It's Sunday morning, and I took one last tour around Paris. It's quieter on a Sunday morning, but there is always people out and about. I went to the Champs Elysees and they're setting up for the derniere partie of Le Tour de France. It would have been fun to stick around to watch them do laps around that wide street.
This has been a wonderful trip. It's been three years since visiting Europe the last time, and I know that I'm privileged to even have had many opportunities to board a plane, but I still wish I could do it more often.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Semantics
I was late for dance class tonight.
Well, first, I have to say that I took two dance classes here in Paris. It's the first time that I've been here and done something that wasn't 'for tourists'. It's not that I'm desperate to dance and don't want to loose a week (or two) of exercise while on vacation. In fact, I walk a bunch when I travel, so I am definitely keeping active. It's just that I thought it would be kind of interesting to see what dance classes in another city are like.
Anyway, the classes that I took, were very different from one another. Different teachers, so different styles. Variety is good every so often. And I realized, that when trying to figure out a teacher's style for dance, watching the movement isn't enough. I actually do need to rely on the auditory cues that accompany the movement. Hearing cues in a non-native language isn't quite the same. It's like I lost one of my senses when I was trying to follow the class.
I digress. as I said, I was late.
When signing in, I was told that the studio in which the class would take place was either on the 2nd floor or just 'that studio right there' (we were at the main/street level). Apparently the instructor was probably outside having a smoke, so I was supposed to just keep my eye out for him when he came back.
So, I take the stairs to go upstairs and look around the different studios to see if anything looks appropriate for my class. Just seeing a pointe class in action, I figure the class isn't upstairs, but on the main floor instead. I head back downstairs and see the previous class finishing up. Ah, this looks right. But no one else is waiting to start the next class nor do I see a teacher anywhere. Do classes start late here?
Finally, I figure maybe I should go back upstairs and double check the situation. Upon hearing some music that sounds promising, I open the studio door and ask the occupant of the studio about where the mystery class was being held. He tells me it's upstairs.
The lightbulb goes off. Over here, the 2nd floor is two floors above the main floor. They start counting at zero, not one. I had forgotten about that - Doh!
Well, first, I have to say that I took two dance classes here in Paris. It's the first time that I've been here and done something that wasn't 'for tourists'. It's not that I'm desperate to dance and don't want to loose a week (or two) of exercise while on vacation. In fact, I walk a bunch when I travel, so I am definitely keeping active. It's just that I thought it would be kind of interesting to see what dance classes in another city are like.
Anyway, the classes that I took, were very different from one another. Different teachers, so different styles. Variety is good every so often. And I realized, that when trying to figure out a teacher's style for dance, watching the movement isn't enough. I actually do need to rely on the auditory cues that accompany the movement. Hearing cues in a non-native language isn't quite the same. It's like I lost one of my senses when I was trying to follow the class.
I digress. as I said, I was late.
When signing in, I was told that the studio in which the class would take place was either on the 2nd floor or just 'that studio right there' (we were at the main/street level). Apparently the instructor was probably outside having a smoke, so I was supposed to just keep my eye out for him when he came back.
So, I take the stairs to go upstairs and look around the different studios to see if anything looks appropriate for my class. Just seeing a pointe class in action, I figure the class isn't upstairs, but on the main floor instead. I head back downstairs and see the previous class finishing up. Ah, this looks right. But no one else is waiting to start the next class nor do I see a teacher anywhere. Do classes start late here?
Finally, I figure maybe I should go back upstairs and double check the situation. Upon hearing some music that sounds promising, I open the studio door and ask the occupant of the studio about where the mystery class was being held. He tells me it's upstairs.
The lightbulb goes off. Over here, the 2nd floor is two floors above the main floor. They start counting at zero, not one. I had forgotten about that - Doh!
Midnight in Paris...in Paris
I just watched Midnight in Paris...in Paris. Sweet.
I also watched it at the Odeon cinema which is featured in the beginning montage. Doubly sweet.
I wish I knew a little bit more about people from the literature and art scene but I still enjoyed the film. So it wasn't my most favorite film ever. It definitely wasn't a language problem because I watched it VO. It was cute, but it didn't really move me in any way. I didn't feel like all of the characters lived up to their potential, although Dali got a bunch of laughs.
Still, it was cute to watch a film about Paris in Paris.
If I wasn't so tired, I would be wandering the streets right now and taking in the moment and enjoying life.
I mean, it's midnight afterall...there are amazing things happening in the city.
I also watched it at the Odeon cinema which is featured in the beginning montage. Doubly sweet.
I wish I knew a little bit more about people from the literature and art scene but I still enjoyed the film. So it wasn't my most favorite film ever. It definitely wasn't a language problem because I watched it VO. It was cute, but it didn't really move me in any way. I didn't feel like all of the characters lived up to their potential, although Dali got a bunch of laughs.
Still, it was cute to watch a film about Paris in Paris.
If I wasn't so tired, I would be wandering the streets right now and taking in the moment and enjoying life.
I mean, it's midnight afterall...there are amazing things happening in the city.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The battle of the macarons
The ultimate battle: Pierre Herme vs. Laduree.I just happened to have three macarons from each Maison today. For a mid-morning snack, I went to Laduree. I chose Fraise Mentholee, Goyave, and Framboise-Anis. As soon as I bit in the first one, oh man, I was in heaven. There's something special about those little pastries that just, I don't know. It's pretty incredible.
For a mid-afternoon snack, I went to Pierre Herme and chose Mogador (fruits de la passion et chocolate au lait), Infiniment Rose, et Menthe et Petit Pois.
In my (not-so) expert opinion, it seems as though the biscuit of the Laduree macaron is more delicate than that of the Pierre Herme macaron. It's like the Pieree Herme macaron is a wee bit more solid and chewy whereas the Laduree macaron really crumbles with your first bite (or a firm grasp).
Laduree seems to have a bit more of a classic flavour selection. Lots of fruity flavours, and then classics like chocolat, pistache, and caramel a la fleur de sel. Pierre Herme also had classics, but were often more whimsically named: infiniment caramel and infiniment chocolat, for example, but then a couple more unique combinations (like the Menthe et Petit Pois that I'd tried and the Asperges Verte & Huile de Noisette or even the Huile d'Olive & Vanille.
Which one's better? I guess that's a personal preference. I say, why choose one over the other? Be like me and have both! I already promised the guy at Pierre Herme that I would go back tomorrow and give him the verdict on the Rose flavoured macaron (I was telling him that I usually don't like flower flavoured pastries, but he says that it's one of the best of the Maison. Does that mean I have to return to Laduree again too?
I know, I lead a hard life.
Warning signs
I know I've spent too much time 'appreciating' French fashion when I start thinking that items in Hermes seem reasonably priced.
The funniest part about my trying to knock some sense into me was that I didn't think I should buy anything because I don't think I have enough room in my suitcase nor carry-on for the lovely boite orange that the purchase would come with. Ha ha ha ha ha!
And if you think I'd leave that box and just take the merchandise as is to conserve space, you'd be crazy.
The funniest part about my trying to knock some sense into me was that I didn't think I should buy anything because I don't think I have enough room in my suitcase nor carry-on for the lovely boite orange that the purchase would come with. Ha ha ha ha ha!
And if you think I'd leave that box and just take the merchandise as is to conserve space, you'd be crazy.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Reality TV everywhere!
I watched Secret Story last night. I used to catch it every so often when I lived in Europe. It's the French version of Big Brother and what sets it apart from the other versions of the show is that each member has a 'secret' and housemates are trying to figure out what each others secrets are.
When I get back to the city, I'll have to catch up on the current season of Big Brother US. I would also watch Big Brother UK (which was also rather amusing) back in my days in Europe and also more recently through the internet. I'm not sure that they're going to have anymore season of the show.
Anyway, reality TV is popular all over the world it seems. I wonder if this trend is here to stay?
When I get back to the city, I'll have to catch up on the current season of Big Brother US. I would also watch Big Brother UK (which was also rather amusing) back in my days in Europe and also more recently through the internet. I'm not sure that they're going to have anymore season of the show.
Anyway, reality TV is popular all over the world it seems. I wonder if this trend is here to stay?
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
31, rue Cambon
I finally visited 31, rue Cambon. It might not be quite as expansive and flashy as the Louis Vuitton store on the Champs Elysees but it is classy and chic. Just like the Chanel brand.
I mean, in LV, going up the escalator to the 2nd floor really feels like you're traveling to another world, which you kind of are because I'm always blown away by the clothing. This time, I decided to try on a really cute coat from the previous season. It was amazing, of course. White with a yellow and black pattern. It looked amazing with the all-black outfit I had on that day.
Anyway, back to Chanel. Similar to LV, I was drooling over the clothing. It's truly spectacular what those folks do. The fabrics, the structure, the craftsmanship. Wowza. Oh, that that closet of classic tweed jackets. Drooool. Just like dining as a fine restaurant, the service is incredible. The whole experience of shopping in a boutique is just so agreable.
I wonder if I will ever purchase anything from Chanel. I definitely treat myself to nice things on rare occasions, but Chanel has never been in my realm of possibility. There are certain design houses that I will consider, but I could never justify Chanel. Maybe in the future...
I mean, in LV, going up the escalator to the 2nd floor really feels like you're traveling to another world, which you kind of are because I'm always blown away by the clothing. This time, I decided to try on a really cute coat from the previous season. It was amazing, of course. White with a yellow and black pattern. It looked amazing with the all-black outfit I had on that day.
Anyway, back to Chanel. Similar to LV, I was drooling over the clothing. It's truly spectacular what those folks do. The fabrics, the structure, the craftsmanship. Wowza. Oh, that that closet of classic tweed jackets. Drooool. Just like dining as a fine restaurant, the service is incredible. The whole experience of shopping in a boutique is just so agreable.
I wonder if I will ever purchase anything from Chanel. I definitely treat myself to nice things on rare occasions, but Chanel has never been in my realm of possibility. There are certain design houses that I will consider, but I could never justify Chanel. Maybe in the future...
Monday, July 18, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Writing from the beyond...
Just kidding.
So I survived the jump.
The freefall was bananas. I don't know how to describe it. It wasn't like anything that I had thought it would be. I don't remember the first 5-15 seconds of it. I remember only getting nervous when I saw everyone else jump out of the plane (we were the last to go), then I remember sitting on the edge of the door, I remember the moment that we jumped (well really, I just kind of tumbled out) and then there's a void of memories for a little while.
My guy was kind enough to have us do a backflip out, so I think that added to my confusion.
Nonetheless, as I said, it was amazing. The freefall was crazy, and as soon as the parachute was deployed, I knew that I wanted to do it again.
I found out that when you're falling at a speed of 180km/h, you can't hear yourself scream. And your mouth gets dry rather quickly.
I'll post more about it later. And about everything else that I've been doing.
Obviously, I'm having a wonderful time out here.
Good golly - today, I jumped out of a plane.
So I survived the jump.
The freefall was bananas. I don't know how to describe it. It wasn't like anything that I had thought it would be. I don't remember the first 5-15 seconds of it. I remember only getting nervous when I saw everyone else jump out of the plane (we were the last to go), then I remember sitting on the edge of the door, I remember the moment that we jumped (well really, I just kind of tumbled out) and then there's a void of memories for a little while.
My guy was kind enough to have us do a backflip out, so I think that added to my confusion.
Nonetheless, as I said, it was amazing. The freefall was crazy, and as soon as the parachute was deployed, I knew that I wanted to do it again.
I found out that when you're falling at a speed of 180km/h, you can't hear yourself scream. And your mouth gets dry rather quickly.
I'll post more about it later. And about everything else that I've been doing.
Obviously, I'm having a wonderful time out here.
Good golly - today, I jumped out of a plane.
Monday, July 11, 2011
A return to Chanel
In 1997, I went to Europe for the first time. I stayed in Leysin, Switzerland for most of July to take a French course and then ended the trip with a 5 days in Paris. This trip played a big contribution towards me wanting to return to Europe and start my career there as well as to further travel the area.
The preceding sentence sounds kind of funny in my head. I've been thinking in French for the past couple of days, so I think I'm starting to mix up my English words and even stranger, the voice that I hear in my head has a Swiss accent. I've never had that before.
Anyway, during this trip in '97 I went on a day trip to Geneva. We walked around the city, were the ultimate tourists, took lots of pictures and had a grand old time. It was raining that day.
We were walking by all of these fancy shops and I announced to the group that we should go into Chanel. At the time, I had never been in such a store before and never considered doing so. I just thought, well, I'm in Geneva - it's Chanel, I'll never have the chance to be in a store like this again, I want to see what it's like. Everyone else protested, but I convinced them to go inside with me. We were wet from the rain, very young looking and clearly not ready to purchase anything in the store.
I remember walking around the store in awe. I didn't dare touch anything. A saleslady followed me. Literally. When I went upstairs, she was two steps behind. Although I was under her watchful eye, I decided to touch (gasp!) a piece of clothing. I wanted to know how much something in a store like Chanel would cost. I looked at the price of a skirt. I had a mini-freak out. I quickly retreated from the store and the saleslady stared me down some more.
Clearly it was an experience that I wouldn't soon forget.
Almost 15 years have passed and I returned to that same Chanel store. By now a seasoned fashion house browser (definitely not a seasoned customer...another 15 years?!? Ha.), I calmly greeted and thanked security as he opened the door for me (what service!), took a look at all of the wonderful items on display (still dreaming of a 2.55), giggled to myself about the customers in the store and the price tags of their outfits and accessories and then made my way up that same staircase from all of those years ago.
I marveled at the beautiful clothing, took a look at the price of a skirt (and was still shocked at the amount that I saw) and giggled at the lack of shadow that followed me around this time around. I suppose the last time, we were the only ones in the store whereas this time there were many other customers to tend to. And maybe I'm less of an anomaly than I was back then?
Clearly, it was an amusing visit for me and a nice trip down memory lane, which as you all probably know, I love.
I also learned something else from my recent visit to the shop. Chanel boutiques will also markdown items by 50% during sale season. Strange.
The preceding sentence sounds kind of funny in my head. I've been thinking in French for the past couple of days, so I think I'm starting to mix up my English words and even stranger, the voice that I hear in my head has a Swiss accent. I've never had that before.
Anyway, during this trip in '97 I went on a day trip to Geneva. We walked around the city, were the ultimate tourists, took lots of pictures and had a grand old time. It was raining that day.
We were walking by all of these fancy shops and I announced to the group that we should go into Chanel. At the time, I had never been in such a store before and never considered doing so. I just thought, well, I'm in Geneva - it's Chanel, I'll never have the chance to be in a store like this again, I want to see what it's like. Everyone else protested, but I convinced them to go inside with me. We were wet from the rain, very young looking and clearly not ready to purchase anything in the store.
I remember walking around the store in awe. I didn't dare touch anything. A saleslady followed me. Literally. When I went upstairs, she was two steps behind. Although I was under her watchful eye, I decided to touch (gasp!) a piece of clothing. I wanted to know how much something in a store like Chanel would cost. I looked at the price of a skirt. I had a mini-freak out. I quickly retreated from the store and the saleslady stared me down some more.
Clearly it was an experience that I wouldn't soon forget.
Almost 15 years have passed and I returned to that same Chanel store. By now a seasoned fashion house browser (definitely not a seasoned customer...another 15 years?!? Ha.), I calmly greeted and thanked security as he opened the door for me (what service!), took a look at all of the wonderful items on display (still dreaming of a 2.55), giggled to myself about the customers in the store and the price tags of their outfits and accessories and then made my way up that same staircase from all of those years ago.
I marveled at the beautiful clothing, took a look at the price of a skirt (and was still shocked at the amount that I saw) and giggled at the lack of shadow that followed me around this time around. I suppose the last time, we were the only ones in the store whereas this time there were many other customers to tend to. And maybe I'm less of an anomaly than I was back then?
Clearly, it was an amusing visit for me and a nice trip down memory lane, which as you all probably know, I love.
I also learned something else from my recent visit to the shop. Chanel boutiques will also markdown items by 50% during sale season. Strange.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Hot weather everywhere
I hear it's hot in the city. It's hot here too.
The temperature itself isn't too crazy, but the altitude makes the sun mighty fierce.
I got my annual ridiculous sunburn and I was trying to stay in the shade and indoors as much as possible.
It's just too hard when you want to walk around town and take a dip in the lake.
It's such a strange feeling being back. I don't feel like I ever left. The train ride into town felt like I was taking the daily 510 streetcar to school.
If only it were true.
The temperature itself isn't too crazy, but the altitude makes the sun mighty fierce.
I got my annual ridiculous sunburn and I was trying to stay in the shade and indoors as much as possible.
It's just too hard when you want to walk around town and take a dip in the lake.
It's such a strange feeling being back. I don't feel like I ever left. The train ride into town felt like I was taking the daily 510 streetcar to school.
If only it were true.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Back to old routines
Shortly after my arrival, I headed to Denner and bought a chestnut yogurt and Rivella. The creamy yogurt (3.5%) was lovely. Yes, it's not quite as creamy as the yogurt that I got from the fromagerie (that stuff was crazy) but still really amazing.
Life is good.
I'll write about my trip over (teaser: Executive Class!), adventures in Munchen and such soon.
Life is good.
I'll write about my trip over (teaser: Executive Class!), adventures in Munchen and such soon.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Creepy or not so creepy?
I was asked to do one of those full body scans at the airport today. After beeping when going through the regular scanner, the GTAA (I mean, Toronto Pearson) worker told me I had two options. And then proceeded to tell me that I would be going to the full body scanner. Weird.
I was told it wasn't an x-ray scanner, so that made me feel vaguely better. I did ask to make sure there would be not crazy gusts of air or anything as I was wearing a skirt. Hey, call me completely naive, but I remember being very much caught off-guard when going into that bomb detector at the base of the CN Tower.
I wasn't allowed to stand with my natural stance, but instructed to place my feet on the assigned spots (wider enough than shoulder width to make me feel more self conscious than I was already feeling). And then, the awkward, put-your-hands-in-the-air thing was great too. Anyway, me being me, I wanted to see what kind of image the scan produced. Apparently, the person that was looking at my scan (walkie-talkie distance away, because apparently they're not supposed to see who I am and don't have any indicating data about my identity) said there was still something of question on me. It was only at that moment that my scan popped up on the screen and my accompanying Toronto Pearson worker and I critiqued the scan wondering why there was a big red blob on my hip. (By the way, the scan just looked like a gingerbread man cutout.)
My metallic looking (but actually made of plastic) buttons were the only thing that the Toronto Pearson worker could think of. Still not completely convinced, in the end, I did get a localized pat-down. I'll bet she was super impressed with my rock hard oblique. Glad to know that even with all of this fancy technology there are still glitches.
So a very ex
I was told it wasn't an x-ray scanner, so that made me feel vaguely better. I did ask to make sure there would be not crazy gusts of air or anything as I was wearing a skirt. Hey, call me completely naive, but I remember being very much caught off-guard when going into that bomb detector at the base of the CN Tower.
I wasn't allowed to stand with my natural stance, but instructed to place my feet on the assigned spots (wider enough than shoulder width to make me feel more self conscious than I was already feeling). And then, the awkward, put-your-hands-in-the-air thing was great too. Anyway, me being me, I wanted to see what kind of image the scan produced. Apparently, the person that was looking at my scan (walkie-talkie distance away, because apparently they're not supposed to see who I am and don't have any indicating data about my identity) said there was still something of question on me. It was only at that moment that my scan popped up on the screen and my accompanying Toronto Pearson worker and I critiqued the scan wondering why there was a big red blob on my hip. (By the way, the scan just looked like a gingerbread man cutout.)
My metallic looking (but actually made of plastic) buttons were the only thing that the Toronto Pearson worker could think of. Still not completely convinced, in the end, I did get a localized pat-down. I'll bet she was super impressed with my rock hard oblique. Glad to know that even with all of this fancy technology there are still glitches.
So a very ex
Thursday, June 30, 2011
BYOB(lanket)
I'm quite excited for this summer's line-up of free outdoor films.
Here are some of the locations are super convenient for me AND have films that I love:
David Pecaut Square
Harbourfront Centre
Yonge-Dundas Square
I think I will be spending many a Wednesday evening in August at David Pecaut Square (was Metro Square - see, I told you there's a lot of cool things happening there!)
Here are some of the locations are super convenient for me AND have films that I love:
David Pecaut Square
Harbourfront Centre
Yonge-Dundas Square
I think I will be spending many a Wednesday evening in August at David Pecaut Square (was Metro Square - see, I told you there's a lot of cool things happening there!)
Sunday, June 26, 2011
My first auction
I think this was the first auction that I've attended. I'm not including the auctions for charity that take place at school and I'm also not including silent auctions.
I thought for my first foray into the auction world, I should go with something pretty splashy. Thus, I attended Waddington's - An Important Auction of Dresses from the Collection of Diana, Princess of Wales.
This past Wednesday, I wrote of attending the viewing to suss out the situation and to see the dresses in person. I'd actually seen them before, back in 2007 when I visited Kensington Palace and they were on display there. Still, they are beautiful and looking at evening gowns isn't too hard on the eyes.
At the preview, I chatted with two of Waddington's staff. In my previous post, I talked about the sincerity and welcome that one gave me. Enough to dismiss an reservations about attending the auction the following night. The other staffer was pleasant enough, but when I
chatted with her about the history of the dresses and the consignor, it seemed a little bit more forced. Maybe it would have helped if I had done my homework. Turns out the consignor, Maureen Dunkel had decided to part with the dresses (partly) because she's facing bankruptcy. While I don't doubt this fact, I'm not completely willing to think ill of her like some of the online accounts seem to want you to do. It's good press, right? I was told that the timing of the decision coincided with the announcement that Will and Kate were engaged and that Maureen thought that this chapter with Diana is ending as Will and Kate's chapter is starting. The date of the auction had apparently been decided prior to the announcement of Will and Kate's North American tour.
The venue of the auction was rather simple. Waddington's is moving to a new location soon, so as a first time attendee, who knows if the current room is usually a little bit more refined, but I doubt that's the case. I suppose simple and understated isn't a bad thing.
That seemed to be the theme of the entire night. Sauf les robes and some well dressed attendees, it was a pretty tame night.
The 14 lots came and went and all but one went under or at the bottom end of the estimates. The "Travolta"-dress went for $800 000. This price, however, does not include the commission and taxes, which means that buyers will be paying about 30% more than their bidding price.
Duncan McLean acted as the auctioneer for the night and at times seemed to be pleading with the bidders to get in the action. Most bidders (if not all - I couldn't tell for sure, because the bidders were
ridiculously discrete and I wasn't seated at a good vantage point to see who was doing what) were in attendance or at least had someone doing their bidding for them through the phone. There was a table set up with phones and computers for Waddington's staff to take bids from those who were not in attendance, and although each time I looked over, they seemed to be whispering into their phones, I didn't see any hands waving.
Of course I don't know for sure how many people were actually there to observe. Obviously, I had no intent in bidding, and I could gather that there were many other people there in the same mindset. I did see a couple folks who had evidence that they were registered bidders, but again, if they were getting in on the action, they were doing it very subtly.
There was lots of press and media presence. It seemed like it was a big deal. And there was media coverage leading up to the event as well, but I wonder why they didn't go for the estimates. And I wonder if Waddington's is disappointed with the turn-out or final prices. Mr. McLean made comments about how short the auction was and how the prices were a steal.
Of course I don't know who ended up with the dresses and for what purpose they bought them, but maybe we'll find out in due course. Perhaps a museum will acquire one/two/a few or maybe someone will just enjoy seeing the dress(es) in their closet.
The mystique. The intrigue!
So the auction was a neat experience. No crazy bidding wars at this one, but there are more auctions to come, so maybe I will experience a frenzy of bids at a future event. There are two this week that sound kind if interesting! There is way too much going on in the city.
I thought for my first foray into the auction world, I should go with something pretty splashy. Thus, I attended Waddington's - An Important Auction of Dresses from the Collection of Diana, Princess of Wales.
This past Wednesday, I wrote of attending the viewing to suss out the situation and to see the dresses in person. I'd actually seen them before, back in 2007 when I visited Kensington Palace and they were on display there. Still, they are beautiful and looking at evening gowns isn't too hard on the eyes.
At the preview, I chatted with two of Waddington's staff. In my previous post, I talked about the sincerity and welcome that one gave me. Enough to dismiss an reservations about attending the auction the following night. The other staffer was pleasant enough, but when I
chatted with her about the history of the dresses and the consignor, it seemed a little bit more forced. Maybe it would have helped if I had done my homework. Turns out the consignor, Maureen Dunkel had decided to part with the dresses (partly) because she's facing bankruptcy. While I don't doubt this fact, I'm not completely willing to think ill of her like some of the online accounts seem to want you to do. It's good press, right? I was told that the timing of the decision coincided with the announcement that Will and Kate were engaged and that Maureen thought that this chapter with Diana is ending as Will and Kate's chapter is starting. The date of the auction had apparently been decided prior to the announcement of Will and Kate's North American tour.The venue of the auction was rather simple. Waddington's is moving to a new location soon, so as a first time attendee, who knows if the current room is usually a little bit more refined, but I doubt that's the case. I suppose simple and understated isn't a bad thing.
That seemed to be the theme of the entire night. Sauf les robes and some well dressed attendees, it was a pretty tame night.
The 14 lots came and went and all but one went under or at the bottom end of the estimates. The "Travolta"-dress went for $800 000. This price, however, does not include the commission and taxes, which means that buyers will be paying about 30% more than their bidding price.
Duncan McLean acted as the auctioneer for the night and at times seemed to be pleading with the bidders to get in the action. Most bidders (if not all - I couldn't tell for sure, because the bidders were
ridiculously discrete and I wasn't seated at a good vantage point to see who was doing what) were in attendance or at least had someone doing their bidding for them through the phone. There was a table set up with phones and computers for Waddington's staff to take bids from those who were not in attendance, and although each time I looked over, they seemed to be whispering into their phones, I didn't see any hands waving.Of course I don't know for sure how many people were actually there to observe. Obviously, I had no intent in bidding, and I could gather that there were many other people there in the same mindset. I did see a couple folks who had evidence that they were registered bidders, but again, if they were getting in on the action, they were doing it very subtly.
There was lots of press and media presence. It seemed like it was a big deal. And there was media coverage leading up to the event as well, but I wonder why they didn't go for the estimates. And I wonder if Waddington's is disappointed with the turn-out or final prices. Mr. McLean made comments about how short the auction was and how the prices were a steal.
Of course I don't know who ended up with the dresses and for what purpose they bought them, but maybe we'll find out in due course. Perhaps a museum will acquire one/two/a few or maybe someone will just enjoy seeing the dress(es) in their closet.
The mystique. The intrigue!
So the auction was a neat experience. No crazy bidding wars at this one, but there are more auctions to come, so maybe I will experience a frenzy of bids at a future event. There are two this week that sound kind if interesting! There is way too much going on in the city.
I wish I were more tech-savvy
Although I know how to post pictures, videos and do the most basic html codes ever, I kind of wish I could do more. I like the colour scheme and template of my blog, but I wish I could tweak it just a little bit. I've tried to tamper with the coding of my template, but it doesn't seem to work in any way. I don't want to make any significant change or anything, just improve an already great looking (in my opinion) page.
I'm wondering if it's time to move to another hosting site. I started at livejournal an then found that I enjoyed blogger a little bit more. Just today, I looked up WordPress and tried to see its pros and cons.
Blogger has new templates that allow for more user customization, but I do like my current background (colours and pictures). Also, I haven't printed out my blog for my book yet. I'm scared that if I leave this current one, as it's an older style, I won't be able to go back if I don't like the newer ones.
I'm wondering if it's time to move to another hosting site. I started at livejournal an then found that I enjoyed blogger a little bit more. Just today, I looked up WordPress and tried to see its pros and cons.
Blogger has new templates that allow for more user customization, but I do like my current background (colours and pictures). Also, I haven't printed out my blog for my book yet. I'm scared that if I leave this current one, as it's an older style, I won't be able to go back if I don't like the newer ones.
The Luminato Mp3 Experiment
As I eluded to in a previous post, I attended The Luminato Mp3 Experiment. I love Improv Everywhere and often post their missions on my blog. I like to spread the IE love. I think it would be pretty amazing to be an Agent in one of their missions, but they're based in Manhattan and although they have done a couple missions elsewhere, they have a base list of agents to draw from and again, the location doesn't help matters.
There was a local group that tried to do similar missions, but not quite to the same aplomb. I decided to give them a chance and tried to join a flash mob dance mission, but it was a little awkward. I'm not giving up though. I did do a pseudo-flash mob at the end of February, but I'm not fully satisfied with my flash-mob experiences. I know that there will be more opportunities in the future, and I fully intend to be a flash-mob veteran.
Although I love the scripted IE missions, I am happy to participant their other missions, in this case, the Luminato Mp3 Experiment. IE has been doing them for a couple years now in NY, but other cities are now also able to take part (yippee!). Same goes for their scripted No Pants Missions, but I'm not brave enough to take part in that one.
The premise of the Mp3 Experiments is that everyone downloads the same audio file, loads it onto a personal audio device, agents synchronize their watches, meet at a predetermined spot at a specific time and start playing the audio file at a predetermined time. The agents then listen and act/dance/sing/complete the 'whatever' they're told to do through their headphones. As with all of the missions, agents are not supposed to tell non-agents that they are part of a mission.
If you couldn't already tell, I was really stoked to be able to participate in this mission. Participation did have its challenges, however. The first, getting a personal audio device. Sure, I live in the era of MP3 players, i-gadgets, and the like, but I don't own such a device. I barely have a cell phone and it is a hand-me-down. I'm not a luddite, I just don't feel the need to have these specific devices. I don't find it terribly important to be able to privately listen to something while in public. A friend laughed at me when I told him that I like to listen to the world instead, but it's true. So, the most difficult part about becoming an agent for this mission was having the equipment to do so. There were many people whom I was able to borrow audio-devices from, but as I was planning for the mission, I couldn't help but think about accessibility issues. Definitely a by-product of my field, I pondered what the organizers took for granted, who they might be alienating, and what they could have done differently to make the mission more accessible. As this was the first time that I seemed to be 'excluded' for such a trivial thing, my mind started racing about these issues. Yes, I know that this example is a little far-fetched, but it is proof that things are more meaningful when you can make a personal connection to it. I was able to think about issues that often arise in my field in a different way. Wow, I really digressed this time.
So, with a borrowed MP3 player and headphones in tow, I journeyed over to the assigned meeting point of my birth month group. I had no idea
how many people would turn up for this event, nor what kind of demographic it would be but I guess that's just another surprise of it all. I'd say the average age of participants was 20-35 with of course some tykes and more mature folks sprinkled in for good measure (a-ha...what did I say about accessibility issues! Just kidding.).
It was lovely to hear the familiar voice of Steve welcoming us to the mission. We eased into the mission by stretching individually and then doing some activities that had use interact with some other agents. I wonder if Steve plans the flow of these missions so that we slowly develop our comfort level instead of jarring us into doing zany tasks. As in, having us do things individually in our own space, then find out who else is participating, sharing our space by having us minimally interact, then developing the amount of interaction, and then having us do more and more non-normative things. I must the be only person who reads into missions.
Agents were divided up into two group based on birth month and each group started in a different location. We did some tasks in these groups in these separate locations. The location that I started in was in a park that was accessible to the public, but far enough away from the busy traffic that drivers may notice people in coloured shirts doing something, but not entirely sure what was going on. There was construction around the are, so I think it didn't get as much foot traffic as it usually would.
So, to bring us into a more public space we walked through the streets on our way to a second location where we would meet up with the
other group. Before we went on our way, we were told some of the ground rules of the mission, in that we needed to blend in and act like we weren't doing anything special. We were told that if we had disguises, it might help us to blend in. So we gave ourselves finger-moustaches.
Our journey to the next meeting point was well organized. We had police escorts, Luminato volunteers watching over us, and a girl with a multi-coloured hat leading the way. It was quite impressive. It was during our walk when it became obvious to me that there were a lot of us participating, and also a lot of people not participating. The looks of those who happened to stumble upon our mob or those in their vehicles who were equally intrigued at what was going on. No one approached me to ask what was going on, but my lip- and body language-reading skills told me that they had no idea what was happening but loved it all the same.
So these are all pictures that I took during the mission. I wanted to take more, but it would have meant not participating in the mission to its fullest extent. Some previous Mp3 Experiments ask agents to bring certain things that they may need for the mission. In this mission all we needed was a device that could take a picture. Some examples of activities that we were asked to do were: have a thumb-war with another person, have a square-dance, take naps on the floor (I would have loved an aerial shot of this), freeze in place, give high-fives to non-agents, play follow the leader with a non-agent, take pictures of other agents, play human twister, and play freeze tag.
The two groups converged in Metro Square (seems to be a hotbed of action these days - are they trying to make it a place for things to happen?) and kind of interrupted an event that was taking place
onstage. We played more games, took more naps, and even got to watch ourselves in the jumbotron. This picture was taken around the same time that the picture from my teaser post was taken. As a green-shirted folk who was stuck in the middle of the bulls eye (oh, yeah - we played human darts too) for a wee while, I figured I would snap a couple pictures while waiting for the rest of the colours to create the outer rings.
I must have started my track a couple seconds after many other folks, because throughout the mission, I seemed to be doing things towards the tail end of everyone else. This was not very convenient for the portion of the mission in which we played tag.
The mission lasted for about 40minutes. Sounds like a long time, but it was over too quickly. Although I enjoyed myself immensely, after the fact, I was a little disappointed when I realized that most (if not all) of our tasks were ones that had been used in other years. As I've seen highlights of other Mp3 Experiments, I would have liked to do something a little different that really would have given me a chance to be impressed with their creativity. This is not to say that I didn't appreciate the event and that I didn't enjoy it. Of course I did! I enjoyed everything about it (except for being tagged before I knew what was happening - doh!). I liked being an agent, I liked having a dance-party, I liked playing games, I liked taking naps, I liked doing crazy-walks, and I liked seeing the reaction of non-agents.
So, Mission complete and I can't wait for the next one!
There was a local group that tried to do similar missions, but not quite to the same aplomb. I decided to give them a chance and tried to join a flash mob dance mission, but it was a little awkward. I'm not giving up though. I did do a pseudo-flash mob at the end of February, but I'm not fully satisfied with my flash-mob experiences. I know that there will be more opportunities in the future, and I fully intend to be a flash-mob veteran.
Although I love the scripted IE missions, I am happy to participant their other missions, in this case, the Luminato Mp3 Experiment. IE has been doing them for a couple years now in NY, but other cities are now also able to take part (yippee!). Same goes for their scripted No Pants Missions, but I'm not brave enough to take part in that one.
The premise of the Mp3 Experiments is that everyone downloads the same audio file, loads it onto a personal audio device, agents synchronize their watches, meet at a predetermined spot at a specific time and start playing the audio file at a predetermined time. The agents then listen and act/dance/sing/complete the 'whatever' they're told to do through their headphones. As with all of the missions, agents are not supposed to tell non-agents that they are part of a mission.
If you couldn't already tell, I was really stoked to be able to participate in this mission. Participation did have its challenges, however. The first, getting a personal audio device. Sure, I live in the era of MP3 players, i-gadgets, and the like, but I don't own such a device. I barely have a cell phone and it is a hand-me-down. I'm not a luddite, I just don't feel the need to have these specific devices. I don't find it terribly important to be able to privately listen to something while in public. A friend laughed at me when I told him that I like to listen to the world instead, but it's true. So, the most difficult part about becoming an agent for this mission was having the equipment to do so. There were many people whom I was able to borrow audio-devices from, but as I was planning for the mission, I couldn't help but think about accessibility issues. Definitely a by-product of my field, I pondered what the organizers took for granted, who they might be alienating, and what they could have done differently to make the mission more accessible. As this was the first time that I seemed to be 'excluded' for such a trivial thing, my mind started racing about these issues. Yes, I know that this example is a little far-fetched, but it is proof that things are more meaningful when you can make a personal connection to it. I was able to think about issues that often arise in my field in a different way. Wow, I really digressed this time.
So, with a borrowed MP3 player and headphones in tow, I journeyed over to the assigned meeting point of my birth month group. I had no idea
how many people would turn up for this event, nor what kind of demographic it would be but I guess that's just another surprise of it all. I'd say the average age of participants was 20-35 with of course some tykes and more mature folks sprinkled in for good measure (a-ha...what did I say about accessibility issues! Just kidding.).It was lovely to hear the familiar voice of Steve welcoming us to the mission. We eased into the mission by stretching individually and then doing some activities that had use interact with some other agents. I wonder if Steve plans the flow of these missions so that we slowly develop our comfort level instead of jarring us into doing zany tasks. As in, having us do things individually in our own space, then find out who else is participating, sharing our space by having us minimally interact, then developing the amount of interaction, and then having us do more and more non-normative things. I must the be only person who reads into missions.
Agents were divided up into two group based on birth month and each group started in a different location. We did some tasks in these groups in these separate locations. The location that I started in was in a park that was accessible to the public, but far enough away from the busy traffic that drivers may notice people in coloured shirts doing something, but not entirely sure what was going on. There was construction around the are, so I think it didn't get as much foot traffic as it usually would.
So, to bring us into a more public space we walked through the streets on our way to a second location where we would meet up with the
other group. Before we went on our way, we were told some of the ground rules of the mission, in that we needed to blend in and act like we weren't doing anything special. We were told that if we had disguises, it might help us to blend in. So we gave ourselves finger-moustaches.Our journey to the next meeting point was well organized. We had police escorts, Luminato volunteers watching over us, and a girl with a multi-coloured hat leading the way. It was quite impressive. It was during our walk when it became obvious to me that there were a lot of us participating, and also a lot of people not participating. The looks of those who happened to stumble upon our mob or those in their vehicles who were equally intrigued at what was going on. No one approached me to ask what was going on, but my lip- and body language-reading skills told me that they had no idea what was happening but loved it all the same.
So these are all pictures that I took during the mission. I wanted to take more, but it would have meant not participating in the mission to its fullest extent. Some previous Mp3 Experiments ask agents to bring certain things that they may need for the mission. In this mission all we needed was a device that could take a picture. Some examples of activities that we were asked to do were: have a thumb-war with another person, have a square-dance, take naps on the floor (I would have loved an aerial shot of this), freeze in place, give high-fives to non-agents, play follow the leader with a non-agent, take pictures of other agents, play human twister, and play freeze tag.
The two groups converged in Metro Square (seems to be a hotbed of action these days - are they trying to make it a place for things to happen?) and kind of interrupted an event that was taking place
onstage. We played more games, took more naps, and even got to watch ourselves in the jumbotron. This picture was taken around the same time that the picture from my teaser post was taken. As a green-shirted folk who was stuck in the middle of the bulls eye (oh, yeah - we played human darts too) for a wee while, I figured I would snap a couple pictures while waiting for the rest of the colours to create the outer rings.I must have started my track a couple seconds after many other folks, because throughout the mission, I seemed to be doing things towards the tail end of everyone else. This was not very convenient for the portion of the mission in which we played tag.
The mission lasted for about 40minutes. Sounds like a long time, but it was over too quickly. Although I enjoyed myself immensely, after the fact, I was a little disappointed when I realized that most (if not all) of our tasks were ones that had been used in other years. As I've seen highlights of other Mp3 Experiments, I would have liked to do something a little different that really would have given me a chance to be impressed with their creativity. This is not to say that I didn't appreciate the event and that I didn't enjoy it. Of course I did! I enjoyed everything about it (except for being tagged before I knew what was happening - doh!). I liked being an agent, I liked having a dance-party, I liked playing games, I liked taking naps, I liked doing crazy-walks, and I liked seeing the reaction of non-agents.
So, Mission complete and I can't wait for the next one!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Neil Patrick Harris vs. Hugh Jackman
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Lost in a cloud
It's kind of unnerving when you finally look up from your computer after being caught up in your work, to look out the window and enjoy a great view and then you see nothing. There is a ridiculous fog out there.
Stoked
I've been eying a well-established auction house that's in my area, thinking that at some point, I'd like to attend an auction. I think it would take quite a long time for me to feel comfortable about the process and be knowledgeable about the products for me to place a bid, but I've very intrigued with the whole idea.
Like most people, I have some idea of what an auction is like. Of course there are auctions for flowers/produce/livestock and then there are auctions for art/jewellery. My stint in Europe helped spark my interest and slight understanding of the world as the Brits seems to be quite into auctions and I would happily watch Bargain Hunt anytime that I could catch it.
For me, it's not the idea of potentially buying an object that interests me so much as understanding and appreciating the art of the auction. How viewings are set up, the knowledge and skill that's required of the auctioneer, the strategy and emotion of the bidder...it must be the people-watcher in me coming out. I should be an ethnographer.
Anyway, I attended a viewing today and wasn't really sure what the climate of the auction-house would be like. You never know with these kinds of things. I was pleasantly surprised to see how laid-back it seemed to be. I mean, there was a definite dignified feel to it, but I was expecting a little bit more, I don't know, pomp and circumstance to it all. Maybe it's just like that at Christie's.
I chatted with someone on their team who kindly walked me through the process without making me feel inferior. She enthusiastically invited me back for the auction and I most definitely will take her up on her offer. I suppose it's all good customer service as one would hope to receive in any service industry, but that doesn't always seems to be the case. Although it was clear to her that I will definitely not be placing a bid at tomorrow night's auction, I think she saw that I was truly interested in the world and that who knows, I could be a purchaser in the future. Or a consigner. Or even just spread positive words about their auction house.
Never underestimate the power of good service.
Like most people, I have some idea of what an auction is like. Of course there are auctions for flowers/produce/livestock and then there are auctions for art/jewellery. My stint in Europe helped spark my interest and slight understanding of the world as the Brits seems to be quite into auctions and I would happily watch Bargain Hunt anytime that I could catch it.
For me, it's not the idea of potentially buying an object that interests me so much as understanding and appreciating the art of the auction. How viewings are set up, the knowledge and skill that's required of the auctioneer, the strategy and emotion of the bidder...it must be the people-watcher in me coming out. I should be an ethnographer.
Anyway, I attended a viewing today and wasn't really sure what the climate of the auction-house would be like. You never know with these kinds of things. I was pleasantly surprised to see how laid-back it seemed to be. I mean, there was a definite dignified feel to it, but I was expecting a little bit more, I don't know, pomp and circumstance to it all. Maybe it's just like that at Christie's.
I chatted with someone on their team who kindly walked me through the process without making me feel inferior. She enthusiastically invited me back for the auction and I most definitely will take her up on her offer. I suppose it's all good customer service as one would hope to receive in any service industry, but that doesn't always seems to be the case. Although it was clear to her that I will definitely not be placing a bid at tomorrow night's auction, I think she saw that I was truly interested in the world and that who knows, I could be a purchaser in the future. Or a consigner. Or even just spread positive words about their auction house.
Never underestimate the power of good service.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
A return to the TSO
I can't remember the last time that I went to a concert at Roy Thomson Hall. It was either a Yo-Yo Ma concert or a Christmas/New Year's concert in the style of Andre Rieu, complete with gaudy outfits and bad ballet dancers.
Since returning back to Canada, I've only been to one classical concert. It's embarrassing. I'm not entirely sure why I haven't attended more. I think that for awhile it had to do with me not wanting to attend a concert by myself as I was in a phase of weird, social insecurity, but that's been blown out of the water so although I enjoy going to events with others, I'm willing to go on my own if I really need an outing and/or there's an event that I really want to attend.
I also thought that it might have been something to do with budget constraints, but with tsoundcheck still in full swing, I can't really use that as an excuse. I had attended a concert or two as a tsoundcheck member when the program first started up way back in the day and I remember how back then, you had to buy tickets on-site and you couldn't select your seat, you just took whatever they gave you. That always stuck with me, and as I'm so particular with seating (and everything else - an admitted control freak), it wasn't really my cup of tea. Perhaps this component of the program has contributed to me staying away.
Luckily, times have changed, the price has gone up (just minimally) and if you call in (instead of selecting your seat on the internet), you can get a little bit of choice in the matter.
I think the other unfortunate thing about tsoundcheck is that it's not available for all concerts. I'm not interested in every single concert that the TSO has to offer to that's probably held me back as well.
I also managed to fall off of their members' mailing list, so not having a constant reminder of what I'm missing out on probably didn't help matters.
Recently, the stars aligned and I found a concert that I wanted to attend, had tsoundcheck tickets available, allowed for some choice of seating...I couldn't say no. As soon as I arrived on-site, I scolded myself for not returning to the attend the TSO sooner.
Roy Thomson Hall is gorgeous, the TSO is wonderful and if you're seated on the Main Floor, it's pretty much impossible to have a bad seat. One thing that I did notice and that didn't seem familiar was the strange muted volume of the orchestra. Was the hall always so strange? I'm hoping that it was just where I was seated and that I was under the overhang of the Mezzanine. I hope it's not just the general acoustics of the place.
The concert itself was great. It was part of the "Rachmaninoff & the Impressionists" series and the main draw for me was Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, Op. 43. That piece gets me every single time. The only other piece in the programme that interested me was Dukas' The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Broomsticks and hippos danced happily in my head.
I appreciated the intros given by Maestro Peter Oundjian. He gave us the background for each piece, some historical context and key points to listen for. The main thing I got from his talk: the Dies Irae theme is everywhere.
Coincidentally, Gabriela Montero, the pianist whom I'd heard in the last classical concert that I've been to was the soloist at this concert. Her interpretation of the Rachmaninoff was lovely, but I was also excited for you parlour trick to come. Now knowing that Torontonian audiences will give a standing ovation to anything and everything (I disagree with this practice. I think it lessens impact of a standing ovation that's truly warranted), I knew that Ms. Montero would be obliged to improvise. Unfortunately, many of my fellow concert-goers were not quite as knowledgeable as I was (nor did they bother to read the programme) and at least 20% of the audience that was in my line of sight left the hall during the numerous curtain calls. Luckily, Ms. Montero didn't prolong the ovation to ridiculous lengths and started explaining what she'd be doing for her encore as some folks were still making their way out the door. They all realized that the concert was still ongoing and many stood in the aisles as she continued to entertain the audience.
The first audience suggestion was Gershwin's Summertime and she did a lovely little medley based on the main motif. It was impressive, but it solidified my already brewing thought that she does have a pretty standard skeletal structure that she follows within each style.
The second audience suggestion was a lot more local. After squashing a Latin American classic, she coaxed the audience to suggest a song that was a little bit more Canadian. I'm glad that the suggestion of the National Anthem didn't take, but instead she went with the theme from Hockey Night in Canada. It took a little bit of time for someone to try to sing the melody for her (actually, there was one audience member who did a great job, but when the attention was drawn to them and they were asked to repeat their singing, they got terribly shy and the hall went absolutely silent) and she had actually started to play an inaccurate version of the melody until a TSO member saved the day. A talent that I can't seem to master, this violinist played the entire tune by ear. It was a classicized version completed with vibrato, but the melody was definitely in tact. The audience took great glee in his efforts and even more glee when Ms. Montero immediately turned it into a tango. Now that's a great parlour trick to have up your sleeve!
So, the moral of the story is that I had a great time and that I need to make concert outings part of my regular rotation.
Since returning back to Canada, I've only been to one classical concert. It's embarrassing. I'm not entirely sure why I haven't attended more. I think that for awhile it had to do with me not wanting to attend a concert by myself as I was in a phase of weird, social insecurity, but that's been blown out of the water so although I enjoy going to events with others, I'm willing to go on my own if I really need an outing and/or there's an event that I really want to attend.
I also thought that it might have been something to do with budget constraints, but with tsoundcheck still in full swing, I can't really use that as an excuse. I had attended a concert or two as a tsoundcheck member when the program first started up way back in the day and I remember how back then, you had to buy tickets on-site and you couldn't select your seat, you just took whatever they gave you. That always stuck with me, and as I'm so particular with seating (and everything else - an admitted control freak), it wasn't really my cup of tea. Perhaps this component of the program has contributed to me staying away.
Luckily, times have changed, the price has gone up (just minimally) and if you call in (instead of selecting your seat on the internet), you can get a little bit of choice in the matter.
I think the other unfortunate thing about tsoundcheck is that it's not available for all concerts. I'm not interested in every single concert that the TSO has to offer to that's probably held me back as well.
I also managed to fall off of their members' mailing list, so not having a constant reminder of what I'm missing out on probably didn't help matters.
Recently, the stars aligned and I found a concert that I wanted to attend, had tsoundcheck tickets available, allowed for some choice of seating...I couldn't say no. As soon as I arrived on-site, I scolded myself for not returning to the attend the TSO sooner.
Roy Thomson Hall is gorgeous, the TSO is wonderful and if you're seated on the Main Floor, it's pretty much impossible to have a bad seat. One thing that I did notice and that didn't seem familiar was the strange muted volume of the orchestra. Was the hall always so strange? I'm hoping that it was just where I was seated and that I was under the overhang of the Mezzanine. I hope it's not just the general acoustics of the place.
The concert itself was great. It was part of the "Rachmaninoff & the Impressionists" series and the main draw for me was Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, Op. 43. That piece gets me every single time. The only other piece in the programme that interested me was Dukas' The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Broomsticks and hippos danced happily in my head.
I appreciated the intros given by Maestro Peter Oundjian. He gave us the background for each piece, some historical context and key points to listen for. The main thing I got from his talk: the Dies Irae theme is everywhere.
Coincidentally, Gabriela Montero, the pianist whom I'd heard in the last classical concert that I've been to was the soloist at this concert. Her interpretation of the Rachmaninoff was lovely, but I was also excited for you parlour trick to come. Now knowing that Torontonian audiences will give a standing ovation to anything and everything (I disagree with this practice. I think it lessens impact of a standing ovation that's truly warranted), I knew that Ms. Montero would be obliged to improvise. Unfortunately, many of my fellow concert-goers were not quite as knowledgeable as I was (nor did they bother to read the programme) and at least 20% of the audience that was in my line of sight left the hall during the numerous curtain calls. Luckily, Ms. Montero didn't prolong the ovation to ridiculous lengths and started explaining what she'd be doing for her encore as some folks were still making their way out the door. They all realized that the concert was still ongoing and many stood in the aisles as she continued to entertain the audience.
The first audience suggestion was Gershwin's Summertime and she did a lovely little medley based on the main motif. It was impressive, but it solidified my already brewing thought that she does have a pretty standard skeletal structure that she follows within each style.
The second audience suggestion was a lot more local. After squashing a Latin American classic, she coaxed the audience to suggest a song that was a little bit more Canadian. I'm glad that the suggestion of the National Anthem didn't take, but instead she went with the theme from Hockey Night in Canada. It took a little bit of time for someone to try to sing the melody for her (actually, there was one audience member who did a great job, but when the attention was drawn to them and they were asked to repeat their singing, they got terribly shy and the hall went absolutely silent) and she had actually started to play an inaccurate version of the melody until a TSO member saved the day. A talent that I can't seem to master, this violinist played the entire tune by ear. It was a classicized version completed with vibrato, but the melody was definitely in tact. The audience took great glee in his efforts and even more glee when Ms. Montero immediately turned it into a tango. Now that's a great parlour trick to have up your sleeve!
So, the moral of the story is that I had a great time and that I need to make concert outings part of my regular rotation.
Need to update
I think I've done some pretty fantastic things in the city this past little while. I need to write about them, but for some reason I never get around to it. Or often it's so much after the fact that some of the things I wish to share about my experience are obsolete.
I was about to start a post about a recent event with photographic evidence, but I can't find the cable that connects my camera to the computer. Egads. It's strange, I usually get into a frenzy when I can't find something where I think it's supposed to be, but this time I didn't. I think it's because I can't imagine misplacing the cable and there is a chance I left it at school, if I get to school tomorrow and can't find the cable, then I will go into a frenzy. Well, I won't at school because I can't frenzy in front of other people (too embarrassing) and there's no sense in frenzying where the cable definitely cannot be found. Basically, it will be a relatively unproductive day at school tomorrow if I can't find the cable. Boy, do I hope that I can find the cable.
I think I'm going to write about my return to the TSO now and worry about writing up my MP3 Experiment experience later. As part of the Experiment, we had to take pictures and that's what I'm wanting the cable for. In the meantime, here's some photographic evidence that I was at the event. I'm the one in the green t-shirt. *Snarf!*
I was about to start a post about a recent event with photographic evidence, but I can't find the cable that connects my camera to the computer. Egads. It's strange, I usually get into a frenzy when I can't find something where I think it's supposed to be, but this time I didn't. I think it's because I can't imagine misplacing the cable and there is a chance I left it at school, if I get to school tomorrow and can't find the cable, then I will go into a frenzy. Well, I won't at school because I can't frenzy in front of other people (too embarrassing) and there's no sense in frenzying where the cable definitely cannot be found. Basically, it will be a relatively unproductive day at school tomorrow if I can't find the cable. Boy, do I hope that I can find the cable.
I think I'm going to write about my return to the TSO now and worry about writing up my MP3 Experiment experience later. As part of the Experiment, we had to take pictures and that's what I'm wanting the cable for. In the meantime, here's some photographic evidence that I was at the event. I'm the one in the green t-shirt. *Snarf!*
iblahblah
ivivva is not new, but I don't particularly understand why it's necessary. Their mommy company, lululemon said that feedback from customers asked for iblahblah, but I can testify that I regularly see pint-sized, athletic (and non-athletic folk) wearing the clothing, so I think they could have made due charging little ones adult-priced clothing. I know that the price point is vaguely more affordable and that I should be vaguely impressed that iblahblah clothing isn't trying to rip off their customers but the idea still gets me (clearly, if I'm calling it iblahblah). I'm sure I'm going to have to eat my words at some point because I have no doubt that it'll be a big success even for non-yoga enthusiasts (hello, lulu!).
I just find it funny that they try to make a big deal about all of the special features that their product offers...ummmm it's all the same thing as their mommy company has. It seems unnecessary to promote it. And the fact that they try to market it for the active-folks...well, even if it's the basis for their conception I would like their companies (lulu and ivivva) to acknowledge that many (most?!?) folks who wear their products do so for non-active reasons. If they made comments about how their products are sleek, comfortable, flattering, trendy and some other great marketing adjectives, I would be less cynical about their stance.
Nonetheless, I'm interested to see just how big ivivva will get and how quickly. Although I will probably continue to make snide remarks about it, a Canadian success story is never a bad thing.
I just find it funny that they try to make a big deal about all of the special features that their product offers...ummmm it's all the same thing as their mommy company has. It seems unnecessary to promote it. And the fact that they try to market it for the active-folks...well, even if it's the basis for their conception I would like their companies (lulu and ivivva) to acknowledge that many (most?!?) folks who wear their products do so for non-active reasons. If they made comments about how their products are sleek, comfortable, flattering, trendy and some other great marketing adjectives, I would be less cynical about their stance.
Nonetheless, I'm interested to see just how big ivivva will get and how quickly. Although I will probably continue to make snide remarks about it, a Canadian success story is never a bad thing.
Two sightings in the city
These two sightings made me both happy and sad.
Sighting 1: Canvasco bag
It's been four years since I've seen another Canvasco bag other than the one in my possession. I've been reveling in the fact that I've been such a unique individual (or at least, unaware of my lack of uniqueness) in the city, but alas, it seems that I am unique no more. I believe the lady was sporting a large Urban bag from the Cow line which looked amazing. I wanted to stop her and squeal in synchronized glee, but it probably would have been more effective and less terrifying (to her) if I was toting my own large Urban bag (of the Canvas line). I'm wondering where she got it from? I didn't loiter long enough to hear if she was speaking in English with her companion or with a non-North American accent. After moving back to the city, the first couple people that I saw toting Freitag bags were not native North Americans (I was bold enough at the time to ask them where they got their bag)...but of course now the popularity of Freitag has blossomed so it's not quite as much of a novelty as it is a 'cool club'. *Grin* Also, it seems as thought they're discontinuing the Cooper, which means that soon, I will own a vaguely unique-ish piece. This is a small consolation for knowing that there is another Canvasco toting individual here in the city. In more Freitag news: uh, oh. I thought my next Freitag purchase was going to be easy. My heart's been set on a Hazzard, but this will complicate things.
Anyway, I wish I had asked her about her bag, or at least complimented her on it. People like to be complimented.
Sighting 2: SOMA chocolate's 2nd location
The original Distillery District's location was just enough out of the way that I only indulged once a year and the trip out to the shop was often caused by the need to purchase a gift for someone else. The new King Street West location is exciting (yum!), yet terrifying for my currently svelt (ha!) physique. Googlemaps says that it's a mere 900m away from my doorstep. Can you burn off a truffle in 900 steps?
Sighting 1: Canvasco bag
It's been four years since I've seen another Canvasco bag other than the one in my possession. I've been reveling in the fact that I've been such a unique individual (or at least, unaware of my lack of uniqueness) in the city, but alas, it seems that I am unique no more. I believe the lady was sporting a large Urban bag from the Cow line which looked amazing. I wanted to stop her and squeal in synchronized glee, but it probably would have been more effective and less terrifying (to her) if I was toting my own large Urban bag (of the Canvas line). I'm wondering where she got it from? I didn't loiter long enough to hear if she was speaking in English with her companion or with a non-North American accent. After moving back to the city, the first couple people that I saw toting Freitag bags were not native North Americans (I was bold enough at the time to ask them where they got their bag)...but of course now the popularity of Freitag has blossomed so it's not quite as much of a novelty as it is a 'cool club'. *Grin* Also, it seems as thought they're discontinuing the Cooper, which means that soon, I will own a vaguely unique-ish piece. This is a small consolation for knowing that there is another Canvasco toting individual here in the city. In more Freitag news: uh, oh. I thought my next Freitag purchase was going to be easy. My heart's been set on a Hazzard, but this will complicate things.
Anyway, I wish I had asked her about her bag, or at least complimented her on it. People like to be complimented.
Sighting 2: SOMA chocolate's 2nd location
The original Distillery District's location was just enough out of the way that I only indulged once a year and the trip out to the shop was often caused by the need to purchase a gift for someone else. The new King Street West location is exciting (yum!), yet terrifying for my currently svelt (ha!) physique. Googlemaps says that it's a mere 900m away from my doorstep. Can you burn off a truffle in 900 steps?
Friday, June 17, 2011
Dance trends 2011
Seems as though all the cool kids on SYTYCD this season are doing penchées and tilts. 180 degrees or oversplits of course.
This is definite fodder for a drinking game.
This is definite fodder for a drinking game.
Fishing in the city
I just read this article on BlogTO. I kind of like the idea.
Although it's an artificial environment, it's a wonderful opportunity for folks who aren't able to go fishing in a natural habitat. There are many people in the city who have never seen/visited a forest environment.
I like that people can go fishing. Forgive the lack of animal-friendly sentiment in my thoughts, but I also like that the fish are gutted on-site (which would be better if people could observe this process - maybe they do). I like that they have the option of eating the (fresh) fish on-site, and I like the fact that recipes are provided.
I was even lamenting for the past couple of days about my challenge of finding a shop that sells Micro-Tom tomato plants downtown. I have three amazing, custom-made planters on my balcony, and I've left one to be filled with Micro-Toms and basil. I've found that most of the places that would sell something like this are within driving distance and/or closer to the suburbs. I know I'm exaggerating a bit and I've really just limited my search area to the downtown core, but you kind of get my drift. And yes, I know that my dilemma is much more trivial in the grand scheme of accessibility life experiences/opportunities, but still, I like to make personal connections when I can.
Anyway, this is something that I would be interested in attending. It's been going on for nine (!!!) years already and this is the first time that I've heard about it. Also, could you imagine how lovely it would be to watch all those doggies frolicking in the pool next week? Or to be a doggie and be surrounded by doggie friends in the pool? Toronto is amazing.
Although it's an artificial environment, it's a wonderful opportunity for folks who aren't able to go fishing in a natural habitat. There are many people in the city who have never seen/visited a forest environment.
I like that people can go fishing. Forgive the lack of animal-friendly sentiment in my thoughts, but I also like that the fish are gutted on-site (which would be better if people could observe this process - maybe they do). I like that they have the option of eating the (fresh) fish on-site, and I like the fact that recipes are provided.
I was even lamenting for the past couple of days about my challenge of finding a shop that sells Micro-Tom tomato plants downtown. I have three amazing, custom-made planters on my balcony, and I've left one to be filled with Micro-Toms and basil. I've found that most of the places that would sell something like this are within driving distance and/or closer to the suburbs. I know I'm exaggerating a bit and I've really just limited my search area to the downtown core, but you kind of get my drift. And yes, I know that my dilemma is much more trivial in the grand scheme of accessibility life experiences/opportunities, but still, I like to make personal connections when I can.
Anyway, this is something that I would be interested in attending. It's been going on for nine (!!!) years already and this is the first time that I've heard about it. Also, could you imagine how lovely it would be to watch all those doggies frolicking in the pool next week? Or to be a doggie and be surrounded by doggie friends in the pool? Toronto is amazing.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Why?!?
I loathe the fact that this is an American Apparel ad. Don't try to make me like your company by creating this great bit.
Lookie...I can embed videos! Although let's be honest, I just cut and paste and then change the size to fit my page. Still, I'm so technologically spiffy!
Lookie...I can embed videos! Although let's be honest, I just cut and paste and then change the size to fit my page. Still, I'm so technologically spiffy!
Reciprocal agreements
I have a major perk from one of the places where I work. I'm able to gain free access to many museums, art galleries and even other attractions all over the place. Most of the places are in Ontario, but this reciprocal agreement also extends to other parts of Canada and even other countries. It's wonderful.
Anyway, I walked by the AGO today to ask about the Abstract Expressionist New York exhibition and apparently, even with my perks I would still have to pay $10 to see the exhibition. The nerve!
Well, I'll just visit the MoMA and see what they have to offer without the $10 fee, thank you very much.
Anyway, I walked by the AGO today to ask about the Abstract Expressionist New York exhibition and apparently, even with my perks I would still have to pay $10 to see the exhibition. The nerve!
Well, I'll just visit the MoMA and see what they have to offer without the $10 fee, thank you very much.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Oh internet, dear internet
When I moved downtown, friends advised me to get the crazy-fast high-speed internet that the building that I was living in was privy to. I didn't listen to them. I ended up getting the cheaper route. I didn't care about the super high-speed internet. I was happy with the service that I got and I liked the extra pocket change. My friends thought I was crazy. to have given up such an opportunity.
Now that I'm in a different building, but still privy to the same crazy-fast internet, I still did the same price shopping before selecting whom I would give my business too, and ended up with said 'crazy-fast high-speed internet provider. I enjoy the service, but it doesn't seem mind-blowingly different from what I used to have.
I've just received a memo that my provider is jacking up the prices. To provide some context, typical price for high-speed internet in the area is ~$50/month. I'm getting it for a wee bit less. Also, there are only really two potential providers that I can use in my building.
So, as a loyal customer they will be upping my rate to $60/month. This is still for the crazy-fast high-speed internet. This change is because they have started a new series of plans. They didn't want to completely screw over existing customers, hence the (relatively?) minimal price increase. But, I could switch over to their new plan and get basic high-speed internet for a measly $38/month or even the medium high-speed internet for $50/month. New customers wanting the same crazy-fast high-speed internet that I current have will have to pay...wait for it...$100/month!
So, to switch, or not to switch. I wonder if I would even notice the difference? I don't download a lot of things on a regular basis, but I do enjoy streaming TV shows so that I can keep up-to-date on useless reality television (read: Survivor, Top Chef US/Masters/Canada, SYTYCD, Big Brother US and UK, Strictly Come Dancing, Project Runway, etc.) and other more substantial shows (read: Community, 30 Rock, Grey's Anatomy, etc.).
I tend to go on movie watching phases. If I feel like I need a dose of film, I'll watch a bunch in a row, but then I get tired of looking for online sources and forget about it for another month or two. I even have phases for TV shows. After a recent conversation with friends, I'm currently on a Top Gear trend. I know nothing about the cars, and I usually tune out when they talk about stuff under the 'bonnet', but it is a rather entertaining show. And nostalgic. I used to watch it in Europe all the time. At this rate, I'll end up watching EastEnders or something. There's a bunch of real-estate, SAS and bargain hunting/selling shows that I would try to catch as well. I digress.
Point is, times are changing, prices are on the rise and I need to decide if I'm going to make any moves in the my internet situation.
Now that I'm in a different building, but still privy to the same crazy-fast internet, I still did the same price shopping before selecting whom I would give my business too, and ended up with said 'crazy-fast high-speed internet provider. I enjoy the service, but it doesn't seem mind-blowingly different from what I used to have.
I've just received a memo that my provider is jacking up the prices. To provide some context, typical price for high-speed internet in the area is ~$50/month. I'm getting it for a wee bit less. Also, there are only really two potential providers that I can use in my building.
So, as a loyal customer they will be upping my rate to $60/month. This is still for the crazy-fast high-speed internet. This change is because they have started a new series of plans. They didn't want to completely screw over existing customers, hence the (relatively?) minimal price increase. But, I could switch over to their new plan and get basic high-speed internet for a measly $38/month or even the medium high-speed internet for $50/month. New customers wanting the same crazy-fast high-speed internet that I current have will have to pay...wait for it...$100/month!
So, to switch, or not to switch. I wonder if I would even notice the difference? I don't download a lot of things on a regular basis, but I do enjoy streaming TV shows so that I can keep up-to-date on useless reality television (read: Survivor, Top Chef US/Masters/Canada, SYTYCD, Big Brother US and UK, Strictly Come Dancing, Project Runway, etc.) and other more substantial shows (read: Community, 30 Rock, Grey's Anatomy, etc.).
I tend to go on movie watching phases. If I feel like I need a dose of film, I'll watch a bunch in a row, but then I get tired of looking for online sources and forget about it for another month or two. I even have phases for TV shows. After a recent conversation with friends, I'm currently on a Top Gear trend. I know nothing about the cars, and I usually tune out when they talk about stuff under the 'bonnet', but it is a rather entertaining show. And nostalgic. I used to watch it in Europe all the time. At this rate, I'll end up watching EastEnders or something. There's a bunch of real-estate, SAS and bargain hunting/selling shows that I would try to catch as well. I digress.
Point is, times are changing, prices are on the rise and I need to decide if I'm going to make any moves in the my internet situation.
Kvikk Lunsj
I've just spent a fair amount of time on google translate learning some Norwegian and the history behind the Kvikk Lunsj.It's totally a Norwegian version of a Kit Kat. That's what I'm going with.
But the 'research' did give me a little break from my day. And of course the snack was nice too.
- picture courtesy of www.kraftfoodsnordic.com
Sunday, June 12, 2011
LXD
I know that LXD is old news, but I can't help but gush over it.
For awhile, it was only available to be watched in the US, but it seems as though others are able to enjoy it now (BEST NEWS EVER!!! Oh wait, it's a season behind - boo-urns.). Thank goodness, because I was about to royally complain about it here.
Obviously, I love the dancing of the LXD. But every time that I've seen them perform I'm really impressed at the story that ties everything together. And the music. It's not the typical hip-hop and other genres that are often associated with the styles of dance that are represented by the LXD, but something a lot more, well, cinematic.
I guess that's probably a great description of what the LXD does.
I know that the webisodes have a premise which makes it naturally cinematic, but just having a plotline and a filmmaker doesn't mean that you'll get such a result. It's nothing short of amazing, the stuff that they come up with.
If you haven't watched anything by the LXD, whether is be their webisodes (which I'm going to watch now, because I didn't realize that they were available for me), performances at events or even pieces that their choreographers have done for other dances, you'd better look into it. Just have some fun on google or youtube them and enjoy the show.
I have never been disappointed with anything that the LXD or their choreographers have been associated with, and I hope you won't either.
Droooooooooool.
For awhile, it was only available to be watched in the US, but it seems as though others are able to enjoy it now (BEST NEWS EVER!!! Oh wait, it's a season behind - boo-urns.). Thank goodness, because I was about to royally complain about it here.
Obviously, I love the dancing of the LXD. But every time that I've seen them perform I'm really impressed at the story that ties everything together. And the music. It's not the typical hip-hop and other genres that are often associated with the styles of dance that are represented by the LXD, but something a lot more, well, cinematic.
I guess that's probably a great description of what the LXD does.
I know that the webisodes have a premise which makes it naturally cinematic, but just having a plotline and a filmmaker doesn't mean that you'll get such a result. It's nothing short of amazing, the stuff that they come up with.
If you haven't watched anything by the LXD, whether is be their webisodes (which I'm going to watch now, because I didn't realize that they were available for me), performances at events or even pieces that their choreographers have done for other dances, you'd better look into it. Just have some fun on google or youtube them and enjoy the show.
I have never been disappointed with anything that the LXD or their choreographers have been associated with, and I hope you won't either.
Droooooooooool.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Compare and constrast
There are some concepts that keep popping up in my musings.
Cynical vs. critical
Impressionable vs. enthusiastic
Cynical vs. critical
Impressionable vs. enthusiastic
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
I'll have to use this
Mental note: Nice analogy that can be used in my pre-service teaching and to remember for my own practice
...Everyone doesn't get the same treatment when they go to the hospital. They get assessed to find out their symptoms and medical history. Why should education be any different?
This week is exhausting and at times very trying, but boy oh boy, I can't even begin to get into all the things I'm learning and thinking about now. It's pretty amazing.
...Everyone doesn't get the same treatment when they go to the hospital. They get assessed to find out their symptoms and medical history. Why should education be any different?
This week is exhausting and at times very trying, but boy oh boy, I can't even begin to get into all the things I'm learning and thinking about now. It's pretty amazing.
Friday, June 03, 2011
QED
Only earlier today did I say that being surrounded by pretty things could make me a wee bit sad. In my constant quest to better understand and know who I am, this isn't a revelation by any means, but I just reminded myself that it is indeed true.
I decided to take a walk down Bloor St. West (the "Mink Mile" part of it...I find that name so gross for some reason). I got a great deal on a Balmain-inspired top and then decided to window shop until the shops closed. I was reminded that I need to look into Guiseppe Zanotti's stuff towards the end of sale season, because apparently, my feet fit his shoes. One of the final stops of my stroll was Holts and it happened. I fell in love with a(nother) bag.
Sigh.
I'm now trolling the internet to find out as much I can about it.
(Update: I found out I can get a knock-off version for <$200. Swell.)
I decided to take a walk down Bloor St. West (the "Mink Mile" part of it...I find that name so gross for some reason). I got a great deal on a Balmain-inspired top and then decided to window shop until the shops closed. I was reminded that I need to look into Guiseppe Zanotti's stuff towards the end of sale season, because apparently, my feet fit his shoes. One of the final stops of my stroll was Holts and it happened. I fell in love with a(nother) bag.
Sigh.
I'm now trolling the internet to find out as much I can about it.
(Update: I found out I can get a knock-off version for <$200. Swell.)
Proenza Schouler
The gentlemen behind Proenza Schouler visited The Room this past week. I considered going, but I knew it would be a super fun experience or a super depressing one. I wasn't willing to risk it.
Anyway, pictures show that I would have loved the eye candy, but then would have promptly gotten depressed at being surrounded by things that I wouldn't be owning. For example, that tangerine coloured PS1?!? How fabulous!!!
I've only seen one PS1 in the city. As far as I know, The Room is the only place in town that sells them. When PS1s were starting to hit the market in the States, I went in a couple of times to Holts to ask if they would be the Canadian retailer and each person I chatted to had no idea what I was even talking about. I think most of them had never even heard of Proenza Schouler. I found that really bizarre.
Anyway, pictures show that I would have loved the eye candy, but then would have promptly gotten depressed at being surrounded by things that I wouldn't be owning. For example, that tangerine coloured PS1?!? How fabulous!!!
I've only seen one PS1 in the city. As far as I know, The Room is the only place in town that sells them. When PS1s were starting to hit the market in the States, I went in a couple of times to Holts to ask if they would be the Canadian retailer and each person I chatted to had no idea what I was even talking about. I think most of them had never even heard of Proenza Schouler. I found that really bizarre.
Macbook surgery
I spilled some OJ on the keyboard last night. At the time, it didn't seem to do any damage except for the emotional angst and panic that I felt.
This morning, some of the keys felt a wee bit sticky, so thanks to wonderful resource called the internet, I learned how to do some keyboard surgery to clean up the mess that I had made. If I had enough time, patience and a can of compressed air, I might take all of the keys off and do a more thorough cleaning (as I realized that there's a lot of hidden gunk under those keys), but alas, I have to get to school for my 1pm meeting. I know, rough schedule.
This morning, some of the keys felt a wee bit sticky, so thanks to wonderful resource called the internet, I learned how to do some keyboard surgery to clean up the mess that I had made. If I had enough time, patience and a can of compressed air, I might take all of the keys off and do a more thorough cleaning (as I realized that there's a lot of hidden gunk under those keys), but alas, I have to get to school for my 1pm meeting. I know, rough schedule.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
The new Rockets
One of the new Rockets swooshed by as I was waiting in for the subway today. It was "in-training" so all we could do was stand and ooh and aah at its presence. I'm quite excited for when they join the fleet in regular rotation. They looked a lot more sleek and modern from the outside, and the inside layout was quite similar to the ones that we have on the tracks now, but of course with that one really big difference in that it's one long car that passengers can freely walk around. No more car hopping necessary to get to that ideal location for a quick getaway to the stair/escalator!
It reminds me of the newer trains that I've ridden in (for example, here and here).
Here is a little bit more of a write up (including pictures) of the new trains.
Wheeee! I love metros!
It reminds me of the newer trains that I've ridden in (for example, here and here).
Here is a little bit more of a write up (including pictures) of the new trains.
Wheeee! I love metros!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Just as unecessary as the word "coprolite"
The name just sounds pretentious. Teetotalism. Or something out of a child's fairy tale. I haven't completely decided yet.
Teetotaler.
Tee hee hee.
Teetotaler.
Tee hee hee.
Marvelous metros
I love this.
I've traveled on a couple of them and been to some of the stations mentioned. They really are fantastic.
And they made the TTC's Museum Station look and sound a lot cooler than I think it actually is. I really don't think that I'm being overly critical of the station. In fact, I'd prefer other museum stations to ours in Toronto (even the simple Louvre-Rivoli in Paris, for example).
I guess they also wanted to try to get a variety. The stations in St. Petersburg were pretty incredible as well, but similar in style to the ones in Moscow.
I've traveled on a couple of them and been to some of the stations mentioned. They really are fantastic.
And they made the TTC's Museum Station look and sound a lot cooler than I think it actually is. I really don't think that I'm being overly critical of the station. In fact, I'd prefer other museum stations to ours in Toronto (even the simple Louvre-Rivoli in Paris, for example).
I guess they also wanted to try to get a variety. The stations in St. Petersburg were pretty incredible as well, but similar in style to the ones in Moscow.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Definitely a city girl
I had forgotten how, err, small Fredericton was. I mean, it's cute. Some sweet houses, and nice walking/biking paths and space by the river...but man, super small. The place is dead after 5 or 6pm.
AND I neglected to think about the fact that Fredericton is not a coast town when I was desperate for my lobster dinner. I got a wee bite of lobster, but definitely not enough to come close to satisfying my craving. I did get to eat fiddleheads, so I guess that's some sort of consolation.
UNB/STU is as lovely as I remember. Very lovely. It's on a hill, so it's great for the legs, and great for views of the town and river below. The buildings on campus are beautiful as well. I don't think I've been on a university campus I didn't like. In fact, when I travel, I try to find the local university campus, because I know that I'll probably enjoy it.
I've had some interesting thoughts and experiences these past few days. Relating to my career, my identity/tendencies...lots of self-reflection kind of moments. There were a couple things that this trip has confirmed, both professionally and personally.
I've been proud at my conscious effort to chat with strangers. It doesn't come naturally, I'm quite awkward and uncomfortable with meeting new people, but it's something that I'm working on. I've tried to 'become that person'. I don't know how to describe it. It's not that I'm 'acting' per se, but I become that 'meeting-new-people' person. Sometimes I can just become that person and it just flows really well, but other times it's really crippling how nervous and shy I get.
Also, I've enjoyed hearing French. And speaking it too. I floored someone at the airport by being able to chat with them in French. And then eavesdropping on other people's conversations and not having any problem understanding their entire conversation (yeah me!). And then some folks having a random conversation around me, and all of a sudden me just jumping right now. And I love surprising people with my French skills. It's nice to be able to pull it out of my back pocket. People really don't expect it.
I am a woman of many talents!
Okay enough rambling. I think I'm just getting nervous about my last presentation tomorrow. And then it's back to the real world. Once I get back, I guess I'll find out if this was enough of a getaway to last until July.
AND I neglected to think about the fact that Fredericton is not a coast town when I was desperate for my lobster dinner. I got a wee bite of lobster, but definitely not enough to come close to satisfying my craving. I did get to eat fiddleheads, so I guess that's some sort of consolation.
UNB/STU is as lovely as I remember. Very lovely. It's on a hill, so it's great for the legs, and great for views of the town and river below. The buildings on campus are beautiful as well. I don't think I've been on a university campus I didn't like. In fact, when I travel, I try to find the local university campus, because I know that I'll probably enjoy it.
I've had some interesting thoughts and experiences these past few days. Relating to my career, my identity/tendencies...lots of self-reflection kind of moments. There were a couple things that this trip has confirmed, both professionally and personally.
I've been proud at my conscious effort to chat with strangers. It doesn't come naturally, I'm quite awkward and uncomfortable with meeting new people, but it's something that I'm working on. I've tried to 'become that person'. I don't know how to describe it. It's not that I'm 'acting' per se, but I become that 'meeting-new-people' person. Sometimes I can just become that person and it just flows really well, but other times it's really crippling how nervous and shy I get.
Also, I've enjoyed hearing French. And speaking it too. I floored someone at the airport by being able to chat with them in French. And then eavesdropping on other people's conversations and not having any problem understanding their entire conversation (yeah me!). And then some folks having a random conversation around me, and all of a sudden me just jumping right now. And I love surprising people with my French skills. It's nice to be able to pull it out of my back pocket. People really don't expect it.
I am a woman of many talents!
Okay enough rambling. I think I'm just getting nervous about my last presentation tomorrow. And then it's back to the real world. Once I get back, I guess I'll find out if this was enough of a getaway to last until July.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Glad to be packing
I'm heading out East for a couple of days. It'll be the first time on a plane since the beginning of February and the first time out of the province since last August. How depressing.
I guess it really was this time last year that I got my last (working) vacation. Yes, this trip and last year's trips weren't complete holidays. I do/did have some work to do while enjoying my surroundings.
It's been hard for me not to travel as much as I used to. I'm lucky in that I have hobbies that allow for me to go to other cities/towns and to stay in hotels and stuff (I've always loved staying in hotels) but these events are always long hours and definitely no sightseeing. Sure, I get to do what I love and hang out with friends, but it is exhausting and definitely not a vacation.
I'm really looking forward to this trip. I'm feeling a little sluggish and unfortunately, I've caught something in these past couple of days, so while I might not be 100%, I think this trip will help me get there. Or at least closer to it. I'm hoping the ocean air will rejuvenate me. Or at least the copious amounts of lobster that I'm planning on eating will.
I've only been to the east coast once before, and I'll be going back to where I was all of those years ago. I think that will be nice in itself. Of course I'd like to see other parts of the Maritimes, but that will have to wait for another day.
I've been feeling the intense need to just pick up and take a couple days to be a tourist, but knowing that this trip was coming and that a bigger (and ultimately more expensive) trip is on the horizon (EUROPE!!!), I just couldn't get the courage to take off (although Porter makes it very tempting). I just thought that I needed to keep my priorities in check so knowing that I had two working trips coming up has kept me in the city.
Anyway, I do miss vacations. A lot.
But I'm looking forward to this trip. I know it will be exactly what I've needed.
I guess it really was this time last year that I got my last (working) vacation. Yes, this trip and last year's trips weren't complete holidays. I do/did have some work to do while enjoying my surroundings.
It's been hard for me not to travel as much as I used to. I'm lucky in that I have hobbies that allow for me to go to other cities/towns and to stay in hotels and stuff (I've always loved staying in hotels) but these events are always long hours and definitely no sightseeing. Sure, I get to do what I love and hang out with friends, but it is exhausting and definitely not a vacation.
I'm really looking forward to this trip. I'm feeling a little sluggish and unfortunately, I've caught something in these past couple of days, so while I might not be 100%, I think this trip will help me get there. Or at least closer to it. I'm hoping the ocean air will rejuvenate me. Or at least the copious amounts of lobster that I'm planning on eating will.
I've only been to the east coast once before, and I'll be going back to where I was all of those years ago. I think that will be nice in itself. Of course I'd like to see other parts of the Maritimes, but that will have to wait for another day.
I've been feeling the intense need to just pick up and take a couple days to be a tourist, but knowing that this trip was coming and that a bigger (and ultimately more expensive) trip is on the horizon (EUROPE!!!), I just couldn't get the courage to take off (although Porter makes it very tempting). I just thought that I needed to keep my priorities in check so knowing that I had two working trips coming up has kept me in the city.
Anyway, I do miss vacations. A lot.
But I'm looking forward to this trip. I know it will be exactly what I've needed.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Laura Secord
I'm eating Laura Secord boxed chocolates for the first time in a long time. I think since university (round 1) or even earlier. These chocolates were the things that I used to be so excited for. It was the gourmet version of Pot of Gold, or so I thought. I loved going through the cheat sheet and picking out my favorites to eat. My mom and I loved the French Crisp ones (second from the bottom on the left side).
Anyway, obviously things change. Tastes evolve and ummm, well, these chocolates aren't as tasty as I remember.
Maybe the quality of their chocolate has gone downhill since I was a kid...but maybe not.
Maybe I should just keep my warm fuzzy memories in tact and not eat many more of these in the future.
I will still give their ice cream a chance though. Superkid FTW!
Anyway, obviously things change. Tastes evolve and ummm, well, these chocolates aren't as tasty as I remember.
Maybe the quality of their chocolate has gone downhill since I was a kid...but maybe not.
Maybe I should just keep my warm fuzzy memories in tact and not eat many more of these in the future.
I will still give their ice cream a chance though. Superkid FTW!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Bill Cunningham New York
It's been a long time since I've paid money to see a movie in the theatre. I don't really know why. I think I just had other better things to do. Nonetheless, when I heard that Bill Cunningham New York was in town, I was pretty quick to go watch it.Bill Cunningham is a fashion photographer for the New York Times and is probably best known for his street style approach. He does make the rounds to the runway shows and to benefit/gala/soiree-type of events as well, but I think it's the street style in which he's made his mark.
Not really knowing much about the person, the lure of the documentary was fashion. It was akin to my desire to watch The September Issue to ogle as the fashion within the film.
Although fashion was a component of the film, Bill Cunningham New York was really about Bill. From the movie, I was able to get a sense of his artist's statement, his history, his life and his passion. While I was able to learn about photography and fashion as a result of the investigation about the person, the point of the film really was Bill.
For the fashion and street style of it, it was neat to hear about his process. His keen eye. His patience. The movie made me want to try something. One day, I want to sit somewhere for 30 minutes to an hour and just watch the world go by. I want to just try to notice things. And take pictures. And see what I come up with. I think I might stay at the same location. To really see/feel what's going on.
I'm intrigued his lifestyle. I could see some people feeling sorry for him, and maybe there's something within him that wishes his life turned out differently - I can't really tell, because he does seem to be quite candid, but at the same time, people can be quite good at not revealing their true feelings about certain topics. He seems to have a wonderful sense of humour. And a very child-like quality about him. I think it's his smile, spirit, and constant sense of joy that makes me feel that way about him.
There are many things that Bill said in the film that I can relate to or that I sometimes feel. It was interesting to hear someone else say it out loud. Recently, someone commented (or maybe inquired, I don't remember) on my seemingly high comfort level at doing things solo. Anyway, I've been thinking about that person's comment a lot. Probably too much.
It's true, I enjoy being on my own. This is not to say that I don't like being social and doing things with other people, but I am equally comfortable doing things alone. There are certain things that I like to do with other people and at certain times I prefer to be with other people, but there are also certain things that I like to do by myself and at certain times I prefer to be by myself. Sometimes I need alone time. I don't know if I've always been that way, or it's a comfort level that I've developed over time, but it struck me as odd when the comment was said. Maybe not odd, but surprising. Like it was impressive somehow. While it's nice to share moments and experiences with others, if you're having such a great time in life, the joys that you get out of life are sometimes enough. And sometimes although I'm not directly sharing those moments with someone I know, I know the people around me, albeit strangers, are having such a wonderful time that even if I never discuss it with them, it's like this unspoken bond that's there. That I know that someone else in the universe is loving life as much as I am, so it's not a lonely feeling. Or that I'm having such a great time that I don't notice that there's no one to share it with. That happiness is so vast that it's all I can think about. And I'm just so happy that I'm able to experience it. Sometimes it doesn't even cross my mind that I'm by myself. And I'm happy that I'm doing what I want to be doing and what I love. It's hard to explain. All I know is that it works for me.
My train of thought is now going towards what society thinks, but I never really wanted this blog to be a space where I 'go there'. I'm quite happy just reflecting and re-reflecting about those issues and so much more in my head or maybe on a piece of paper.
And it's not like I'm comfortable being by myself in all situations. There are certain things that I loathe. But the thing is, I am actively trying to get over those fears. Well, that's exactly it, you spend your whole life in your skin. You have to be comfortable with you. It should be normal to do things just with you. But you should be able to do things in any situation. By yourself or with others. Forget it, I need to get back on track.
I think the initial point to my ramble was to really say that I think Bill is doing what he loves. There are a couple moments in the film that the audience can potentially start to feel sorry for him, but I can't think of a person that doesn't have something in their life that makes us pause or potentially pass judgement. Bill seems to lead a very simple life (sort of related - the part about the history of the Carnegie Hall studios was fascinating), and he does seem to love his life (I really hope so - and because of the way society is, my judgement is too skewed to tell, and of course you can never really tell from just a film). And the fact that really doesn't seem to realize how big of deal he is. Moments in the film, a film that's supposed to be able him, it's like he trying to turn the filmmakers' attention to other things. Other people. To make the film more about the world of fashion. Or the world of NY. Even the little bits where he's interacting with the filmmakers. And responding to the fact that he's the subject of a film. It's wonderful.
Anyway, I think he's inspiring a lot of people along the way. I can only hope that I have that same affect on others within my lifetime.
Clearly, I thought it was an amazing film. Don't watch it to learn about fashion or photography or NY or all of those other things, watch it because it's a wonderful character piece and he seems like a wonderful fellow. He makes for a very compelling subject.
- picture courtesy of www.zeitgeistfilms.com/billcunninghamnewyork
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dance Your Ph.D.
I thought I had posted about the Dance Your Ph.D. contest, but I can't seem to find it. Maybe it was just an e-mail conversation that I had with a friend about it. Anyway, I was reminded of this today, so I felt like I had to share.
The premise is pretty self-explanatory...and amazing.
I only watched a couple of the entries from the 2010 contest because I found them kinda boring. I don't want some dance with deeper meaning that I can't figure out. I don't want to have to read the explanation. I want to watch the video and understand. Even if it is in a field that I don't know much about.
I think the winner did a great job of that. It's cute, literal, and makes it obvious what the heck is going on. The best part is that members of her lab were the dancers. Sure, she had some dance training, but it wasn't like the entire cast had taken dance classes before. At least, they looked like they hadn't.
It showed that they were willing to have a good time, not take themselves too seriously and help out a fellow labmate. I'm fond of the guy doing Thriller in the background. Too bad that the Thriller DNA wasn't able to interact (err, match the calibre of the dancing) with the target.
I'm not creative enough to come up with a dance for my own dissertation, but I'd love to be part of someone else's entry!
The premise is pretty self-explanatory...and amazing.
I only watched a couple of the entries from the 2010 contest because I found them kinda boring. I don't want some dance with deeper meaning that I can't figure out. I don't want to have to read the explanation. I want to watch the video and understand. Even if it is in a field that I don't know much about.
I think the winner did a great job of that. It's cute, literal, and makes it obvious what the heck is going on. The best part is that members of her lab were the dancers. Sure, she had some dance training, but it wasn't like the entire cast had taken dance classes before. At least, they looked like they hadn't.
It showed that they were willing to have a good time, not take themselves too seriously and help out a fellow labmate. I'm fond of the guy doing Thriller in the background. Too bad that the Thriller DNA wasn't able to interact (err, match the calibre of the dancing) with the target.
I'm not creative enough to come up with a dance for my own dissertation, but I'd love to be part of someone else's entry!
Zuca bags
I've seen two people in non-skating situations wheeling Zuca bags around downtown. Are these bags actually known outside of the skating world?
I still don't see the big deal. Who cares if they're stackable, have a frame so tha tyou can sit on them, and have wheels that light up. They're still weird looking.
I still don't see the big deal. Who cares if they're stackable, have a frame so tha tyou can sit on them, and have wheels that light up. They're still weird looking.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Jane's Walk
Last weekend was the annual Jane's Walk event. I don't know why I'd never heard of it before, but now that I know about it, it'll be something that I will definitely schedule in each year.
So, for the weekend of May 7th and 8th, there were hundreds of walking tours going on around the city. And not just downtown, but in the suburbs as well. There were historical walks, cultural walks, community walks...the variety was incredible.
As my weekend was pretty booked up with Hot Docs films and other commitments, I only managed to get to one walk this year.
I decided to pick the Graffiti in Toronto walk because the location and time was convenient and I was interested to learn more about graffiti. You see random scrawling on walls when you're a kid, and in adolescence, each time I took the RT, I enjoyed looking at the work between Lawrence East and Kennedy stations.
I wasn't sure how many folks would show up to such a walk. Apparently over 75! I know that some other walks were not well attended, but to show up to my first walk and have this many people also waiting around on a street corner for something official to begin was pretty amazing.
I also didn't really know what kind of person would be interested in these walks. Turns out, everyone! We had tots in strollers and on scooters all the way to more mature folks with canes or in wheelchairs.
Our two hour walk was lead by the folks at Tour Guys and although it wasn't a super in-depth look at graffiti in the city, it was a good introduction. I guess for an event such as this, you can't go too intense. And also with a group this large. The guide wanted the tour to be as interactive as possible, which probably also helped him to gauge the knowledge/interest level of his massive audience.
For me, not really knowing anything about graffiti, it was a perfect tour. I learned about tags, throw-ups and pieces and can even identify a couple artists in the city. Some standouts include Uber5000 (look for yellow birdies having a grand 'ole time! ) and Elicser (of the HUG Me tree fame - FYI, HUG is a crew, not an action...but many people do hug the tree and have stories to share about the tree).
We mainly walked down Graffiti Alley which is just south of Queen Street West, for the most part between Spadina Avenue and Portland Street (but there are sections that span outside of that area). Stopped to look at a couple pieces and discuss basics and issues surrounding graffiti and then continued to walk and just enjoy what surrounded us.
Needless to say, I really enjoyed myself and not only will I pay more attention to the graffiti around the city and sometimes even change my path to see some, but definitely make room for more walking tours in the future!
So, for the weekend of May 7th and 8th, there were hundreds of walking tours going on around the city. And not just downtown, but in the suburbs as well. There were historical walks, cultural walks, community walks...the variety was incredible.
As my weekend was pretty booked up with Hot Docs films and other commitments, I only managed to get to one walk this year.
I decided to pick the Graffiti in Toronto walk because the location and time was convenient and I was interested to learn more about graffiti. You see random scrawling on walls when you're a kid, and in adolescence, each time I took the RT, I enjoyed looking at the work between Lawrence East and Kennedy stations.I wasn't sure how many folks would show up to such a walk. Apparently over 75! I know that some other walks were not well attended, but to show up to my first walk and have this many people also waiting around on a street corner for something official to begin was pretty amazing.
I also didn't really know what kind of person would be interested in these walks. Turns out, everyone! We had tots in strollers and on scooters all the way to more mature folks with canes or in wheelchairs.
Our two hour walk was lead by the folks at Tour Guys and although it wasn't a super in-depth look at graffiti in the city, it was a good introduction. I guess for an event such as this, you can't go too intense. And also with a group this large. The guide wanted the tour to be as interactive as possible, which probably also helped him to gauge the knowledge/interest level of his massive audience.
For me, not really knowing anything about graffiti, it was a perfect tour. I learned about tags, throw-ups and pieces and can even identify a couple artists in the city. Some standouts include Uber5000 (look for yellow birdies having a grand 'ole time! ) and Elicser (of the HUG Me tree fame - FYI, HUG is a crew, not an action...but many people do hug the tree and have stories to share about the tree).
We mainly walked down Graffiti Alley which is just south of Queen Street West, for the most part between Spadina Avenue and Portland Street (but there are sections that span outside of that area). Stopped to look at a couple pieces and discuss basics and issues surrounding graffiti and then continued to walk and just enjoy what surrounded us.
Needless to say, I really enjoyed myself and not only will I pay more attention to the graffiti around the city and sometimes even change my path to see some, but definitely make room for more walking tours in the future!
Hot Docs 2011 recap
So, all in all, my Hot Docs 2011 experience was very successful. I attended 12 screenings (and only didn't get into one - well, there was a second one, but I didn't get there until after it had started) and enjoyed all of the movies that I watched.
1. POM Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold
2. Jig
3. Boy Cheerleaders
4. Conan O'Brien Can't Stop
5. Love Arranged
6. Becoming Santa
7. People in White
8. The Hollywood Complex
9. El Sicario, Room 164
10. Family Portrait in Black and White (screened with Hand to Toe: An Exploration in the Art of Giving)
11. The Interrupters
12. Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey
There were a couple more that I had really wanted to see, but maybe they'll get released in theatres, or I'll have a chance to see them at another festival or venue.
As per usual, all of the Hot Docs folks were fantastic and it was nice to meet some people while waiting in those rush lines or even in the theatre as we waited for the screenings to start.
Can't wait for the next film festival!
1. POM Wonderful Presents: The Greatest Movie Ever Sold
2. Jig
3. Boy Cheerleaders
4. Conan O'Brien Can't Stop
5. Love Arranged
6. Becoming Santa
7. People in White
8. The Hollywood Complex
9. El Sicario, Room 164
10. Family Portrait in Black and White (screened with Hand to Toe: An Exploration in the Art of Giving)
11. The Interrupters
12. Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey
There were a couple more that I had really wanted to see, but maybe they'll get released in theatres, or I'll have a chance to see them at another festival or venue.
As per usual, all of the Hot Docs folks were fantastic and it was nice to meet some people while waiting in those rush lines or even in the theatre as we waited for the screenings to start.
Can't wait for the next film festival!
Watermelon
Watermelon = sun and summer. Straight up.
I'm eating watermelon right now and it's fabulous.
Gross - I just looked at the weather report...we're in for a bunch of days of rain.
I'm eating watermelon right now and it's fabulous.
Gross - I just looked at the weather report...we're in for a bunch of days of rain.
Ah, the internet
A couple of my posts have gone missing as a result of maintenance on the Blogger website. It's kinda stressing me out.
I only realized that they were missing when I was looking to create a HotDocs recap post and couldn't find all of the posts that I had done for the movies that I'd watched. I looked around on a couple blogger site and stumbled upon a forum where people also shared that they were missing posts. One commenter made a remark about how that's the risk we take as bloggers and users of the internet, which is completely right.
I think so at least, I mean, I'm not a tech person, but I imagine that to be the case. For example, there are a bunch of e-mails from high school and early university years that I presume are forever lost because I was using a web-based e-mail address that just disappeared after awhile. Come to think of it, I'm using a web-based e-mail address for most of my correspondence now. Uh oh.
But I'm such a pack rat that I don't like the fact that my posts/e-mails can just disappear at a moments notice. I like going back and looking at posts/e-mails. Sometimes I find information that I need for them, other times it's just for nostalgia.
To solve the blog issue, I could write in a journal. I do every so often, and I usually write things there that I wouldn't feel comfortable writing online. I just like this blog as a way to practice writing, expressing thoughts, chronicling events and other schenanigans. It's been a crude version of twitter as times. I have shared some pictures as well on my blog.
At one point, I was considering printing out my blog and creating a hard copy of it so that in case it got lost, or when I decided to stop blogging, I would still have a record of it. That's actually the reason why I haven't changes my profile write-up. I was going to use this one for the time that it relates to, and then change it to a current profile and the one that I've been living out for the past almost-four years.
The blog has been fun. I've learned a very minimal number of html codes (better than nothing) and I know that it doesn't have a big readership, but that was never my main goal for it. Yes, I did want friends and family to read about some of my adventures when I lived in Europe, but of course that purpose is obsolete and while at the beginning it really was me trying to share my thoughts and experiences with the readers, the more I think of it, the more I realize that this blog is very much for me.
I am learning a lot from this blog. From my interests, to my habits, emotions, preferences, -isms, and so much more. Many posts may be dry and telling about what I did on whatever-trip, or what I thought about whatever-movie/restaurant/book/etc. but there is a deeper discovery that I've made through thinking about, composing, reading, and re-reading these posts.
So, while I had initially wanted to just comment on hoping that those couple posts come back soon, it's turned into a rambled dialogue of sorts.
And that's taught me something too. I love (self-)reflection.
I only realized that they were missing when I was looking to create a HotDocs recap post and couldn't find all of the posts that I had done for the movies that I'd watched. I looked around on a couple blogger site and stumbled upon a forum where people also shared that they were missing posts. One commenter made a remark about how that's the risk we take as bloggers and users of the internet, which is completely right.
I think so at least, I mean, I'm not a tech person, but I imagine that to be the case. For example, there are a bunch of e-mails from high school and early university years that I presume are forever lost because I was using a web-based e-mail address that just disappeared after awhile. Come to think of it, I'm using a web-based e-mail address for most of my correspondence now. Uh oh.
But I'm such a pack rat that I don't like the fact that my posts/e-mails can just disappear at a moments notice. I like going back and looking at posts/e-mails. Sometimes I find information that I need for them, other times it's just for nostalgia.
To solve the blog issue, I could write in a journal. I do every so often, and I usually write things there that I wouldn't feel comfortable writing online. I just like this blog as a way to practice writing, expressing thoughts, chronicling events and other schenanigans. It's been a crude version of twitter as times. I have shared some pictures as well on my blog.
At one point, I was considering printing out my blog and creating a hard copy of it so that in case it got lost, or when I decided to stop blogging, I would still have a record of it. That's actually the reason why I haven't changes my profile write-up. I was going to use this one for the time that it relates to, and then change it to a current profile and the one that I've been living out for the past almost-four years.
The blog has been fun. I've learned a very minimal number of html codes (better than nothing) and I know that it doesn't have a big readership, but that was never my main goal for it. Yes, I did want friends and family to read about some of my adventures when I lived in Europe, but of course that purpose is obsolete and while at the beginning it really was me trying to share my thoughts and experiences with the readers, the more I think of it, the more I realize that this blog is very much for me.
I am learning a lot from this blog. From my interests, to my habits, emotions, preferences, -isms, and so much more. Many posts may be dry and telling about what I did on whatever-trip, or what I thought about whatever-movie/restaurant/book/etc. but there is a deeper discovery that I've made through thinking about, composing, reading, and re-reading these posts.
So, while I had initially wanted to just comment on hoping that those couple posts come back soon, it's turned into a rambled dialogue of sorts.
And that's taught me something too. I love (self-)reflection.
Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey
Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey (official website here) is a film about puppeteer Kevin Clash. Among other characters, Kevin is the voice and physical presence behind Elmo.The film follows typical big-budget documentary protocol: background, character profile, inspirations, breakthroughs, interviews with various family members, friends, other constituents and a cameo or two (Whoopi!) the continued journey and the beginning of a new cycle with how Kevin's giving back and inspiring the next generation.
Of course the story was great, but I really liked learning about the art of puppetry. I really liked watching Kevin practice and coach other puppeteers. It's also interesting to watch how he 'creates' a character. And I'm not just talking about the part with needle and thread. The little nuances are amazing. Even watching them together on-stage for interviews or appearances...it really in like Elmo (or whatever character he's portraying) is alive. When all the attention is on the puppet, the attention really is on him/her/it. Kevin's focus is right there, his emotion is right there. Or focused on who the puppet is interacting with. And then the moments when Kevin and the puppet are interacting with one another. That's amazing too. It's so natural. And then when Kevin's in the spotlight, for example when Kevin's being asked a question in an interview, you can see that Elmo (or whoever) turns his attention to Kevin and listens as the audience does. Or even when Elmo's taking a break and not being manipulated as Kevin responds, I don't know if it's intentional or not, but Elmo just happens to look like he's sitting casually with his head leaning fondly on Kevin's chest or with his head cocked up so that he's looking in Kevin's direction. That interaction is amazing.
I had desperately hoped that there would be a Q&A for this film. Who doesn't love Elmo and how could you not be in awe of Kevin's talent and story? I watched a couple videos on the film's website and they are so wonderful. I wanted to see Elmo get tickled in person. Or give some sort of witty response to a question from the audience. Oh well, can't have them all.
It was a great film, again, because of the subject matter. I am, however, holding this film to higher standards. As a big budget film, I just expect more for some reason. Is that unfair? I mean, the film is narrated by Whoopi Goldberg, so it kinds of sets it apart from many of the other films that are at Hot Docs. The amount of archive footage that was available and included was incredible. I'm glad it was included because it enriched the film, but again, different category. So that being said, it was a good film, but not amazing. It's an amazing story and they were able to express that in the film, but the subject matter is amazing on its own so I don't think that they needed a lot of help there.
- picture courtesy of www.beingelmo.com
The Interrupters
The Interrupters (official website here) is a film about three "violence interrupters" working with the CeaseFire organization in Chicago. Each of the interrupters have street credibility as a result of their life experiences.Given the subject matter, I was pretty amazed at how much of an inside look we got into the world. There were a couple choice shots where faces weren't in the screen, or other images were fuzzed out...but we did see violence, we saw tense moments and we saw confrontations.
In the Q&A with director, Steve James, we also found out that there were many more scenes that couldn't be included in the film. That the crew were asked to step back from certain moments during shooting based on the situation. I do wonder if their presence did help in certain situations. Steve seemed to say no, because the characters are so emotionally involved with whatever they're doing that they basically forget about the crew.
I was absolutely mesmerized by the interrupters ability to communicate with members of their community. The way that they were able to use verbal and physical language was incredible. I was amazed by their courage and strength.
This documentary clearly focused on a couple positive/success stories that the interrupters were involved with. Sure, each story did have challenges and those involved still have their issues that they need to battle, but holistically, I believe them to be success stories. I was wondering if telling these specific stories provides a well-rounded and complete picture of the work that they do, but with a subject matter such as this, it seems obvious that the work they do is challenging so for something like this, what's the point on dwelling on the negative stuff? Might as well focus on the great stuff they do and look at the optimistic components of their work.
So, did I like this film? Yes. Most likely because of the content and the characters/stories that they decided to follow. Each are compelling (the interrupters and the folks that they work with) and great to watch. There are so many issues that are raised and of course it really tugged on my educator/mentoring heartstrings.
Mental note: I need to watch Hoop Dreams.
- picture courtesy of www.interrupters.kartemquin.com
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Hand to Toe: An Exploration in the Art of Giving
Hand to Toe: An Exploration in the Art of Giving was a short film screened with Family Portrait in Black and White. From the Hot Docs website:Once a week, Yellowknife’s Salvation Army transforms itself into a makeshift spa, offering pedicures, wool socks and a kind touch to those most in need. As neglected feet are cleaned, massaged and cared for, a greater connection is explored in this empathetic film celebrating the virtues of compassion.
I thought that this was great. Most of the shorts that I've seen are just artsy, kind of weird things that I don't really get - in fact, there was another one that I saw during the festival that I've completely forgotten about and didn't bother writing up. In general anything that somehow gets me emotionally, I tend to gravitate towards. Short film or not. Anything that involves compassion is a quick way to win my vote.
Although the synopsis of the film uses the term "spa", and describes features that could be seen as indulgent, I wonder if there's any parallel to foot washing traditions in religion contexts. As the Salvation Army is a Christian organization, it wouldn't be surprising.
Regardless, I really did just see it as a chance for those who use the facilities to have a moment of pampering. A moment that most of these people enjoy and deservedly so. A simple joy that doesn't take much time or effort but goes a long way.
I love the idea of it and I love the film itself. While you're able to eavesdrop of some conversations, the film is almost entirely comprised of feet. Worn-out and tired feet enjoying the moment. It's amazing because although they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, I felt like I could read a lot just from watching these feet. I got a sense of the history of these people. I got a sense of the weight that the feet have been carrying. I could see the feet exhaling.
I always have ideas for little things that I want to to make a difference. I do something different each year. I hope I don't forget about and have the courage to follow through with my most recent one.
- picture courtesy of www.hotdocs.ca
Glee's still got it
Rebecca Black's 'Friday' song has made the rounds. I'm not going to bother linking to a video or anything.
I think it's hilarious that everyone's so fanatical about this video/song. People are spazzing out about it. I guess I'm contributing to it by writing about it too.
It's not like it's my favorite song, but I don't think any negative thoughts towards it because look at how big it's gotten (for various reasons).
Anyway, I've said before that I enjoy the fact that Glee doesn't take itself too seriously. I think their inclusion of 'Friday' was very savvy of them and their rendition was great.
I'm still confused as to how long this show will be able to run and maintain its novelty (I'd be surprised if anyone's watching the show for the plotlines and investment in the characters) but in the meantime, it's pretty amazing.
I think it's hilarious that everyone's so fanatical about this video/song. People are spazzing out about it. I guess I'm contributing to it by writing about it too.
It's not like it's my favorite song, but I don't think any negative thoughts towards it because look at how big it's gotten (for various reasons).
Anyway, I've said before that I enjoy the fact that Glee doesn't take itself too seriously. I think their inclusion of 'Friday' was very savvy of them and their rendition was great.
I'm still confused as to how long this show will be able to run and maintain its novelty (I'd be surprised if anyone's watching the show for the plotlines and investment in the characters) but in the meantime, it's pretty amazing.
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