Friday 20 April 2012

Done.


You're done!

Today wasn't the best, but I have a wonderful internship around the corner at an amazing advertising agency, and I'm staying positive. CreComm has been full of ups and downs, and this is where I want and need to be.

Congrats fellow CreComm's on completing our first year.

CCMA's–  Tuesday. See you then.

Then.... a long farewell.

xo

Tuesday 10 April 2012

Dionysys in Stony Mountain

Last week I headed to the Crocus building on Bannatyne, and was kindly directed by door staff to the Rachael Browne Theatre on the second floor.  I wasn't really sure what to expect from Dionysus in Stony Mountain, a play directed by Bill Kerr. The cast of the play consisted of two actors, three characters, two acts, and two sets.



























The first act of the play was rather dialogue heavy, and was heavily based on quotes by Nietzsche. I loved the concept of raising issue to our prison systems, while touching on philosophical matters, morality, and mental illness. I think that many people who weren't really aware of certain religious issues, or weren't familiar with Nietzsche, the first act of the play could have been borderline boring, as they would likely be lost. I found the dialogue heavy, and at times tough to get through– but understood what was going on. They brought up some great issues, and certainly captivated my brain to think a little further about the systems that we have in place. Which to me, brings up the whole other issue of living life with an open mind. Things aren't always black and white.


James  (played by Ross McMillan), did such an amazing job of playing the role of an inmate struggling with mental illness. I think his reluctance to take his medication was very realistic. His willingness, or lack of willingness to comply and take his meds, was ultimately the main thing standing in his way of potential freedom after murdering his first wife while under a manic episode. James has a meeting with his Psychiatrist Heidi (played by Sarah Constible) throughout the first act. Heidi tries to help James as he approaches his parole hearing, but he needs to be taking his medication. The interaction between the two is unique and interesting to watch, especially when it becomes obvious that a boundary has been crossed.


Heidi promises James that if he takes his medication, she will quit psychiatry. Which leads us into the second act where Heidi breaks the news that she has quit job. The second act becomes much easier to follow, and ties in the Nietzsche heavy quotes very nicely. For those lost in the first act, it all starts to come together.




























Major kudos to actor Ross McMillan. He is quite talented. He no longer plays the character of James in the second half of the play. Ross becomes Eric, Heidi's uncle. The two characters are nothing alike, the dialogue, mood, everything changes now. But one thing remains the same, the duos both had hurdles to overcome. Heidi and James needed to break down walls, so that both can be reached by one another. While with Eric, Heidi spends most of her time defending her decisions, until they both come to some form of mutual understanding. Heidi has her own inner struggle as she continues to discover that she is missing pieces in her own personal journey with defining justice and mental illness.

Overall, I think this play brings up some pretty incredible topics that people wouldn't normally stop to think about. The mentally ill is simply locked up far too often, the aboriginal population in prison is very high and I understand the herd mentality that goes along with it. Our system needs some work, and this play opens the eyes of its viewers to many of these issues.

This play was a little long, I appreciated the acting, and the many messages. I found the air to be a little thick, but that may just be because it was a full house. It's definitely not a venue for the claustrophobic. I was very happy to be served refreshments at intermission. I left the play feeling a little deflated. It was a bit heavy for me, for a Tuesday–maybe for any day. I thought it was worthwhile to see, but I'm not even really sure if I'd recommend this play to someone, and if I did, I'm not sure who the audience should be. I really did appreciate it though, it certainly got me thinking.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

Today you will be my diary...

Wow... Last night I became the girl I never thought I'd be. I actually allowed myself to shed a tear or ten over the silliest thing.

I realize that my life and behaviour has changed in a number of ways since school began in September. Some of these things were beyond my control, some could have been handled differently, and some things I am flat out not so proud of. There are some days I feel like I feel like I am barely hanging on by a thread.

For example, some of my friends haven't always been the most understanding to the demands of this program. I can only hope that once things slow down, they can forgive me for being a little MIA at times. I've felt spread a little thin, but seven classes, plus work, and homework will do that... please get ready to enjoy the summer months with me as I will be able to breathe again. Huge kudos to those who have stood by me through thick and thin it means the world to me. When I have ignored messages and calls while working on late night assignments I didn't do this because I don't love u.... but rather, I saved you from a horrible conversation filled with stress and possible tears, while I tried to remain focused on my task at hand. This is quite possibly considered selfish, and I fully owe many an apology.

One thing I have come to realize is that although I consider myself an incredibly patient and mostly laid-back person, I think that school stress has brought some less than desirable qualities in me at times.  There are days when I come become intolerant, and even at times uptight. You can ask Nick Cringan, my wonderful boyfriend who has put up with my crazy antics on and off since school began. In looking back at last night, and all the other nights this year, I've kinda taken on the persona of a crazy person with my loved ones. Never at school or with my peers, but with the ones who mean the most. I've been short, impatient, and can hardly ever take a joke. Like I said- intolerant. It's an ugly and embarrassing thing to realize, but I have. I've been on edge, and have learned that I haven't been dealing with stress very well. There have been moments when I haven't quite been able to even recognize the girl that appears before me in the mirror. It's been a little scary.

I have always been proud of how loving, compassionate and kind I am. I've never taken myself too seriously, and have considered myself to be rather silly. I began my post secondary journey with the intent to become a teacher because I wanted to share my big, patient heart with little people that were just beginning to pave their way through this big world. So, to reflect on my behaviour lately....... I think I've slipped off this path a bit. I've been a bit of a monster to those around me. I think I owe a few people a million hugs and kisses, maybe some candy, and definitely my word that normal Tamara will be back for good.

This leads me to my tears last night... I can't solely blame my crazy antics on school. Since the age of five, I have been highly active. If my time wasn't consumed playing sports, I'd be running and hitting the gym in its offseason. Throughout university I still played soccer year round,  still had time on spares, or after school to workout because I would only be in 3-4 classes at a time and found the workload manageable. Since school began, I've found it next to impossible to manage balancing the gym regularly into my schedule. I know that I am a petite girl, but my body feels like it hasn't been taken care of. Last night I started crying after realizing how awful and unhealthy I felt.

I am not that girl.

I went for a long walk to clear my head. I feel embarrassed for behaving that way. In moving forward, I know I need to do something about this. I need to make a point of maintaining time for some sort of regular physical activity into my schedule. I am so much happier and relaxed when I am active, and I know that since it's been lacking– it's been contributing to my foul mood. I will treat activity like work, something I just have to make time for. I will also continue to make more time for my buddies.

I'm sure fellow CreComm's can relate to at least part of this post. They say that once you write things down, you're more likely to see change occur.  There will no longer be an awful stressed out Tamara, I am promising today to deal with my stress more efficiently. Mountains out of mole hills– be gone! I won't travel to Snap Town at the drop of a hat, and I will learn to laugh at myself again. No need to take life so seriously. Life is great, life is fun.... things will always fall into place. I have wonderful people in my life and I have plenty to smile and laugh about.

Nothing like a Tuesday morning self reflection. Sorry for the rant. Feels good to get it out. Sorry to those who have witnessed my craziness even if you didn't get the brunt of it.

Thank you to my dearest of friends, my amazing boyfriend, and my patient family for always putting up with me. I don't mean for you to be on eggshells, and I know that I haven't been myself. Love you.

Gym time.

Much Love.
























Friday 30 March 2012

So shleepy.

I'm so pooped right now... Laying with my puppy Winston. Magazine Fair took so much out of me today.  It was a lot of fun, and it felt rewarding to see everyone celebrate their finished magazines that we've worked so hard on for the past three months. It was a good day, and now a tiring day.

Happy Birthday Suzy B!! Hope you loved your flash mob wishes today. Love your smile and big heart.

Happy Friday all!

Journey For Justice

Part of the requirement for Journalism class this term included reading Journey for Justice, by crime reporter and CreComm graduate Mike McIntyre. This crime story examines the abduction of Candace Derksen and the process of finding her killer.

I recall hearing about this case growing up, so I was looking forward to reading this book. Plus, I haven't had much time for pleasure reading since the summer, so my bedtime routine welcomed this change.

I must note that one of the things that really stood out to me in this book was the strength of Wilma Derksen. She really kept herself together, when most would fall apart. I think a major contributing factor behind Wilma's strength, was her faith. It popped up a lot in seminar and the book, so you get the sense that her faith is what kept her going throughout this entire process.























I thought that many parts of Mike McIntyre's book worked, and other parts kind of seemed off to me. I loved the beginning part of his book. I felt like I had a good grasp on who the characters were, and I thought that he did a nice job telling the story of how Candace went missing. As a former Psychology student I appreciated the reports on Mark Grant. However, I felt that they began to drag on a bit, becoming repetitive. I think a few would have been beneficial, but I don't think it was necessary to provide so much.

McIntyre provides amazing details in his book, these details worked for me. From discussing the neighbour as a suspect, to sharing the courtroom details, these were great. I liked how organized the first half of the book was, but the second half fell short. I think there was some inconsistencies in his writing styles, and maybe he was just trying to set different tones by playing around with this, but I'm not so sure that I liked this.

Journalists can and should take something away from Mike McIntyre's work. I think he's proven to be full of class, while still getting a great story. He was able to leave his work in his pocket at appropriate times. He used compassion and wasn't solely after a story. He was respectful, and gained the trust of the Derksen's but still did his job in doing this story justice.

I can imagine that in times of tragedy, the idea of spending time with a reporter would be pretty dreadful. It would be easier to turn the journalist away, because they may be expecting an aggressive experience. Any journalist working on a traumatic case should consider sitting down with Mike. He seems to have done a pretty great job at showing families that he genuinely cares about them, but still does his job efficiently.

I don't typically read true crime novels, but I have read some of Mike's work in the Winnipeg Free Press. I think that the bond and relationship that he's built with the Derksen's provided a much closer look at the feelings and thoughts of the characters in Journey for Justice, something that wouldn't be very typical of his shorter Free Press articles.

I wasn't totally sure what to expect when Wilma and Mike came to speak to us, but I found it interesting to see the way the two interacted. You could tell that the two have become great friends through their journey together. They shared a story about a time that Wilma was having a  BBQ, and Mike had asked if he could join her and her friends,  Wilma said okay– but only if he left his notebook at home this time. It was a simple story, but I think that it was one of a few moments that the two shared, that established their friendship, outside of working on the book. She mentioned another instance in the courtroom where she needed him to be her friend for minute, and to put down his pen to be present in the moment with her. I think it's great that they formed a friendship like this during such an incredible ordeal. I respect that Mike wasn't just a journalist getting a story, he was there for Wilma during this experience at various points in time.

During the presentation, I thought it was pretty amazing that Wilma spoke about her ability to forgive Mark Grant, Candace's killer. It takes a pretty incredible person to look past the injustice they endured as a family, and to be able to keep an open and forgiving mind in moving forward. She wanted to know everything she could about the man who took her daughters life, and she found that Mark was quite the victim himself. He came from an awful upbringing, and had really been through some trauma in his own life. She said that although it could never excuse what's happened, she looks at this information as somewhat of an explanation which helps her understand and accept what's happened.





























She spoke numerous times about her faith, which I think is very key in this book and was certainly understood in seminar. Seeing Wilma speak about her faith first hand, makes everything seem much more believable. I don't think many people would be so understanding and forgiving after going through what she has been through. You can tell that she is a woman of God, or something higher anyways for her her to choose the attitude that she has chosen. It's evident that her faith has helped mold the person she is today– she's a strong, forgiving, and compassionate woman.






Friday 16 March 2012

August: Osage County... wahh

If I wasn't stuck in bed feeling like hot garbage, I would most certainly be making my way down to MTC to check out August: Osage County.

Serious bummer.

I'm really disappointed that I won't be going this evening. I was so looking forward to getting lost in this intense play filled with family drama, secrets, scandal and substance abuse after this crazy week. If anyone has time before March 24 to go see this epic piece of live theatre – I strongly advise doing so.

August: Osage County is a darkly comedic play by Tracy Letts, and was a the recipient of a 2008 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.  The Winnipeg Free Press gave the play a 4.5 star review as well.

Check out this link for showtimes: http://www.mtc.mb.ca/Current-Plays/Hendry/August-Osage-county.aspx

ALSO.... wash your hands people, there's a flu bug going around.






Tuesday 13 March 2012

Ooops

Just realized that something wonky happened with my post last week– it's fixed now. Check out my Q&A post from last week, with Zach Bogosian. It was nice to hear his take on Winnipeg, and hear him recognize and appreciate the support that fans and our wonderful city provides for him and the Winnipeg Jets.

GO JETS GO!

Friday 9 March 2012

1-on-1 With Zach Bogosian

The ladies wanna date him, the men wanna be him....
I caught up with defencemen Zach Bogosian in preparation for a Q&A filler for my JetsMag magazine article. As magazines are wrapping up, I organized my video notes, and scribbled down some of our convo after a practice at the MTS Iceplex. 


Meet cowboy and hockey star Zach Bogosian.... Ohh to be twenty again.

What is your pre game meal? 
Spaghetti with meat sauce, and a splash of alfredo. No chicken or nothing.
Game day rituals? 
Warm up the same way, and get dressed the same way– more of a habit than a ritual.
How early do you arrive at the rink for games? 
Me and mark stuart are usually the first to get there. I usually get to the rink around 4:00 for a 7:30 game. I’m sitting around the rink for awhile.
Pregame pump up song? 
I usually let our captain Andew Ladd work the stereo, but the boys really like Rhianna. She’s pretty good.
Fave part of Winnipeg so far? 
Every game. It's a packed house and has such great atmosphere. The city itself, and the support we have is pretty secial to be a part of.
Fave restaurant? 
Brooklyn’s Bistro, Casa Grande. I like Italian food
What do you do on a typical day off? 
Ahh, lounge around. (Laughs) I like to hunt and fish, but it’s a bit too tiring during the year.
Hometown? 
Maseena, New York. The middle nowhere. It’s like not even on the map. 
(This is where he usually makes time to enjoy hunting and fishing)
Favourite sports team besides the Jets? 
I mean I like the New england Patriots. Well, I like Tom Brady. But, I dont necessarilly like the Patriots. I like Tom Brady. 
Twitter or FB? 
Neither. I see what goes on on those sites. I used to have FB though.
(NOTE: Since our interview, Mr. Bogosian gave in to the power of social media, and can now be followed on Twitter #Bogogo4 )

Dream golf foursome? 
Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Tom Brady, Me
Favourite place to hang after games? 
Usually just restaurants
Favourite Icecream flavour? 
Cookie Dough
Why number 4? I've always worn it; pretty much my whole life. There was never really any meaning behind it when i was younger. But, it just kinda stuck since Ive worn it since I was about 5. Ive always been it for every team I've been on.


Fave movie? 
Gladiator


Drink of Choice?
Budweiser (obvs)


Sending good vibes to all during the next week.
Tamara

Friday 2 March 2012

The Most Love

A few weeks ago I went to check out a friend play at Times Change. Although I've seen him play many times, it was this evening in particular, when i saw him perform for the first time as a one man band, that i truly recognized just how talented this young man is.

If you haven't checked his music out– check his music out. The Reverend Rambler, also known as Matt Colpitts, is a passionate musician full of soul, rhythm and blues.

If you ever have the chance to listen to this young man play Eric Clapton's Classical Guitar, he will blow your mind.

Much love


Friday 17 February 2012

Festival

Festival oui, oui, oui
Festival non, non, non
Festival du la voyageur!

Happy Reading Week! I'm kicking my break off with some good girlfriends, Bear Flag vino (a red blend), Bailey's and coffee, and Festival. So happy and so needed.

Enjoy!















Friday 10 February 2012

Winston

Since losing both of our family pets within the past year and a half, our home hasn't quite felt complete. B.J. and Bailey were little furry members of our family, that added to our family dynamic in a very special way. My parents thought it would be nice to have "no pets" for awhile. The only nice part was having zero responsibility– being able to come and go as you please, not having to clean up any messes. But, they've without a doubt missed the companionship.

There's something to be said about coming home from a long day, and having this four legged furball coming running to greet you at the door with the most excitement. So very happy to have their 'parents' come home to play. It always made my day, and I know my parents felt the same way.

When the puppy mill bust happened, we saw it as a sign to get a new pet. The Human Society would have an abundance of dogs needing homes. We called and they weren't quite ready to be adopted yet. We were fine waiting.... until we stumbled across an ad that caught my dad's eye.

He's always wanted a bulldog, so that's what we've been planning to get. We found an ad for a 5month old puppy, English Bulldog X... my mom thought we should just call to inquire. Turns out the man was going through a divorce, was working two jobs, pluss tattooing on the side just to help pay for his child. The puppy was locked up all day in a kennel, and again into the evening while the man went to his second job. Winnipeg's 'finest' kept calling about his pup, so he had kind of given up hope of giving his puppy a better home, until we came along.

Meet Winston!!







Such a handsome and loving boy!

The Adams clan has so much love to give and animals hold such a special space in our hearts, we are so pleased with our newest family member.

Tamara

Friday 3 February 2012

Friday 27 January 2012

What's A Girl To Do?

When I first started this blog, I thought I would write a blog that incorporated different wines that I drank – but in alphabetical order. This is proving to be a challenging task. I'd much rather drink the wines that I love, that I actually want to drink rather than being strapped to selecting a wine based on a particular alphabet letter.

I also find that I basically just write about whatever's going on in my life at that moment. I don't necessarily want to be restricted to always write about wine.

What do I do? Start a brand new blog? Or do I edit and delete a few posts and write up a new blog description?

Hmmph.

Happy Friday Folks!

Tamara


Friday 20 January 2012

Yoga and Bogo

I followed through with parts of last weeks post and decided to check out Bikram's hot yoga this week. It was pretty amazing. I may have felt like puking at one point, but that hasn't deterred me. I will in fact be returning this weekend! It really made me feel so happy, relaxed and instantly healthy. I forgot how great it is for mind and body. I headed to Organza following the class to grab an organic fruit and vegetable shake. I had the mango with greens- don't let the deep shade of green fool you, it was beyond delicious.

Off topic..... Got to interview Winnipeg Jets Mark Stewart and Zach Bogosian one on one today! Ohh, how I love CreComm so very much. We get some pretty cool opportunities. Bogo is a little country boy at heart, he loves hunting and fishing, Budweiser, and lives in the middle of nowhere. It was pretty cool chatting with them. It may have been even more so cool of the Jets for being so helpful in setting up these interviews to help us with our magazine project. Thank you Jets- Christina, Scott and Andrew!

Pretty impressed today and feeling utterly positive. Sending good vibes to all!

Happy Weekend!

Tamara

Friday 13 January 2012

Those Dang 2012 Reso's

Since the start of 2012, I made a slew of New Years Resolutions.....in my head. I may have shared one or two. I don't typically believe that setting such goals is necessarily a positive thing. Kinda think it sets you up for feeling guilty if things don't go "as planned".

With that said, I am feeling guilty.

I kept some of my resolutions a secret, they were just for me. Now I am understanding the importance of writing your goals and dreams down on paper. Apparently you are more likely to achieve success when they are written down? So I've been told in Psychology textbooks.

I was embarrassed to share some of my goals with loved one's– have no idea why. Perhaps, I thought they would think it was silly or lame. Or maybe they'd doubt me and I didn't want to hear it. Either way, I say screw it. It hasn't been happening so far, so I am officially writing some of my "resolutions" down. Judge me, laugh at me, love me.

Here, I will list a FEW of my goals- both silent and shared- for the start of 2012. I had like fifteen, you'd think 2011 was a bad year.

1.) Make time for all things peaceful. Whether it's yoga, meditation, writing, or a jog. Whatever I choose to be my therapy in that moment. Make time.
2.) Tamara, you are running the 1/2 marathon this year. Start up a regular training program. Buy those sweet Saucony's you're dying to run in. Update your iPod. Marathon- do it.
3.) BLOG- figure it out. Keep it current. Update it. Revamp if needed. A-Z of wine? Is my blog just all about me and my obsessions? or is it a combo of wine and me. Do it.
4.) Be present with family and friends. Sure my life may turn into a tornado, but remember to make some time to say "hi, how are you?"– at the very least. I miss them dearly.
5.) Nicolas Cringan.... thank you. Best thing in my life. I need and know this reso well.
7.) Love. With every ounce of my being.

I don't care if this cheesy, lame, or cliche. I am writing everything down from now on. This is my year. I will pour my little heart out if I have to.

Patience, calm, laughter and understanding, stay with me in 2012.

Laugh often and be kind.

Tamara

Keep u posted on my 7 hopes and dreams.