Monday, October 31, 2005

She told me she was 14...

The good thing about law school is that nothing really happens until December and April. As such, what better way to spend October than jet-setting around Canada? One weekend was spent at a Winnipeg wedding, the following was spent in Vancouver, and the past week found me at the Canadian Council on International Law conference in Ottawa. I flew in on Tuesday, staying at the Ottawa Jail Hostel. This place was literally a converted jail, with hostellers sleeping on bunks in cells. Compared to other hostels I've stayed in, it was quite cozy, and if you went up to the 7th floor, you could walk in the dark through an unconverted portion of the prison: a dangerously creaky wooden floor, the site of Canada's last public hanging, old cells, and ghosts if you're drunk enough. I didn't know anyone, so I went out on the hostel-organized pub crawl. Great times were had partying with travelling Australians, English, and Austrian tourists. It was interesting hearing outsider perspectives on this country. One of the pubs we hit was the oldest one in Ottawa, a lot like the Strat in Edmonton, which included a hammered 71-year-old Quebecois woman who had been going there for 30 years and liked to sing.

The rest of the week included an interesting conference, wandering through Ottawa's market late at night (a lot like Whyte), touring the Supreme Court, and seeing the Museum of Civilization in Hull. On that particular occassion, I got bad directions on walking to Quebec and, rather than simply cutting through downtown and crossing the bridge, I walked in a big loop through eastern Ottawa slums and chatted with homeless people.

Staying in the hostel brought back some memories about travelling. On the one hand, there's a certain excitement to meeting new people everyday, and going off to wherever the wind will take you. I would have loved to get on a train to Montreal and fuck off school and an assignment that needed to get done. At the same time, with travelling also comes short-lived transient relationships, a certain directionless malaise, and loneliness. While I was only there for a few days and, not travelling, was happy to get home to a real bed, the trip reaffirmed my desire to go abroad for a long time when I graduate.

Monday, October 24, 2005

The Sound of Music

I think I posted this on my first blog. Back in high school, I wrote a soundtrack to Ibsen's "A Doll's House" as an english project. It's in 5 sections and was written to reflect the major plot points. Enjoy!


Hit up Lux for a birthday party on Thursday. Lux used to be Chance, and is an Oilers-owned hangout for the downtown hipster crowd. 2 dollar martinis, a throw-back to the Whyte Avenue martini bars of yesteryear. A friend of mine who owns a rather successful business took me for a spin in his new Mercedes SLK. While my knowledge of cars extends to recognizing four wheels and a gas pedal, nothing beats zooming around through Edmonton in a hard-top convertible (even if you're drunk and really in no condition for hair-pin turns). Saturday I lost money playing poker, and was notably offered drugs whilst searching for a bank machine in the deserted downtown core at 1am. I now find myself staring November in the face as school starts to get busy, Law Show kicks into high gear, and the LSA thankfully simmers down.

I've been asked on two occasions in as many weeks by some female friends of mine why I don't have a girlfriend. Apparently I'm "charming". Good question, for another time. Perhaps they can give me reference letters to take to the bar.

Finally, for Monica: "Got drunk. Women are bitches."

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Hogg CJC

Peter Hogg, former Dean of Osgoode Hall and Canada's foremost expert on Constitutional Law, came to our law school this afternoon. He gave two talks, the first on Section 15 and the evolution of equality (which I attended), the second on a health care case in Quebec (which I sadly had to miss). Having written a paper on Section 15 once before, and having argued it in last year's Gale Cup Moot, I am very familiar with both the section, its jurisprudence, and Hogg's position on the matter. Nonetheless, the lecture was great, and his personal commentary was quite entertaining. I later spoke with him at a wine and cheese hosted by the LSA and discussed the Constitution. Quite an honour.

The weekend was spent in Vancouver at a debate tournament. Fun to see everyone again. Next week I'm heading off to a conference in Ottawa. Should be good.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

A Nice Touch

A tradition at many weddings (or so I assume) is for the newlyweds to kiss at the banquet when guests clink their glasses. My cousin and his bride changed it around a bit to require a donation to the Canadian Cancer Society to instigate a display of affection. I thought this was a nice touch, and very fitting given the circumstances. $1100 was raised that evening.

What I've Come to Realize

Welke is Bender.

Fun weekend. My cousin got married in Winnipeg, so I spent the weekend there with my family. Raised toasts and threw a few back with my 92-year-old grandmother, got reaquainted with cousins I haven't seen in a long time, chased after girls sitting on the other side of the church, and generally enjoyed the Ukrainian festivities. I want to see a Ukrainian-Irish, Ukrainian-Greek or Ukrainian-Italian wedding. It would be a lovely cross between "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and an AA meeting gone wrong.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


I got to play Guba on Friday night as part of the Senate's Out-of-Town Highschool Student Recruitment Initiative. Lots of fun, brutally hot in the costume, and hugs from girls.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


I often devise brutally brilliant topics for blog discussion. I then move on to do something else, don't come home for a while, and forget what I wanted to jot down. September has disappeared in a blur of finishing summer work, LSA tasks, more LSA tasks, and general merriment. I have yet to crack (and, in many cases, buy) my textbooks. This past weekend was little different: Thursday ended up with a late-night jaunt to Keegan's, Friday's Orientation volunteer party ended in similar fashion, Saturday likely would have followed suit had I made it through more than one-and-a-half bars of a four-bar pub crawl (nothing beats a stroll home from the Globe with a drunken detour for midnight grocery shopping at Safeway), while an intended day of Sunday recovery turned into a night at Scholar's followed by Chinese take-out and Family Guy episodes, rounded out with Fraternity Night at the Plant on Monday. Fun times indeed. In other news, Law Show practices have started. Brilliant white-boy choreography is about to begin.