reved Spring '11 Issue #24
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grown into the newspaper you are presently reading, is one such adventurous spirit. Meeting our publisher you wouldn’t necessarily assume she had scaled Mount Assiniboine, travelled alone around western Africa, cycled from Paris to Istanbul or spent the night on a snowy mountain in Peru camped beside a dead Austrian brought down earlier that day by a rescue team.
Photo: Adrian Estergaard
With the exception of camping next to the dead guy these are the sorts of adventures I covet but will probably never have enough of that independent, adventurous spirit for; too much of the cautious two year old still stubbornly remains.
Reved creator, Heather Lea, tries to fit into city life and kicks herself for forgetting the heels, briefcase and iPad.
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Adventures Great and Small by Alison Lapshinoff Evidently I was a screamer. Looking back, I’m not sure what I was so upset about but my mother’s accounts of my early years do not sound too pleasant. Apparently I was one of those annoyingly clingy children, who was painfully shy and resolutely refused to leave my poor mother’s side without making this known to everyone in the general vicinity by screaming bloody murder. I abhorred unfamiliar people and places. If, at two years old, I was left alone in, say, a busy shopping mall, I would probably have just stood there and wailed in terror. My husband on the other hand was an entirely different sort of hellion. He was the sort of toddler, who if idly ignored for a mere moment in a busy shop, would be off gallivanting on his own while his mother searched the aisles frantically trying to find him.
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If she was lucky he would be happily playing with the transformers, oblivious to her absence. Not so lucky might have found him outside digging holes in the flower beds or perhaps dodging cars in a busy parking lot and asking strangers for candy.
Staff writers Alison Lapshinoff Colin Titsworth Emily Beaumont
I can’t help but wonder what sort of a child these two polar opposites might bring into the world but we will find out in March. Will we end up with a shy, screaming banshee? Or perhaps a sly little imp with an over-developed sense of independence?
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Contributors Brendan Ginter Christina Hui Emily Smith
It is an interesting thing to observe how children and people in general develop. I was always shy, cautious and generally well-behaved. My report cards always said I was a ‘pleasure to work with’ and my grades were always good. But this was not to last.
I had the grave misfortune of reaching the impressionable preteen years in the late 1980s - a time when pointy shoes, skinny jeans and tight miniskirts came into their own. Lots of hairspray and big bangs, long dangly earrings and thick blue eyeliner were the signs of the times. I am sorry to say that I embraced these fads wholeheartedly. By this time I was not afraid of going to the mall without my mother and spent hours there idly hanging out with dubious characters honing my shoplifting skills and smoking cigarettes defiantly daring the world to try and stop me. These are two habits that have since fallen by the wayside as I was never very good at either of them. Despite these rocky beginnings I have grown into what I consider to be a relatively normal adult. And strangely enough despite my early misgivings about the new and unfamiliar I seemed to have developed a fascination for foreign places and different cultures, something that manifests itself as a constant desire to travel. My husband on the other hand with his strong childhood independence usually just rolls his eyes at all my latest travel whims and lets me do as I please. I have been lucky to visit many places in my twenties from Australia, New Zealand and Southeast Asia to Argentina and Chile as well as much of southern Europe. I cannot, no matter how much I would like to, become one of those independent adventurers, who gallivant around the world for months at a time completely on their own. I have always admired these folks. For me the height of independence was 10 days alone in Mexico, perhaps the adult equivalent of leaving me alone in the mall at two, minus the screaming. Heather Lea, who five years ago founded this quarterly arts and culture publication that has since
Clearly life’s journey is full of different stages. Some of the traits one possesses at aged two can stick with you for a lifetime yet habits that one picks up at 13 are not necessarily indica tions of what sort of adult a person is to become. As I prepare to embark on a new sort of adventure likely involving a little screamer of my own, Heather is on entirely different sort studying multimedia in Vancouver, which will likely result in her returning with a head full of fun, new ideas to apply to Reved. While her adventure will be brief, mine will last a lifetime so I hope it agrees with me. Adventures come in all shapes and sizes. For some, it means scaling sheer snowy mountain peaks or visiting politically unstable countries where men with machine guns stand alert at train stations and shopping malls. For others it can simply mean a short, solo trip abroad or moving to a new place. But for a few of our smaller, younger citizens an adventure can be something as simple as finding oneself unexpectedly alone in a busy grocery store. I hope I like my new adventure because if I don’t I might scream!
What's in there?
Pg.2 Artist in Profile Pg.3 The Scene Pg.4 What Matters Pg.6 Heritage Moments Pg.7 Music Notes; Emerging Pg.8 Health and You Pg.9 Health and Wellness Pg.10 What's Your Biz'ness Pg.11 Get Outta Here; From The Streets Pg.12 Sleeps n' Eats