127 pages, dozens of hectic emails, millions of observations, 4 Censuses of Population and 1 National Household Survey (NHS) later, and still I could give you the findings of my paper in a few points. Consequently, I somewhat resent this culmination of my degree, which ran to more than twice its recommended length.
In 1986, 36.9% of Canadian women did not have a high school diploma.
By 2011 only 8.9% of Canadian women did not have a high school diploma.
At least there are some interesting insights into how some things in Canada have changed between 1986 and 2011. I examined the individual files of women from these censuses and the NHS, and on their files, the number of children in their census family.
- Among the total sample of women aged 25-50, higher education had a negative effect on the number of children present. This lessened over time.
- Among women aged 35-50, after 1986 higher education had a positive effect on the number of children.
- Lesser-educated women may have children earlier than well-educated women, but completed family sizes are turning out to be very similar.
- Women aged 35-50 show higher mean numbers of children, an indicator of how women are having children later in life. But this is not true of immigrants. Foreign-born women are probably having their children earlier.
- Women’s wages have a clear negative correlation with the number of children.
- If a woman is in a common law union, this has a large negative effect on the average number of children in the family.
From 1986 to 2011, the portion of women with college degrees rose from 27.5% to 38.7%.
I’m going to spend some time on voodoo rituals to gain the goodwill of my unknown grader, who will suddenly receive 127 pages (a good 77 more pages than he/she would have likely anticipated) of unfamiliar tosh which simply works toward articulating those 6 points. And although those points form my Conclusion, I found the little facts in italics to be more interesting than the meat and potatoes of my work. It’s the small things, right?
Between 1986 and 2011 the portion of women with degrees above the Bachelor’s level rose from 3.5% to 10.6%.
I hope this essay chokes on my dust as I fly to Japan.
As of our age, blue is the last colour to be invented by mankind. Blue is the colour of the future, blue comprises 70% of our planet’s surface, and according to Wikipedia, it is the most popular colour in US and European opinion polls. Blueshift is the shortening of wavelengths as celestial bodies hurtle towards us.
Blue is the colour we gave to the sky, yet it hardly ever appears in nature.
Continue reading “Blue – Worlds and Wonders”
It does not take much strength to lift a hair, it does not take sharp eyes to see the sun and moon, it does not take sharp ears to hear a thunderclap.
~ Sun Tzu
Two nights ago I read 9 of the 13 sections of The Art of War, and wrote 13 pages of notes. I need hardly explain why my dreams were medieval and confusing. I could explain why I am doing this during exams, with my undergraduate seminar paper hanging over my head, but only if I knew.
Perhaps some of you are also perverse in timing things. I read Sun Tzu’s carefully framed quotations and the commentary offered by those such as Li Quan, Mei Yaochen, and Zhang Yu, and simply didn’t find a stopping place. Reading their reflections on terrain called to mind the varied landscapes of China, and I found myself Googling images of mountain jungles and rice fields.
I did not read the remaining four sections because I thought I should do some math instead. It turns out this was an excuse to pick up another book.
Today I finished Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I discovered a “Reader” app on my super-high-tech-complicated Android phone, and lo and behold, there were classic book inside. Free.
How could I not read a free copy of Dracula, which I had never read before?
So I exchanged the “ground of life and death” for the wilds of Transylvania, and the Count’s great ruined castle on its promontory. Continue reading “China, Transylvania, and Rome”
Orison – 1
Orison – 2
Orison – 3
Even without sight I could tell as the house loomed and I was borne within.
I could only act as myself in part, and could be nothing more than what I pretended to be. On this my life rested. My eyes flashed open once inside, and with a cry I let out all the fear that had been building. The man carrying me did not so much as miss a step. The house was great and empty, and I froze in awe at the room he brought me into. It stirred memories too old to recall. Cushions littered the floor around a low mahogany card table. Divans made a half-circle, and a great harp stood behind them.
I wriggled free. I think he let me do so, for there was no other way out of the room, and I scrambled away across the cushions until there was nowhere left to go, and there I sat drooping but wary, exhausted by the effort. Continue reading “Orison – 4”
Never shun a glory low and faded
But stand upon the backs of ages
Climb the columns and tangle hands
In vines wreathing alabaster span
Green touch of time on ruined might
As flowers strewn on graves incite
A soft fatality, a delight sublime
In wondrous crafts of bygone times
Copyright Elizabeth Cook 2013
La Belle Époque m’a dit:
Que vous êtes folle, ma chère petite,
En vos paroles des années d’or!
Quand chaque moment est le devant
Je suis toujours, autrefois
© 2013 Elizabeth Cook
– photo of Zelda Fitzgerald
There are not the sounds within the forest that there used to be.
Though the Historian can conjure up all that was – the poplar children, shy yet bold, the ageing men within the oaks, the rowan women who pretended indifference – this is but one symptom of a mind mired in the past.
And what the Historian conjures, like the lightest of veils, drifts away whenever the wind sweeps past without the slightest mutter of leaves or the scurrying of small things. Continue reading “The Sylvan Historian”