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| My name is Adene and I live in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada. I'm right now finishing up my Masters thesis which is about Aboriginal social housing programs in Canadian cities. There are approximately 92 Aboriginal corporations across the country delivering the Urban Native Housing Program. All together they are responsible for over 10,000 units for Aboriginal families, individuals and seniors. The need is greater, but there have been many lives made better by what does exists. I found this to be the case for many of the elderly living at Wigwamen Terrace, an apartment building in downtown Toronto for Aboriginal seniors. I did interviews with some of the tenants there, and which by far was the most interesting and enjoyable part of my research. Only part way through the first "interview," I abandoned my list of questions, and more or less just sat back and listened to what the residents had to say. In short, most conveyed that they really liked living there. They liked the other folks in the building, the staff, the cleanliness... They have a Seniors' Club that organizers dinners, 50/50 draws and bingo! Right next door is the Native Canadian Centre (a friendship center) where many go for their lunch program, not to mention a host of other activities and lots of company. Anyway, in short, it's a neat space, right in the center of Canada's largest city. This doesn't say much about myself, but it is something I've been very interesting in during the past few years. And it's sort of an example of my favourite thing in the whole wide world (and universe) -- that there are ALWAYS new and interesting things to learn about and experience. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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| I guess I've long thought extraterrestrial life existed... When I was little, I was pretty convinced I had been adopted and that my *real* mother was a martian (and my father a dinosaur). I had been born on Mars, and soon after moved to China, and my big family of lots of brothers and sisters wrote letters and sent pictures which I kept on a shelf in my closet. After a while I gave up trying to convince my *adopted* family that I didn't really belong to them, probably because they didn't take me seriously. My sister thought it was particularly funny, though she sometimes played along. In fact, I think it was she who convinced me of the being born on Mars bit -- I had liked the China idea better. In retrospect, I sometimes think the extraterrestrial facts of my life story were influenced by the novelty of using words like martian and dinosaur -- they seemed rather adult-sounding at the time. On the other hand, who knows, maybe I really did know what I was talking about, and have since just repressed the memory. Well in that vein, I think it's important to transmit signals out to other galaxies. I'd like to someday be reunited with my other family. |
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