February 13, 2006
Hobby update
Update! See the latest fruit of my hobbying over at Now Doing. And now after a weekend of dollar sales at the grocery store, towers, hotdogs, erins, movies, cupcakes, pizza, dim sum, carolyns, fathers and family parties, I’ve gotta get me some homework dun.
February 12, 2006
A Picture of Me!
Yesterday my friend Erin took a picture of the CN Tower for me. At 4:00, when I was in it! So here is a photo of the CN Tower with me inside. How exciting.
Lift the city’s lid
to reconstruct the place you know
while clouds sit low like shadows
in evaporating sunlight.
February 10, 2006
On Towers
I am reading “The Eiffel Tower” by Barthes, and it makes me remember when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. Our train sped out of a tunnel and then there it was before me, and I have never before been so awestruck by a sight. It was like something I had been imagining my whole life had just been constructed right before my eyes. Which I guess, in a way, it had been.
~the tower is there; incorporated into daily life until you can no longer grant it any specific attribute, determined merely to persist, like a rock or a river~
February 10, 2006
Holding hands while the worlds come tumbling down
Happy days. The weekend is shaping up well, not least of all because we are going up the CN Tower tomorrow! The price is ridiculous (why? I don’t know. I have recently become a CN Tower expert and they made back all their costs in 14 years. Perhaps the price is ridiculous because it can be) but my mom sent us a monetary gift for Valentines and it cut the cost in half. I am so excited. Because this will be research for an integral scene in my story and also because my obsession with the CN Tower is ooc. I am currently buried in guidebooks and urban plans for 1970s Toronto and I feel like I’ve gone back in time a bit. Which is good really, if I want to create anything believable. Anyway the Tower plan is weather-permitting. But we’ve got a knit/movie date with E. Smith the brilliant tomorrow night, and we’ve got a lunch date with C. Brown on Sunday, so even if it rains we will get to smile. Another good thing is a compliment I received last evening that set me a bit aglow.
I’ve decided to read 200 books this year. I am already finished 17 so I think it’s possible. My Summer Re-Reading Project will make the overall selection a bit weird, but alas. I have read one chapter of Lisa Moore’s “Alligator” and it’s wonderful.
I’ve got laundry in my immediate future. Bollocks.
February 7, 2006
On Iran
Polly Toynbee sounds the voice of reason with Let’s Cut a Deal With the Mullahs. She writes:
Fantasy diplomacy is ready to fight all the way to stop the mullahs getting the bomb. Reality suggests there is a difficult choice: if you cannot win, give up at once to minimise the damage. Get off the high horse and start to negotiate terms on which Iran can be allowed to enrich uranium. It amounts to turning a blind eye to their weapons potential while striking a deal that saves their face, affords them some dignity and entices them economically into becoming a more stable force.
February 6, 2006
Bad English
The Bad English verbal scuffle the other night has proved a bit incendiary. It’s the way things go, because now I’m obsessed with “When I See You Smile”. My computer was unimpressed and swallowed my “Power Ballads” CD. But can you blame me, with the following lyrics. Sheer poetry, bringing hope to the adolescent and lovelorn.
Sometimes I wonder
How I’d ever make it through,
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn’t have a clue
‘Cause sometimes it seems
Like this world’s closing in on me,
And there’s no way of breaking free
And then I see you reach for me
Sometimes I wanna give up
I wanna give in,
I wanna quit the fight
And then I see you, baby
And everything’s alright,
everything’s alright
When I see you smile
I can face the world, oh oh,
you know I can do anything
When I see you smile
I see a ray of light, oh oh,
I see it shining right through the rain
When I see you smile
Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me
Baby there’s nothing in this world
that could ever do
What a touch of your hand can do
It’s like nothing that I ever knew
And when the rain is falling
I don’t feel it,
’cause you’re here with me now
And one look at you baby
Is all I’ll ever need,
you’re all I’ll ever need
Sometimes I wanna give up
I wanna give in,
I wanna quit the fight
And then I see you baby
And everything’s alright,
everything’s alright
I think “I wanna quit the fight” is my favourite line, and that they managed to rhyme it with “everything’s alright”. And the obligatory falling rain. What a set of teeth that woman must have had, to cast whole rays of light. I sort of wish I lived in a world where Bad English was at the top of the pop charts.
Now reading Esther Freud’s The Sea House.
And believe it or not, the little story I am writing about sewing a button on a coat is proving sort of dull.
February 4, 2006
Book in the post Alert
How exciting! A book in the post is due to arrive this week. It’s my first used book purchased online. I have bought The Writing Life by Annie Dillard, which the more attentive might recognised as being a book I already owned but left behind in Japan. I am writing my final paper for one of my courses on it, and I am quite interested to see how my perspective on it has changed since I last read it, as my attitude toward writing is quite different now. In other book news, I just read “Judgement Day” by Penelope Lively, and I think it my favourite book of hers that I have read. Also reading AN Wilson’s “After the Victorians: The Decline of Britain in the World”, which is long long long but full of the most excellent stories.
Siri Hustvedt (of the wonderful “What I Loved”) is profiled. Her comment that with her essays and even her fiction, she believes in “rigorous honesty”. Take that jab Frey! February Poetry workshop in The Guardian. Ivor tells us how to love our cities online.
This weekend’s highlights include brunch with Fiona I et al, and then dress shopping with Miss Katie Doering Sunday afternoon. Have I mentioned that I am a bridesmaid?
Husband and I just had small altercation about me playing “When I See You Smile” by Bad English in the living room.
February 2, 2006
Unrequition
A break-up is always difficult, whatever the circumstances. The end of a marriage is devastating, being dumped is humiliating, dealing with the end of a common-law relationship is hard because there is no established paradigm as to how to do this. The end of love is doomed to be a messy business, but particularly so if there was only half a love involved. Getting over unrequited love is perhaps the hardest thing of all.
The divorcees don’t know how lucky they have it. They look around and see painful reminders, but I call it proof. Wedding photos, old cards and letters, souvenirs from vacation past. At least somebody liked you once upon a time. All I had was a photograph folded into three, to cut out my friend in the middle so it looked like he and I were standing side-by-side. And you can’t put that up on the mantel.
I remember the futility of shaving my legs almost daily, just in case, and it all coming to naught. I remember laying awake all night, terrified he had ordered call display and was going to find out that it was I who had called and hung up nineteen times while he was at work one day. Trying to interpret signals in such a way that him going out of his way to avoid my path somehow meant affection. “He is intimidated by you,” my friends said. “He’s afraid of me,” I declared, implying that he was afraid of someone like me, someone he couldn’t help but fall in love with, because it was a big step to take. Though of course, in fact, no. He was just really afraid of me. As anyone would be of one who called nineteen times and hung up while they were at work.
There is no vocabulary for it. You can’t refer to “my ex”. Instead, you just can’t talk about it at all and years of your life get wiped away. Which might be a good thing, considering how remembering those years make your writhe in agonizing embarrassment. But no one lets you mourn. Mainly because they’re tired of you, him, and the fact that you’ve been mourning since the day you met him. No one lets you mourn the death of hope, which is the saddest death of all.
The end of unrequited love is no less monumental than any other. Look at the great unrequited loves throughout history: Britney Spears and Prince William, Rosie O’Donnell and Tom Cruise, Scarlet O’Hara and Ashley Wilkes. It is a proud tradition. And there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Glowing beaming radiant light. Because in the end Brit found K-Fed. And as God as her witness, I am sure, she will never be hungry again.
January 31, 2006
There's a dog in the school
Do you remember what it was like when a dog got into your school? Stuart and I were discussing this today, the ensuing chaos, cheering children and a very confused canine. We went to very different schools on separate continents, so this may be an under-recognised universal phenomenon.
Must-read lists for children! It’s a fun article, except that Andrew Motion recommends Ulysses, that pretentious fecker. Anyway, I will make my own Kid Lit Must-Reads, as follows, in no particular order: Madeleine (Series) by Ludwig Bemelmans, Miffy (Series) by Dick Bruna, Dogger by Shirley Hughes, Olivia by Ian Falconer, Ramona (Series) by Beverley Quimby, Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery, A Handful of Time by Kit Pearson, Charlotte Sometimes by Penelope Farmer and A Wrinkle in Time (Series)- particularly A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L’Engle. For one who so distains Science Fiction/Fantasy (sorry), I am confused as to why almost all the YA Books I remember, love and recommend are about time travel.
On peddling words.
And I toted Woolf in Ceylon home from the library today!
