I have forever complained about our sovereignists hijacking what is billed as "La Fête de tous les Québécois". The recent antics of our Société St-Jean-Baptiste has proven, once more, that for our Patriotes only Francophones, and not all francophones for that matter, can be Québécers. Threatening to withraw sponsorship from a community event should Anglo performers, even willing to perform in French, were kept on the program is discrimination at it's very glorious best.
J'ai souvent affirmé que mon patronyme grec m'excluait, pour de nombreuses personnes, du groupe des québécois, moi et tous les autres possesseurs d'un nom exotique peu importe leur langue d'usage, or me voici, encore une fois, confirmé dans cette opinion. Depuis 1976, la Fête dite nationale n'est plus ma Fête...and it will stay that way for a long time still...or until the sovereignists come to their senses that they will never get their dream without the Anglos and guys like me.
lundi 15 juin 2009
jeudi 11 juin 2009
Spaghetti!
Last night was volunteering night at the SPCA for my cat loving daughters. They then go straight from their offices to the SPCA. The wife and I have a meal to our liking without having to cater to our celibate twins fancies. We had leftover hamburger meat from a taco meal Saturday night to please our grandson. We had some red pepper garlic in olive oil, (of course the oil was spanish not greek but then you don't look a gift horse in the mouth), brought to us from Spain by our daughter-in-law and a little pizza sauce, Gattuzzo that is. So I told the wife I would make spaghetti à la Costo.
I brought some water laced with a bit of salt and lots of garlic powder to a boil; I then dumped in some whole wheat spaghetti. My wife hates al dente, so when the pasta was a little overcooked, I drained and set it aside. Then, I sauteed the olives in their oil adding sliced mushrooms, when everything was suitingly light brown I added the meat, already cooked, warmed it along with the olives and mushrooms and finally added the pizza sauce...and some red wine. When in doubt I always add wine. Every thing being nicely mixed and hot I mixed in the spaghetti then sprinkled it with grated parmesan, provolone, asiago and mozzarella and put it to broil in the oven about 8 minutes. It was pronounced delicious. We washed it down with Muscadet, my wife, and I with Côtes du Ventoux.
Not orthodox Mediterranean cooking...but very good.
I brought some water laced with a bit of salt and lots of garlic powder to a boil; I then dumped in some whole wheat spaghetti. My wife hates al dente, so when the pasta was a little overcooked, I drained and set it aside. Then, I sauteed the olives in their oil adding sliced mushrooms, when everything was suitingly light brown I added the meat, already cooked, warmed it along with the olives and mushrooms and finally added the pizza sauce...and some red wine. When in doubt I always add wine. Every thing being nicely mixed and hot I mixed in the spaghetti then sprinkled it with grated parmesan, provolone, asiago and mozzarella and put it to broil in the oven about 8 minutes. It was pronounced delicious. We washed it down with Muscadet, my wife, and I with Côtes du Ventoux.
Not orthodox Mediterranean cooking...but very good.
Apprendre une langue
Un ami blogueur européen nous apprenait récemment que sa fille, désireuse d'améliorer son français langue seconde, ou plus, avait acheté la traduction française, God save la France, du livre de Stephen Clarke One year in the merde. Intrigué, j'ai été à la Grande bibliothèque du Québec, à Montréal. Pas un grand exploit, 25 minutes par Métro/autobus, station de Métro au sous-sol de la bibliothèque, autobus devant chez-moi. Les deux exemplaires en anglais étaient sortis, mais les six en français étaient disponibles.
Le livre constitue une charge à fond de train contre le système français. Le premier chapître est très drôle mais la rosserie prend le dessus d'octobre à mai. Les chapîtres portent le nom des mois qui se succèdent. Si la demoiselle voulait apprendre tout le vocabulaire érotique du parigot, elle a bien choisi. La traduction me semble asses bien faite et les coquilles, s'il y en a, assez mineures pour passer inaperçues.
C'est un bon divertissement, pour l'apprentissage???
Le livre constitue une charge à fond de train contre le système français. Le premier chapître est très drôle mais la rosserie prend le dessus d'octobre à mai. Les chapîtres portent le nom des mois qui se succèdent. Si la demoiselle voulait apprendre tout le vocabulaire érotique du parigot, elle a bien choisi. La traduction me semble asses bien faite et les coquilles, s'il y en a, assez mineures pour passer inaperçues.
C'est un bon divertissement, pour l'apprentissage???
lundi 8 juin 2009
Celebrations?
On 6 June, we remembered D Day. Others were, maybe, remembering the beginning of the end of a dream, evil as that dream may have been. Now don't misread me. I shudder at the thought that this dream could have come true and we were right to crush it. That is not my point.
I just happenned to think that one person's cause for jubilation can be another's cause for sorrow. For instance, I win the lottery jackpot; it means another one did not. My team wins, the supporters of the losing team can't be as happy as I am, no?
When rejoicing we tend to forget about the other less fortunate ones. Should we look at how we rejoice and celebrate and how, at times, it may affect some other peoples? When an U.S. group planned a commemoration of our Plains of Abraham battle, on the Plains, in Québec, it caused such a ruckus that they withdrew their project. For over 300 years, in Ireland, riots have erupted when the Orangemen commemorate the Battle of the Boyne. Is all that really necessary?
I just happenned to think that one person's cause for jubilation can be another's cause for sorrow. For instance, I win the lottery jackpot; it means another one did not. My team wins, the supporters of the losing team can't be as happy as I am, no?
When rejoicing we tend to forget about the other less fortunate ones. Should we look at how we rejoice and celebrate and how, at times, it may affect some other peoples? When an U.S. group planned a commemoration of our Plains of Abraham battle, on the Plains, in Québec, it caused such a ruckus that they withdrew their project. For over 300 years, in Ireland, riots have erupted when the Orangemen commemorate the Battle of the Boyne. Is all that really necessary?
mercredi 3 juin 2009
Vive la République.
La France va célébrer, le 6 juin, l'anniversaire du débarquement en Normandie qui, en 1944, marqua le début de la fin du IIIe Reich. Pour l'occasion, M. Sarkosy a invité le président des États Unis d'Amérique, M. Barak Obama et le premier ministre britannique, M. Gordon Brown. Le président français a irrité les britanniques en n'invitant pas la reine Élizabeth II. L'Élysée a expliqué timidement que la Grande-Bretagne avait été invitée en la personne de son premier ministre. Pauvre M. Sarkosy qui ignore que le premier ministre de Grande-Bretagne n'est pas le chef d'état de la Grande-Bretagne, contrairement à lui-même et à M. Obama dans leur pays respectif.
En même temps, la France semble avoir oublié l'importante contribution canadienne et australienne au débarquement de Normandie M. Sarkosy et compagnie devraient peut-être suivre un petit cours d'histoire et de politique? Que vous en semble?
En même temps, la France semble avoir oublié l'importante contribution canadienne et australienne au débarquement de Normandie M. Sarkosy et compagnie devraient peut-être suivre un petit cours d'histoire et de politique? Que vous en semble?
dimanche 31 mai 2009
the perils of blogging
Well the first annual international Aunty Day has come and gone. The whole family was there and the Aunties were duly honored...and thouroughly enjoyed it. Of course the whole thing was to be a surprise.
However, yesterday my beloved daughters went to a lady friend of theirs. Now Sylvie is fond of the Internet and blogging in particular. Proud of their father they told Sylvie about my blog...so Sylvie promptly found it and the secret also. They told us only when the whole thing was over. The surprise was ours.
Morality: don't put a secret on your blog.
However, yesterday my beloved daughters went to a lady friend of theirs. Now Sylvie is fond of the Internet and blogging in particular. Proud of their father they told Sylvie about my blog...so Sylvie promptly found it and the secret also. They told us only when the whole thing was over. The surprise was ours.
Morality: don't put a secret on your blog.
samedi 30 mai 2009
Auntie Day
Tomorrow, the Costopoulos family launches a new tradition: Aunts Day. Henceforth the last Sunday in May will be Aunt Day. We have Mother's Day, Father's Day, Grandparents Day and all manners of Days...but no one has thought about aunts. Yet when I look at my spinster daughters doting over their nephew and niece, the love and devotion they have for those kids, I say it is high time to do something to honor that aspect of familyhood. So tomorrow we wil have the Aunts Special Dinner, Alexis (13) will produce a special card for the occasion, Arianne (3) will be , hopefully, on her best behaviour and mom, dad, brother, sister-in-law will pitch toghether to get them the DVDs of a TV series they loved. Which one? My son is on it so I can't tell at this very moment. Pass the word around, spinster aunties are af orgotten and neglected part of our society. Let's right the wrong.
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