British ruled the seas for centuries with a stiff upper lip. Men drew strength from their calm and resolve. (...) If we shudder, they shake. If we sweat, they panic. The cost of panic, is defeat."

Do not risk giving the appearance of washing your hands of responsibility, or of giving a hint of criticism of higher authority. The officer that tries to be popular soon loses grip of subordinates, as well as the respect of superiors and peers.

Never judge an individual if you have lost your temper. If you do lose your temper, control your words or keep your mouth shut until you can regain composure.

Endeavour to bring out the fighting qualities of your subordinates and continue to develop them in yourself. This should be your constant consideration since, in your position as a leader, it is your business to inspire enthusiasm and fighting ability.

Maintain an even keel and allow that humorous situations do occur. (...) Overly racy and frequent joking, however, can backfire and render one being viewed as foolish or never serious.

Being a naval officer means much more than simply being an executive in uniform. To be a naval officer is to be someone belonging to an identifiably unique and very demanding profession. It is not a career; it is a way of life.

As someone personally commissioned by Her Majesty the Queen, a naval officer could at any time be called into the presence of royalty and other dignitaries. This is something that has not changed over the centuries. Naval officers travel throughout the world, are brought into professional and social contact with many foreign dignitaries and, while doing so, are quite correctly perceived to be representatives of the Crown.

With the exception of off-colour jokes and language, nearly all topics are in bounds during daily meals, even "shop talk." (...) The realization that others have similar responsibilities, successes, failures and workloads is the glue that holds a wardroom together.
It just struck me that I've probably quoted at least some of this already, but like I said earlier, the point of this is to remind myself what I need to strive for. I know this might sound overly idealistic or naïve, but hey, I'm an artist.

There really isn't much of a point to this whole post... I guess I just wanted to show what few regular readers, especially those who have been reading this for a while (God knows why you're subjecting yourself to this!) that there is some measure of progress going on.

Ah well, I'll enjoy some more cable TV while I still can!




(1)For those of you who don't get movie references, I'm talking about Platoon.
(2)Cadet Wing Commander, the highest-"ranking" cadet at RMC, three levels above me in the wing chain of command
(3)Everyone except the XO and CO, of course