Linda Quibell led a luminous cast in this triumphant all-woman performance. Everything about the production was clean & fine. I will be savouring the textures of this play for a long time to come.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
Amazing wildlife video
Debbie forwarded this. It’s long, but sensational. You could video animals for a thousand years and never get footage like this.
Tetris made of people
Quite literally, what it says.
It’s snowing again.
Daughter Katie’s coming over this afternoon and We Will, We Will Deadwood. Hopefully the transit system is up to the task of getting her here.
I found a hilarious critique of Libertarianism on line.
Last night I dreamed I was back in the High Park area of Toronto. I guess I’m sick of looking at stucco houses. I miss many things about Toronto; I miss seeing the CN Tower and I miss a lot of the friends I have there (Tammy, Catherine, Dave, Jan and others). I miss Kensington Market the way it was, I miss the colour of Lake Ontario on a windy fall day, I miss being able to ice skate outside in the wintertime.
Sometimes I wish I could live in three places at once, because there are things I miss about Montreal too. I miss the Dorval circle and the absolutely craziness of the town when the festivals like the Jazz festival and Just For Laughs were on; I miss how people dress with more style and drive with more verve (and frankly, consistently better than the unwashed hordes of incompetents who adorn the roads in Vancouver); I miss being able to hear Inuktitut spoken in the street; I miss skating in La Centre de la Nature in Laval, the best outdoor skating venue in Canada; I miss the wild variety of the weather, even.
One thing and another
Still… migraining. It comes and goes. Hopefully by the time I toddle off with Kopper (shoot, nearly typed ‘Kipper’) to see Hecuba it will be entirely lifted.
I actually practiced last night. Given how terrible I was (I could not finish A SINGLE song without fluffing words or chords or both) I think I will be pencilling in a lot more practice between now and Conflikt.
Oh, Allegra, are you going on again about the end of the world (II)
Oh, Allegra, are you going on about the end of the world again?
You might as well jump
Tinfoil hats all ’round, everybody!
I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Yesterday I saw a Youtube video shot by Rob Sawyer of Neil Gaiman in a blue tech gown holding a panda. This would not be in any way particular odd, except somebody put The Tubes’ Don’t Touch Me There as the soundtrack, which is screechingly hilarious. And it reminds me of my first husband, who still doesn’t have internet access, ack, gargle.
Yesterday I ran across this incredible piece of inane bs. I am posting the link only so I can imagine Debbie screeching, “Who does this guy think he is???? Maternal love only lasts 33 months???” The funny part is that some of it is fairly good, but the writing style makes me think that this dude’s not playing with a full emotional deck. Anyway, maternal love lasts as long as the oxytocin hit you get when you see your kid or hear their voice on the phone or get a letter or email from them lasts. And that, as we mothers know, is a long time. And if they crawl into bed with you for a nap or because they’ve had a nightmare, even if they’re 14, it makes for a feeling of emotional sweetness that is hard to beat. This dude doesn’t get the oxytocin thing. Too bad for him!!! Oh, and I know that men can love longer than 42 months. I’ve seen it.
Yesterday morning I was so angry that I wanted to kick every man I know down a flight of stairs, with the exception of Paul, Keith, John, Jeff, my dad and Jarmo – and maybe the guy who cleans my apartment building who’s an exceptionally nice man. Okay, maybe Parm at Renaissance Coffee. Shoot… I forgot Glenn and Mike; Tom, Tom U., ack, Brian C, Jim E. Okay, I was mad at one particular man and things were kind of spilling over… Then a man walked up to me and said, “Do you need a hug?” and I went “Aw!” Just think, that huggy guy doesn’t understand how much carnage he averted. Either that or he broke the glass labelled “What to do in case Allegra’s pulling her crap again.”
Yesterday I phoned my dad and said, “They changed the laws. It’s time.” Actually, I told my mother that, she’s more tactful than I am. pOp was working until his 70th birthday as a crossing guard (note, employment not exactly as shown), and he really misses it.
Yesterday I got Himalayan Peaks takeout and it was completely yummy.
Yesterday evening I got on the phone with the guy I’m so mad at, and we squared things away. I should just quit getting mad. It never lasts; it never accomplishes anything.
Soon I’m going to see some live theatre, which reminds me I should get off my keester and see if Kopper got tickets or whether I ought to or not. And soon, singing on Monday nights. Happy sigh.
I am still flashing on Ville dancing to Safety Dance on Dance Dance Revolution. He repeated it about 15 times so I’m having a hell of a time shaking it, and the little flash of Morris Dancers in the background keeps coming up as well.
I am looking at my stannomancy and thinking…. There’s a waterbird. And a leg. And a wedding (which I already knew about because Shannon and Jerome are getting married).
Canadians are nuts.
Helllllllo, breakfast
More redhead news….
Health care spending / life expectancy
This is a very interesting chart. I do not know if it is true.
Migraine
Had a migraine – a really weird one – most of the day yesterday and now I just feel ‘distinctly odd.’ And with a day of intense work in prospect, how pleasant. There’s other stuff going on which is far from pleasant, but not suitable for exposition. Let the record show that I am continuing to plumb the depths of my ignorance, stupidity and personal weaknesses in new and cringe-making ways. Or that might just be the migraine talking. Must think of something cheerful… oh, the cafeteria at work is back in operation today! That’s always a happy thought.
I made no resolutions this year. It should be a much less disappointing January.
Happy New Year
Well, that was a simply glorious evening. Mike and Heather turned up about 9:30 so we had an actual “There are more than two family molecules here” partay. I didn’t know and Jarmo didn’t either that both he and I had invited Mike – and Katie got into the action and got on the phone with him as well.
I got there about seven thirty, all choked because nothing was open so I could pick up more supplies. I watched a family game of Texas Hold’em, which I had never seen before. Kids arrived about half an hour later, and that’s when the trouble really started; we made the discovery that our hosts had Guitar Hero II and Dance Dance Revolution.
If the downstairs neighbour had been in (he’s a bouncer, so one can imagine how he was occupied last night) he’d have pounded every one of our heads in, seriatim. As it was I danced so much my back actually feels better today. Then Mike broke out the Guitar Hero III and the duels/cooperative mode play began! It was amazing watching Keith and Eric thrash out some SOS by the Police, and then he and Mike did Warpigs. THEN THE STANNOMANCY.
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Below is all five of them – for the three of us. Keith and Katie both got twins! Keith’s were almost perfectly even and symmetrical – except one was a boy and one was a girl which you will note if you look closely at the top two – and Katie got a dragon and a whale – the bottom two. Mine’s the moon curve in the middle…
Below, Katie’s
Below mine, held by Katie to give you an idea of the size. It was the largest of the evening by a wide margin, which might or might not have had something to do with going last. Jarmo’s was the only one with ‘money’ in it.
Below, Keith and Mike play co-op on Warpigs.
And here’s Katie, wearing my 2008 as a Goth Tiara….
We took off about 1:30 – I drove the kids home and cleared the door of my apartment just after 2. Then I phoned Katie to say, “yes mom I’m home”.