May 14, 2006
And I do believe I love you…
Friday night began with a visit from an ice cream truck, and we rushed outside for a sweet treat. Then a call from friends to meet for drinks, and we partook in that just as happily. Saturday morn was a grocery shop and the purchase of a new teapot (the old one was disintegrating into our cups of tea, which we didn’t figure was healthy). And then Curtis made us brunch and we got it in our heads to clean up the porch, so we did, and then we sat our and drank beer, all Portuguese like. Nothing is quite as entertaining as watching the world go by, really. Life is a walking reality TV show. And then we went to Kensington for fruit and veg, and they played “That’s What Friends Are For” by Dionne Warwick in some place we walked past, and I’ve been humming it since. Tonight I finished Giving Up the Ghost (stunning) and started Democracy by Joan Didion, which I like so far.
And now, for either your educational pleasure or an opportunity to scoff at my stupidity, here are words I’ve written down from the last few books I read, because I did not know their definitions:
Putative: reputed, supposed
Molybdenum: a silver white brittle metallic transition element occurring naturally in molybdenite and used in steel to give strength and resistance to corrosion.
Fatuous: silly, purposeless
Exculpatory: freeing from blame
Lacunae: something missing or left out
Compunction: Uneasy conscience or feeling of remorse
Etiolate: to make a plant lose colour, to render something lost of vigour or substance
Intransigence: stubborness, the quality of being uncompromising
Persiflage: banter
Exhort: to urge or advise strongly
Maurice Vellacott: Idiot.
May 10, 2006
I miss your ginger hair
I’ve been streaming BBC Radio 1 at work, and my new favourite song is Valerie by The Zutons. You can watch the video here!
May 10, 2006
Hey Farmer farmer
I’m now reading Silent Spring by Rachel Carson, and it’s wonderful. I can see the Annie Dillard comparisons, because as Dillard is a writer who knows science, Rachel Carson was a scientist who really knew how to write. It’s also been fascinating to read Silent Spring so close to The Death and Life of the Great American Cities, as Jacobs’ and Carson’s messages were so similar. Both preaching the virtues of diversity and the power of time to develop things as it should.
May 7, 2006
All the news
More here on Muriel Spark. On Double Fault by Lionel Shriver, a reissue from her back catalogue (and bring on The Female of the Species too!) She has a brand new book coming out soon as well. Donna Martin gets wed (again)! Her new husband is quoted as saying, “I’ve never had as much of a desire to get married and make a woman my wife as I’ve had with her.” Now, that’s poetry. Along those lines, Horatio Caine gets married tomorrow! Lucky lady.
May 7, 2006
The Weekender
We went to the new bookstore this afternoon, which was wonderful because getting there involved walking through Trinity Bellwoods Park, which I always love to do. And it was wonderful, with books that were so pretty and lovely to hold, as well as those that are fine to read. The children’s section was fantastic (though devoid of Miffy, which is never good). They had lots of Drabbles however, and a whole wall of fiction that included popfic and litfic all shelved together, which is what I like to see. I ended up buying Giving Up the Ghost by Hilary Mantel, which I’ve wanted to read forever. (It’s a memoir, and I absolutely love her fiction. Plus it came recently recommended by Bronwyn, my partner in bookishness). So hurray for sunny days and book purchases. We walked along Queen Street to the Japanese grocery store, in which I indulged in my irritating habit of asking questions in Japanese that I will not understand the answer to. It’s always a bit humiliating in the end, but there is a fantastic few-second period in between me asking, “Meron-pan wa doca desu ca?” and someone looking slightly startled before answering in Japanese that is sort of like a drug to me. A socially harmful drug of course, but one that is also really quite fantastic.
Overheard from a small boy on a tricycle: “What goes up…. must come down”. “Yup,” says his mom. “So….” continues the boy, “what comes down must go up?” I didn’t catch the mom’s answer.
Friday night I was too tired to be vertical, and so I sprawled about my house and fell asleep early. We did have pizza though (with a new baking-powder crust that is delicious!). Saturday morning I was kidnapped and taken away to Brampton to help move my grandparents’s furniture to a different wing in their Springfield Retirement Castle, which was less than fun and I was there all day. However when I was returned downtown (unharmed and carrying a 24 of Labatt Blue), Stuart and I indulged in the College Street Life and went to The Big Chill on Manning for ice cream cones. Then after, we had a barbeque in our disgusting backyard with our ever-wonderful downstairs neighbour. Desiring to unwind a bit, I drank far too much of various things and was a bit of a moron, but the hotdogs were very very good. It was a fun night. And now I must go and eat some Japanese curry before I go out to work my last shift at the library (until next year, of course).
May 5, 2006
Catch
The other exciting thing about today is that I played catch on my lunch break! The other two girls who will be a part of our team haven’t started yet, and so this week I was the only girl at work. This was not a problem however, and everyone was extraordinarily nice and fun. I found myself giggling hysterically a fair bit, which is always a good sign. Anyway, today everyone went to play catch at lunch time. I tagged along, even though I haven’t tossed or caught a ball in years. And you know, I wasn’t terrible. Sometimes it’s really wonderful to do new things (or at least really old things). I was loving it, and my catching was alright. My throwing was a bit crap, but everyone was very nice about it. So I was sort of on top of the world, tossing the ball around the UC Back Campus and feeling all collegiate, even in my old age. Having never had a brother, I still get a kick out of playing with boys. But I was borrowing someone’s glove, so I dropped out before too long so he could have a chance to catch without using his bare hands. I tossed him the glove, and went off to side on the sidelines and read my book. And as I walked away, I heard them say, “Let’s use the real ball now!” and then they proceed to hurl throws that would have sent me cowering, covering my pretty face with my hands in mortal fear.
In further news, Baroque-A-Nova by Kevin Chong was wonderful. First, physically speaking it was really well-designed. And it was an absolutely enjoyable novel, and I would like to recommend it to boys and girls everywhere (though most specifically those who live in Canada). What I especially loved about this novel (as opposed to other books by young “first novelists”) was that the character “Saul” was not Kevin Chong. I felt as though he had specifically gone out of his way to make this not the case, which did not come across as trying to hard in the text, but rather Saul’s character was wonderfully developed in a way it would not have been had this been an auto-bio in the guise of a novel. Now reading Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson.
May 5, 2006
Pleasure of Ruins
Today was a significant day in book acquisitions, seeing as I purchased the most beautiful book ever. And you know I am not prone to hyperbole. The book is Pleasure of Ruins by Rose Macaulay, “photographically interpreted” by Roloff Beny. And it’s absolutely stunning. I came across it in December whilst shelf-reading the large book section at the library and I immediately fell in love. I even carted it home over the holidays, even though it’s very heavy and hurt my back to carry. But I wanted to read this book, fall under the spell cast by the prose and the photos. And I loved it. And then a few months back, a copy appeared in the window of this very strange and slightly gross bookshop on my way to school. I looked longingly every time I walked by, but was too afraid of the feral shopmaster to approach (he has one of those white beards that have turned yellow). But Stu went in other day and got the price, and it wasn’t bad. So braved the smell of wee and bought it tonight. The book itself does not smell like wee, thanks be to god. The dust jacket it slightly battered, and the edges of the pages are yellow, but still, I am the very proud owner of the most beautiful book I’ve ever seen.
May 3, 2006
Blurb
What a large chunk the workday eats into the day as a whole. I’d forgotten. I haven’t worked 9-5 in over two years. And all that while the world outside is shining with an early summer. I walked instead of rode my bike this morning, because it meant more fresh air. Also more exercise, which is probably for the best after eight hours spent sitting in chair. In good news, the Gap took back the evil angora in exchange for a store credit. Today I ate ice cream out of a truck. I just finished “Death and Life of Great American Cities” and am now starting on Kevin Chong’s Baroque a Nova to satisfy my fiction craving. So there. A novel written by a man out of my own free will. I’ll see how I like it.
Here on book blurbs, particularly those by by Dave Eggers. (Incidentally, Baroque A Nova is said to be “funny, haunting, moving, in equal measure” according to Mat Johnson, author of Drop). CBC Radio goes podcasting (ie you can listen to Metro Morning in the afternoon!). Hey everyone- they forgot us all in the Top 40 Under 40 (Damn you Craig Kielburger!! You’ve been making me look bad since you were eleven years old!). And poor Kaavya Viswanathan, who is no longer the top anything under anything.
May 2, 2006
Rabbit fluff
Today I learned a very tragic lesson about angora and fuzz. I didn’t even know it was angora (only 20% according to the label) but now I know why my new cardigan was on sale at The Gap. Bollocks!! I’ve scoured the internet, which suggests angora should go in the freezer before wearing to prevent shedding and should only be coupled with like-coloured underclothing. Bollocks indeed!! At least my new red shoes have proved utterly undisappointing. With them on my feet, I am well capable of flight I think. And yes, today I rejoined the world of 9-5, 365 days after finishing my last full-time job. It was fine. But I am quite zonked.
Last night I was a guest of Erin at the World Premiere of Booky Makes Her Mark at the Sprockets Film Festival for Children. Coming soon to your local CBC station, this film was fabulous, perhaps the best Canadian film I have EVER seen, and true to the wonderful books that were its inspiration. Moreover, Megan Follows (aka Anne of Green Gables) played the mother in the movie. More moreover, Megan Follows was there last night. Exactly. Last night I was in the same room as Anne of Green Gables, with an audience of children who had the audacity to ask if she’d been in any films other than Booky Makes Her Mark. Foolish children. She remains plucky and redheaded, and absolutely beautiful. What a brush with stardom!
Stuart is demanding that I come and share with him in David Caruso’s goodness, even while Jane Jacobs beckons. Stuart will win, I suppose.
I am writing a new short story. It’s autobiographical and full of lies!!
