Thursday, February 27, 2014

Nahlah Ayed - A Thousand Farewells

I recently read Nahlah Ayed's book A Thousand Farewells, and while it wasn't quite as good as a big plate of bacon, eggs, hashbrows, and a glass of milk, it turned out to be quite an informative and enjoyable book. 

A Thousand Farewells begins with Ayed's journey from St. Boniface, to Amman, Jordan, where her parents forced her to spend seven years of her childhood to teach her about her culture and people. It then speaks of her return to Osborne Village to work in a store with her family, before going to Ottawa for journalism school. The majority of the book however revolves around her experiences as a reporter as she covers the war in Iraq, unrest in Lebanon, and the revolution in Egypt. 

This book works great because of the subject matter and the way that it is presented by Ayed. Ayed is living a journalist's dream for the most part. She was one of the first reporters in Afghanistan after America invaded, as she was for the Iraq war. She also happened to be in Lebanon during the Israeli hostage crisis, and the more recent Egyptian revolution. I think the stories of mosque bombings, shoot-outs, and interviews with people describing incredible and usually horrible events make the book hard to put down.

What didn't work for me though was the bouncing back and forth between Ayed's personal experiences and the political and historical conflict that she was involved in. It was done as well as it could, but I was so struck with a witness's testimony about Iraqi torture houses, that I really wanted to hear more about it. But by that time, Ayed was talking about funerals, and after capturing that so well I naturally wanted to hear more about it, but by that time, she was writing about her time covering the mass exodus from Iraq to Syria. She's a reporter, so it's her job to just touch on things and give a three-minute news piece about it, but I would've loved more detail on some subjects and less details on others. 

One of the only things missing from A Thousand Farewells was a definite conclusion, and that's hardly Ayed's fault. It's hard to put a bow on a story about the Middle East, and I felt like her epilogue only raised a ton more questions. It was like her book ended on a question mark and that was pretty unsatisfying, but it's non-fiction, and I guess that's the way it is sometimes.

I think journalists can learn a lot about talking to people and how to get something when you know they don't want to give it to you. As a female reporter in the Middle East, it must have presented difficulties for Ayed that would have been tough to overcome, but she somehow gets interviews from a lot of people. One of my favourite parts in the book is when she's interviewing an Iraqi man who just got one of his relatives out of a mass grave made under the Saddam Hussein regime, and then man asks where she's from. After finding out she's a Sunni, he gives a disapproving look and people gather and start rabbling.  Then Ayed pushes back and says, "I've lived most of my life in Canada. I know what he did and it was wrong. Do you want to do this interview and tell the world what's happened to your family or not?" And the man relaxes and does the interview. Ayed says early on in her Jordanian refugee camp house how she felt angry when boys got preferential treatment over girls, and that shows today. She knows when to push back, and when to be kind, and this is information journalists could definitely use.

A few years ago, I read Faith at War by Yaroslav Trofimov and that was a terrific book. It also took a look at the Middle East and featured interviews with civilians affected by the war. I feel that book though, had a certain topic that it was focused on, while A Thousand Farewells, rather than focusing on war in the Middle East, focused on Ayed's experience while covering war in the Middle East. 

This book affected me in several different ways. My heart broke for her as a child, to be uprooted from her cozy Canadian life and cast into a Jordanian refugee camp is pretty heartbreaking. During her adult years though, I felt a mix of emotions. Heartbreak for the people of Iraq and Afghanistan, joy and sadness for Egypt, and all this with an underlying pride that Ayed was able to be there for it all. 

Plus, she's from Winnipeg, so that really seals the deal. 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Little Sister is Watching You

Little Sister Coffee Maker is a small, independent coffee shop on River Avenue. I used to think that it's sole customers were pretentious hipsters looking for anti-corporate biscotti's to Instagram. But after going there a few times, I think Little Sister delivers a truly great product that everyone can enjoy.

Or maybe I'm just a pretentious hipster... Oh, shit. My whole world just collapsed. Excuse me.

Nah, that can't be it. I keep it real on the regs, and that's a fact.

Here is the Pastry Bomb in question.
The croissant looks innocent enough, but take a bite, and
flaky pastry shrapnel flies everywhere. It doesn't harm
anyone, but you look like a maniac eating it.
Also a fact, Little Sister's chocolate croissants are such a delectable treat, that even Eckhart Tolle would get lost in the memory of it. Eating it felt so good. I haven't felt that good since I bought that old Fleetwood Mac bootlegged 7" and lost it while I was riding my unicycle home, but then found a copy of the Rumours LP when I was tending to my organic vegetable garden in Wolseley. It was THAT good.

That being said, it was pretty damn flaky. One bite in, and the thing exploded in my face like a pastry I.E.D. It was delicious, but I looked like a weirdo walking down the street eating it. The trail of crumbs I left behind me made me look like a pig, and I don't appreciate that Little Sister! I wish it was a little softer and chewier, like McDonald's or Starbucks.

I'd love to see them change up the designs
in the foam of these lattes. Looking at this
design 5 different times a day gets boring!
Little Sister's coffee tastes great, but their latte's are downright addictive. In fact, they're so good that it's kind of a piss-off that they don't have a larger size available. While the average person living in Osborne Village prefers to live a French lifestyle of keeping it small and treat-like, I, on the other hand, prefer to live an upsized-Arkansas lifestyle, and gorge on the great trough of extra-large sized gluttony. If the cup fits in the cupholder in my car, it's too small. So I'd love to see Little Sister come out with a bigger cup, like McDonald's or Starbucks does.

Sometimes I'll order two, as if I'm bringing one for a friend, but I'm not. I'm chugging one on the walk home, and then slowly sipping the second. It's a secret that I'm spilling like so much latte foam on my chin. I've taken your small, independent, socially and politically conscious espresso hole and turned it into a glutton hub, no better than a McDonald's or Starbucks.

Little Sister Coffee Maker is literally the little sister company of Parlour Coffee, but I'm not gonna go into the history of it. You should know this. You should also know that Winnipeg has a really high number of independent coffee shops, from Thom Bargen, to Urban Forest, among others, there's no shortage of places to Instagram your coffee. No one is gonna Instagram McDonald's or Starbucks, unless it's for ironic purposes.

But I recommend you check out Little Sister, mainly because you might run into me there, waiting for a latte and judging everyone that looks exactly like me.

As a special bonus for this post, I'd like to point out that popular rock n' roll band, Queens of the Stone Age actually wrote a song about Little Sister Coffee Maker and performed it on Letterman! Incredible publicity for such a small, independent coffee house. As a CreComm student, I'm impressed!


Friday, February 7, 2014

Stressed Breakfast Phones It In!


Last night I dreamt of breakfast reviews past,
eggs and bacon were put on blast. 
My thoughts were heavy with things to do, 
for without time, there's no review. 

Come back next week! I'll have some pics 
of eggs and bacon prepared by dicks, 
who don't know what the term 'over-easy' means!
I promise.

-Tyler Penner