Defending My Position

I was going to talk about my social teacher today, but changed my mind.
It seems sometimes someones stand or position on an issue isn't understood by all. Therefore this is about why I defend my position."

"A father and his son are involved in an auto accident. Both are seriously injuredand are rushed to seperate hospitals. The son is immediately readied for surgery: at the first sight of him, however, the surgeon says, "I cannot operate on this patient--he's my son!"
How is this so?

So if you questioned this after reading and thought how could he have two fathers, you are brain trained. We all are, somehow the majority who read this assume the surgeon is a man. In fact it his Mother. Why do we jump to this perception. Our culture and experiences have tainted our thinking into an incorrect assumption.
Many positions in life are responded to by our assumptional training from our culture and familiar experiences. Therefore if I support Ralph Klein and his Health Care Reform ideas am I wrong. Many may be quick to argue that a third-tier system will not work, is indeed harmful.
Are you a linear thinker or are you brain trained by the culture, and experiences you are comfortable. We have always had public healthcare, without the experience of another system it is incorrect for us to assume a third-tier-system will not work.
Therefore on a philosophical perspective it is narrow minded to argue one system over the other.
So did you assume the surgeron was a man or not?

The Lost Art

I skimmed through highschool on a talent of creativity. Somehow I was lucky enough to have a handful of teaches that enjoyed reading essays with more individual thought than rewritten theories. I hated homework, but was quick enough to absorb material basics for exams. When I think back to some of my work both in high school and college I wonder what my instructors thought. Here are some examples of successful creativity, that recieved praise and top marks, while still understanding the concept of the subject.

English 20 we were asked to do a poster deplicting the symbolism of peace. This assignment also asked for a written essay about how our poster protrayed peace.

Not one to work on homework, my project was left for the last moment. Upon entering my English class I quickly wrote my essay and attatched it to a blank sheet of paper.
When asked to present my work, I went to the front of the class with my blank peace of paper.
Of course the mouths dropped, but as I read the essay on the need for space and time without stimulating images of manipulation my instructor smiled. Peace, I summed up is not about provoking, leading, or creating. It is a moment of nothingness, empty time and space that allows for the emotional, social and intellegtual self to be uninterupted in such an overwelming world.
For my English teacher, this was creativity showing complete understanding of the task assigned and believe it or not she gave me an A.

Now to some this is laziness, or cheating. The reality is if you can outwit them unknowingly than maybe that is no more lazy than talented creativity. Later I'll tell you about the essay on the industrial revolution and my feedback from a right winged rigid social studies instructor.

Winning a Missing Cup

Well we did it. We won the Valentine's Cup. Our final game of hockey was intense. First two periods holding a tie score, coming ahead in the third with a 7 to 4 lead. Wow

My husband and I attended the awards dinner and dance last night. We had an enjoyable evening, although we we're awarded a dud.
It seems the last two years the Ladies Valentines Cup, which is large and heavy similar to that of the Stanley Cup has gone missing. With 31 years of Valentines Cup play-offs it is large and heavy enough not to be easily misplaced, so one would think. Well, it is missing, and noone seems to have any idea where it went. Therefore for the awards dinner they awarded us with a replacement prop. Noone knowing the difference except on close inspection.
It really didn't matter in the moment but today I am puzzled by the unresolved mystery of our Cup. In a town of only 1400 people this trophy could not be easily overlooked, lost or otherwise.
What would you do with such a trophy, and why do you think it went missing?

Game Number Two

Another game last night. This time the game was similiar to the Italians vs Canadain hockey in the Olympics. A 15-4 win. Although unlike the Olympics, we all played for fun and noone condemned us for the high score difference. The other team was short players so we even gave them some of ours. Somehow from my experience last night I am a little annoyed by the Italian team for their self-pity. To stop scoring goals during a game because of a unfair score spread is ridiulous. That to me is like telling a golfer to aim for the dug-out, a skier to ski on his hands, or to hunt without wildlife. The whole point is to get the puck in the net, taking that purpose away leaves the sport pointless.
The Lamont girls played and enjoyed the game never the less. They played hard and requardless of the score everyone played a great game of hockey.
So to you Italian women who play hockey, get over it, suck it up , and enjoy the game for if you aren't playing to score, Why are you playing?

Valentine Cup

So it's that time of year again. Yesterday was our first play-off game in the Valentines Cup. Our team has been practicing all winter for this. Last year the Lamont Rockettes beat us in the A final. Oh, but not this year, even with all their mean and nasty methods of tripping, stick holding, and board slamming we won a great victory of 7-2. Somehow I truly believe that the good beats out evil. The Rockettes are a younger team and alot more agressive than us middle aged Spirits.
We play for fun, and pray before each game that we won't break any bones. Although we lost the Beer shoot out, the win of a tough game fueled our joy. Thursday we play again, this time a more civilized team. Wish us luck.