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Friday, July 29, 2005

Again from the East Coast...

This week in Morningnewsbeat, my favorite industry newsletter…

Wednesday, July 27…
The CBC reports that in Woodstock, New Brunswick, just five miles from the US-Canadian border, a controversy has broken out over the 85-year-old resident of a trailer park. The park is scheduled to be razed to make way for a Wal-Mart, and a deal was struck that would pay moving and relocation expenses for anyone owning a home and living there as of last December. The 85-year-old woman, however, was not covered because her mobile home is technically owned by her children. Now, the 33 other residents of the trailer park have banded together, refusing to move until the elderly woman is guaranteed reimbursement of her expenses.

Friday, July 29...
reported earlier this week about a controversy enveloping a trailer park in Woodstock, New Brunswick, about five miles from the US-Canada border. The trailer park was scheduled to be razed to make room for a Wal-Mart, with anyone who lived and owned a home there as of last December being reimbursed for moving and relocation expenses. The deal fell apart, though, when an 85-year-old woman didn’t qualify to have her expenses paid because her trailer home was technically owned by her children – at which point the rest of the parks residents said they wouldn’t move unless she were included. Now, however, the development company has agreed to pay the bulk of her expenses, the elderly woman has agreed, the other residents have backed down, and Woodstock will eventually get its Wal-Mart.

Just FYI… this is where Ebola is from… (okay, not the trailer park per se…). Ahh, the East Coast...

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Lloyd Dobler is ruining it for the rest of us...

Frequently cropping up in our discussions of late (around campfires, in restaurants and while sitting in my living room, drinking the last of the beer in my fridge after a long day of… drinking), is the Lloyd Dobler conundrum. What the hell am I talking about??? Shame on you! I’m referring to the romantic leading man of all 80’s movies… John Cusack as Lloyd Dobler, in Cameron Crowe’s film, Say Anything. Lloyd somehow manages to come across as hopelessly romantic as he serenades Diane, with his boom box playing “In Your Eyes.” Sigh…

Now any guy trying today to emulate that moment would come across as stalkerish, desperate and would likely have a restraining order slapped against him. That notwithstanding, I don’t know of a girl who wouldn’t appreciate some kind of grand gesture. I think dating has turned into something almost business-like, as we examine, evaluate, rate and slowly, slowly, allow glimpses of ourselves to show and usually ending things before we really get to know each other. But deep, deep, deep down inside I think we all love the idea of the guy we’re crushing on giving us a Dobler moment. And the fact that it never happens is a little heartbreaking. I wonder if a Dobler guy would get a much better chance than the average-I-have-no-feelings-guy… speaking for myself… I think so.

And hey, I’m a liberated girl… I think that we’re just as capable of the big romantic move… But yeah, I’m just as bad at this as everyone else and I’m certainly no grand gesture girl… I just think the idea of someone putting it all out there, laying bare their soul, so to speak, is so unbearably romantic and brave. It just won’t be me.

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

Not your typical commemoration...

250 years ago today, in 1755, the Acadian people were expelled from their homes by the British. Today’s commemoration is being marked by the sound of church bells in over 60 churches throughout New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI, Newfoundland and Quebec, and followed by a minute of silence. This will be the first ever commemoration since a Royal Proclamation was made in December 2003.

Why am I writing about this??? Well, I am Acadian. There’s your little known fact for the day – and likely explains why I know so many French curse words. I didn’t grow up overly conscious of the fact that I was Acadian… my mother, who is a Cormer-Chiasson (there are some French names for you!) married an Anglophone and although we speak fluent French, it wasn’t until the first ever Acadian Retrouvailles of 1994 in New Brunswick and the Sommet de la Francophonie, held in Moncton in 1999, that my family really re-embraced our Acadian heritage. In school, we covered the Acadian expulsion in history class, and what young Acadian girl hasn’t acted out a soliloquy from Antonine Maillet’s La Sagouine… (Just me? Okay then…). But it wasn’t until many, many years later that I realized my tie to this history.

I usually remember to raise a glass to my roots every August 15th (and maybe listen to a little 1755 – my favorite EVER Acadian Band) but more than that, I am very proud to declare myself an Acadian whenever I can. I’ll do so again today, at 17:55, (or 4:55 EST) when I’ll turn off my iPod in the car and observe the minute of silence… then like any proud Acadian, I’ll chase it down with a cold beer. Santé!

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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Oops, I'm in love...

So I’m leaving for work the other morning, and I get into the elevator. We stop a few floors down and in walks my 7th floor crush!!!!! I LOVE him! He’s got these super trendy glasses, great hair and he’s always wearing really, really amazing suits (nice suits are my girl-kryptonite… that and runners legs on a man. I LOVE nice, toned, but not muscle-ly legs… ah, okay, anyway… take a deep breath and calm down!). So anyhow, I’m in the elevator with 7th floor crush, who I haven’t seen since last November, when I was coming home at 2 in the morning from the K-OS concert… yes, the very first K-OS concert! So I managed to say "hi” but that was about all I could get out, other than my blink, blink, blink, I love you look. So I got off the elevator, walked to my car and decided it would be an all-about-crush-love day. You know, crush-love… instantly there………. and then we’re done.

I had several other crush-loves that day: motorcycle dude wearing grey wool pants (grey wool pants!!!) and dressed all preppy-like… love! And several others through the course of the day – mostly seen from my car. I had this thing, whenever I saw someone that I fell in crush-love with I would sing out to them “I love you.” Again, mostly from the safety of my car, but inevitably my car window was open much of the time, quite to the amusement of my 30 second love interests…

So it’s early evening, Greektown and I are headed out and I’m in the elevator, telling her about that morning’s crush – she’d heard the original story when I first met him in November – so there we are, the elevator doors are opening as I’m telling the story about him… and there he is! AGAIN – just coming up to the security doors of our building! “omigod it’s him! omigod he’s so hot! Omigod it’s him!” I say repeatedly in my breathless I-love-him-voice. “um, he’s right there, use your indoor voice…” Greektown reminds me. I pull it together for a very cool “hi” (again!) as I stroll past him. He’s still wearing the suit and I’m still in love. Too bad I likely won’t see him again for another 8 months…

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Drive to Sudbury and turn right...

Wow, if I’d had any idea how far French River really was, I don’t think I would have made it… But I’m so glad that we did make the trek to the Canadian Shield, to chillax at Out Of Africa and Queens Park’s cottage. We canoed, I went for a looooong run, we swam in the river, cooked, drank and chatted for hours around the campfire.

It was nice to get a bit of perspective on life, love, work, etc… a bit of distance is always great for figuring things out, as are 4-5 hour long car trips. I feel like the next few months are going to bring big, big changes. I’m not sure quite what they are, but it just feels like something is afoot. You know how things kind of swim along, really great for so long that you feel you have to stir things up? Even a great life gets a little boring after a while…

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Friday, July 22, 2005

I'm outta here...

the only way to tear me away from my first love... the city of Toronto... invite me to a cottage party!

Second cottage party of the year… this time far, far, far out of town – we’re heading an hour north of Parry Sound (4 hours from downtown) to Out Of Africa’s cottage. I’m looking forward to an amazing weekend of lazing around in a bathing suit, going for a loooong run in weather that is hopefully cooler than here!!! It’s calling for a low of 12 degrees (Celsius) tonight and I’m thrilled at the prospect of getting up at the crack of dawn to take advantage of that temperature! We’re on a river, so canoeing and kayaking are also going to be among my Saturday afternoon activities. Gotta find something to replace the badminton ballet escapades of the last cottage party. I’m envisioning canoe races…

I’m actually just thrilled at the prospect of a weekend free of plans! Other than cooking supper on Saturday night and breakfast Sunday morning (both of which are already planned, bought and merely have to be assembled), I have nothing to do but read, drink beer and soak up the sun. It seems like the summer has been zooming by… trips back East ate into my weekends and it seems that when I’m in Toronto, my weekends are so full! I think this trip will be a complete recharge… you know, except with tons of beer and food… maybe a trip to the outlets on the way back through Barrie… yeah… recharging…

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Where were you last night?

That’s what his card said, with a website listed on the back. If I’d known I was going to be on a website this morning, I might have done something a little more camera-worthy… oh well. Next time a super-glammed dude wants to take my picture at a show, I’ll know.

So there we were, listening to VHS or BETA, the opener for Controller.Controller at Lee’s Palace. I love Lee’s Palace… it’s dark and grungy and I absolutely love that the renovations amounted to moving the bar to the side and not even freshening the peeling black paint on the stage area. It’s a great little venue… I’ve seen Hayden, The Constantines, Matt Mays and El Torpedo and now Controller.Controller. Yeah, anyway, back to VHS or BETA… I really liked a few of their songs, despite their singer sounding like Simon LeBon (?). The music, an electronica meets rock, was really great and were it not for them sounding like they’d kidnapped the Duran Duran dude, I think I could really be into them. On the upside, the VHS or BETA singer looks like he has a serious case of anorexia, so things may turn up…

On the break, I wandered over to the merch table to pick up the Controller.Controller cd. I get back to our coveted side spot and mention to Greektown that the girl who sold me the cd was really friendly and thanked me for buying it… Greektown takes a wander over to the table, comes back and informs me that I just bought the cd from the Controller.Controller singer. Fun!

So I loved Controller.Controller. I got into my car this morning and slipped their cd in and had a blissful drive to work (alright, maybe not blissful, but I didn’t honk at anyone, unlike yesterday’s drive home…). Nirmala’s voice was great, although somewhat drowned out at times and the band had such a great energy. The songs flowed into each other, barely leaving us time to clap in between. Overall, a great set.

So we’re walking to the subway and just as we’re about to head into the station, Greektown pulls, well, she was basically ME, around say, Colin Firth… she grabs my arm and heads back to where three teen boys are hanging by the newspaper boxes… “Omigod I love your show! I love it! I get up every Saturday to watch it! I learned more about science watching your show than I did in high school or university!” At this point, I have no idea who these three – I don’t know? - 15 year olds (to me, anyone under 30 is 10 years old) – are… So we start to walk away after one of the boys chats with Greektown for a minute (I don’t know if he wanted to hit on us or run away…), when Greektown wheels around: “Are you shooting anymore shows?” The same boy informs us that yes, they are shooting three more episodes.

So off we go, into the station and as we’re walking in, I’m giving her the WTF look (more of move than a look – mouth agape, head shaking, hands pleading for an explanation). I’m usually the crazy person around celebrities and here she is, mental over who I’m assuming is the gang from Degrassi Junior High… Turns out it was a few actors from something, something Wolsey High (or as I like to call it, Wild About Science). I laughed so hard on the subway ride back to Bloor that my stomach still hurts this morning… “I learned more about science watching your show than I ever did in high school or university?????” I mean, oh yeah, I’m not 28 years old and watching a pre-teen show… AND gushing over the 10 year old actors…" NOTHING pervy about that!!!

So I’m walking into the lobby of my building, waiting for the elevator and thinking it just does not get any better than this… when the elevator door opens, and out struts a drag queen resplendent in 6” heels, huge blond hair to his/her waist and wearing the shortest miniskirt EVER. I step into the elevator and as he/she sashays out of the lobby I notice that on the back of his/her skirt is the word (parental advisory) cunt. Yeah, not bad for a Wednesday night. That’s where I was beeyatches….

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Am I really going to do it??!?

Am I really going to run a marathon?

So the training continues… 16 km long runs – 19 next week… its crazy! With all the traveling back and forth to the East Coast and other Friday night diversions (like last week’s K-OS show and this week’s trip to Out Of Africa’s cottage), I’ve been doing a lot of the long runs on my own during the week, which hasn’t been easy. But I’ve not missed one yet!

I sort of feel like the training has taken over my life. I’m always thinking about my next run. I plan my week’s activities around my long runs… I even plan meals and drinks around it! Most disturbing however, are my new shopping habits. I buy Powerade by the case. I know the nutritional facts on Power Gels. I’m stalking the city looking for eload and I find that every shopping trip somehow involves the purchase of a running-related item (ah, Puma sample sale and I come out with a running vest – boo hiss!). Anyone who dropped by my apartment unannounced would be welcomed by sports clothing and bras draped over furniture, drying out before going in the laundry basket (I hide this stuff from visitors). I think about running all the time and when I’m not thinking about it, I’m actually out there doing it.

With 10 weeks until the Toronto Waterfront Scotiabank Half Marathon and the Marine Corp. Marathon not far behind, the very surreal concept of me running 42 kilometers is starting to sink in… Our entry forms for Washington have to be in by early August. Travel plans are being endlessly discussed at each of our run meetings and those of us who had no intention of running in Washington (opting to do something in Toronto instead), are being swayed by the overwhelming enthusiasm everyone seems to have for “The People’s Race.”

So our original plan was never to run the Marine Corp Marathon – too expensive, we’d have to book vacation time, too much hassle. Now, I don’t know how I couldn’t run it. The idea of a couple hundred of my running colleagues out there with me, cheering each other on as we do the run, our coaches out there among us for that extra boost of support and at the end… well, the end of the Marine Corp Marathon is what it’s all about… a hug from a marine (oh, yeah and they give you a medal… medal, sh-medal – give me my hug!). So I guess, officially we’re still working out the details, but if I had to make the decision today about whether or not I was going… today would be a yes.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

All You Need to Know About... War of the Worlds

Movie: War of the Worlds
Director: Steven Spielberg
Writer: HG Wells (novel); Josh Friedman (screenplay)
Distributor: Paramount Pictures
Website: http://www.waroftheworlds.com/
Tom Cruise: Ray Ferrier
Dakota Fanning: Rachel
Justin Chatwin: Robbie
Tim Robbins: Harlan Ogilvy
Rick Gonzalez: Vincent
Yul Vazquez: Julio
Lenny Venito: Manny the Mechanic

Plot: Ray Ferrier is a working class man living in New Jersey. He's estranged from his family, his life isn't in order, and he's too caught up with himself. But the unthinkable and, ultimately, the unexpected happens to him in an extraordinary sense. His small town life is shaken violently by the arrival of destructive intruders: Aliens which have come en masse to destroy Earth. As they plow through the country in a wave of mass destruction and violence, Ray must come to the defense of his children. As the world must fend for itself by a new and very advanced enemy not of this world, it's inhabitants must save humanity from a far greater force that threatens to destroy it.

Comments: I’ve heard good and I’ve heard bad. And ultimately, the challenge with this movie is suspending all thoughts about “crazy TomKat” to focus on the film itself.

The cinematography of this film was wonderful, lots of amazing wide shots. The scene where Cruise comes out of the basement, and stands, dazed in a field of entrails and blood was chilling. That scene is imprinted on my mind. On the character development side, I enjoyed the dynamic of Tom Cruise as father to the ever amazing Dakota Fanning (how can you not love this child!?).

However, I’m not generally a fan of big production (ah, did you read my review of The Island??!), and this movie was no exception, other than it definitely delivered on the suspense. At the end of the day, it was a Hollywood blockbuster film that over-delivered on the action and not only gave us a hideous Hollywood ending, but failed to do enough with the story. It was one, long chase scene, just like The Island.

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Monday, July 18, 2005

K-OS and A Walk To Remember

NO! Not the movie of the same name… I’m talking about our Friday night stroll home from Fionn McCools on the Esplanade. Okay, wait… I’m getting ahead of myself - as I so often do.

Friday night Vermont Girl (visiting), Greektown and I headed down to the Molson Amphitheatre for the K-OS show. Now as most of you know, Greektown and I have seen K-OS several times this year… including their first local show on the Joyful Rebellion Tour – the Opera House last fall. So it was somewhat surreal to go from that venue, an intimate space, to the huge expanse of the Molson Amphitheatre. But at the same time, pretty thrilling (even if we didn’t end up backstage this time… boo hiss).

So the show was really good – although I suspect that nothing will ever top the Kingston show. But what I found overdone in guitar solos Friday night was more than made up for in B-Boy dancers. There was even DANCE FIGHTING!! Nothing makes me happier than dance fighting! It was a great homecoming for our favorite emcee.

Post-show, we decided to head to Fionn McCools to meet up with 601, Sporty Spice and the gang (since clearly guitar dude still hates me and we were not getting invited to hang with the band… ah, bitter?). We stuck around for a beer with the boys, before calling it a night and heading home. As we were walking along Front Street to Union Station, we come up to Front and Bay and were just getting ready to cross the street (we had the walk sign), we hear a huge BANG!

A shiny, white Lincoln Towncar smashes into the back of an older Ford Escort so hard that the Escort jumps ahead several feet and we see the passenger bring her hands to the back of her head. The dazed driver of the Escort gets out of his car and walks back to the Towncar, whose driver has lowered his window, but not deigned to get out of the car. We cross the street, but wonder aloud if we shouldn’t give our names and numbers as witnesses to the Escort driver. When the Towncar driver STAGGERS out of his car and tells the Escort driver that there’s no damage and refuses to give his insurance information… we head back over to the accident. We’re getting involved!

The back bumper of the Escort smashed in on the right hand side and the taillight is bulging out as well as the back panel. The Towncar’s license plate is bent in from the impact. The Towncar driver, a tiny, portly 60-ish white man with a strange accent (we couldn’t settle on a nationality), very Mr. Magoo, wearing Junior Soprano glasses, got out of his car and was belligerently refusing to exchange insurance info. He started to get back into his car and Greektown followed him, “Sir, Sir! You have to give him your insurance info! Sir!” The Tiny Towncar driver turns to Greektown and begins to argue with her… “There’s no damage!Vermont looks at him like he has three heads “Are you crazy? Have you looked at the car?” and begins pointing out the damage… Towncar driver turns to Greektown, yelling “You! You are clearly homeless! I give money to this community to support people like you (ah, WHAT?!?) and you will all go to jail!” (points wildly at us while struggling not to fall over – oh yeah – did I mention that Towncar is DRUNK??). “You will have cement bracelets on your feet!!” Now that’s a threat!

Meanwhille, the Escort driver is on his cell phone, calling the police as I offer useful commentary “Tell them he’s drunk! Tell them he’s threatening to leave the scene!Vermont, getting quite mad now, “Sir, you can’t leave the scene, the police are coming!” is now the focus of the Towncar driver’s rage as he turns to her, gives her the finger and raises two more, “One, two, three fingers, UP your bum!” “Tell me where you want it!” he bellows as he falls into his car, slams the door and speeds off, fishtailing up the street.

If only every Friday night was this eventful…

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Thursday, July 14, 2005

All You Need To Know About... The Island

Movie: The Island
Director: Michael Bay
Writer: Alex Kurtzman
Distributor: Dreamworks
Website: http://www.theisland-themovie.com/
Ewan McGregor: Lincoln Six Echo/Tom Lincoln
Scarlett Johansson: Jordan Two Delta/Sarah Jordan
Djimon Hounsou: Albert Laurent
Sean Bean: Merrick
Steve Buscemi: McCord
Michael Clarke Duncan: Starkweather

Plot: Lincoln Six-Echo (McGregor) is a resident of a seemingly utopian but contained facility in the mid-21st century. Like all of the inhabitants of this carefully controlled environment, Lincoln hopes to be chosen to go to the "The Island"—reportedly the last uncontaminated spot on the planet. But Lincoln soon discovers that everything about his existence is a lie. He and all of the other inhabitants of the facility are actually human clones whose only purpose is to provide "spare parts" for their original human counterparts. Realizing it is only a matter of time before he is "harvested," Lincoln makes a daring escape with a beautiful fellow resident named Jordan Two-Delta (Johansson). Relentlessly pursued by the forces of the sinister institute that once housed them, Lincoln and Jordan engage in a race for their lives to literally meet their makers.

Comments: Ah Jeez, this was maybe the worst movie I’ve seen all year. Wowza! It was definitely great for a laugh… much to the chagrin of the dude next to Out of Africa… “his mouth is smiling but his eyes aren’t!Donnez-moi une break!

Although it was rather yummy watching Ewan McGregor run around in a tight white outfit, his one liners: “I’m not asking for your permission, I’m asking for your help” were killing me!!! Despite having cast some really wonderful actors, this movie was just terrible. The action sequences were maybe the best I’ve ever seen – I really don’t think I’ve ever seen that many cars explode before – so good in fact that the four of us gave the sequence a round of applause… What REALLY made the movie magic for me was when the credits were rolling at the end and the four of us compiled a list of all the GLARINGLY obvious product placements
Here, from memory is my list:
Chrysler 300 (all things Daimler Chrysler)
Jack Daniels
American Express
Ben & Jerry’s
Tag Heuer watches
Calvin Klein
Esquire Magazine
Maxim Magazine
Popular Mechanics Magazine
Michelob Beer

The Island opens next week and if you’re a huge fan of action sequences, see this movie. Otherwise, save yourself the trouble and watch paint dry instead.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The dreaded break-up email...

Over dinner last night, one of my girlfriends mentioned that she needed to find a way to break up with someone (“other guy”) she’s been on a few dates with. Normally, a formal break-up would not be required for 4 or 5 dates, but the guy recently gave a rather impassioned speech about how much he likes her (I’ll say it again… guys are the new girls… Who does this?!), and scared her away. Here are a few of the lines we came up with…

Dear other guy:
Please go away.

Dear other guy:
I hate doing this over email, but I recycled my ex a few weeks back and we’ve decided to give it another try. Have a nice life.

Dear other guy:
I think that we’re on different pages in terms of what we’re each looking for. You’re looking for Mrs. Right and I’m looking for Mr. Right NOW.

Dear other guy:
I’m moving to Cambodia. Kidding! I just don’t want to see you anymore…

Dear other guy:
It’s not me, it’s you.

Dear other guy:
You have the lamest nickname of all the guys I’m seeing. Buh-bye now. Take care… buh-bye.

Dear other guy:
I have to stop seeing you or my husband’s going to beat the crap out of you.

Dear other guy:
If I were seeing someone exactly like you and you at the same time, I think I'd have to break up with both of you. But seeing as I'm seeing just you, I think it's over.

Dear other guy:
I’m not getting what I need out of this relationship. For instance, I need a car… I need a trip to Mexico… I need new Prada shoes…

Dear other guy:
This relationship is a week away from being the longest relationship I’ve ever been in and I’m not looking to set any new records. We’re broken up.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Ode to the FEM-Mullet...

I LOVE fem-mullets. I’ve actually named my recreational sporting teams the Fem-mullets. One of the best I’ve ever seen was at the curling club in Woodstock, New Brunswick (don’t EVEN ask why I was there – I plan on NEVER going back!). It was a peroxide white, super short spiky top with longish back and about a 5-8 inch-long rat tail. Yeah, in case you’re wondering when I saw this beauty – it was a year and a half ago. They are right out of the dark ages…

So I’m wandering around Walmart today and what do I spy… a FABULOUS fem-mullet – I mean FABULOUS! As in, “You’re my favorite!” the best I’ve seen in a while, mullet. Complete with FANNY PACK, no less. Awesome.

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Monday, July 11, 2005

What I'm Reading... Blindness

So, I recently finished Nobel Prize Winner Jose Saramago’s novel Blindness. I read this book when it was first published years ago, but when I heard that Atom Egoyan (He’s teeny tiny! I could put him in my pocket!) optioned the book for a film, I decided to re-read it. I love this book. It makes my skin crawl, it feels so real. I love the way he writes dialogue, I love his descriptions, the way he references characters and how at the same moment you can feel helpless and hopeful.

Blindness is a story about a plague of white blindness that strikes citizens of a nameless, timeless city as an epidemic. The blindness spreads rapidly throughout the city and panic ensues. People are quarantined and rapidly degenerate into savages. The story is told from the perspective of a woman, the wife of one of the first to lose their vision, who for some undiscovered reason has kept her sight, yet feigns blindness in order to accompany her husband into quarantine.

This is a book that still horrifies me when I walk the streets downtown and imagine what the city would be like if something like that were to occur. I wonder what I would be like under those conditions? Would I be able to survive? Would I want to? It brings to mind the quality of life issue – how terrible can things be to want to keep living regardless? In the most desperate situations, can you find a moment or a glimmer of happiness that makes it all worth it?

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Friday, July 08, 2005

Back to the East Coast... For a wedding, this time.

Brace yourselves for some sappy-ness - this is gonna get ugly!

I'm back at the beach, this time for something a lot more interesting than
meetings... My brother is getting married! He's one of the middle children
- we're four children, by the way - and he's the only boy. He is also the
first to get married in our lot - extending the family name and all that.
Not that there's ever been pressure for me (the eldest) to settle down -
quite the opposite, in fact. I think my mother would rather I fund her
retirement, instead of having my own family. Quite fine with me - other
than the giving-her-all-of-my-money part...

So I'm not typically a terribly public person when it comes to emotional
displays (I have issues - ask anyone), however I can already feel the prick
of tears behind my eyes at the thought of the whole wedding process. Or
maybe I'm just nervous about getting drunk and heckling the people from
Tracadie (I have to stop making fun of that place!!). Oh, did I mention I'm
the master of ceremonies? Yeah, apparently they already had someone lined
up as flower girl - boo hiss. I'm sure it will be quite a scene and you'll
get to hear all about it next week! I'd like to make a few predictions...
My grandmother will get drunk, I'll get drunk, my baby sister will get
drunk... Yeah, love East Coast weddings!

PS - got off the plane last night and went DIRECTLY to the Rockin' Rodeo

sent from my BlackBerry.

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

We have pimps on the East Coast too...

So I love that I come from the East Coast. By default, even the more urban areas have that rather rural feel to it – cows, farms, fishing boats, the whole rural experience is no more than a 20 minute drive from every urban center. So when we got all tarted up last Thursday night to hit the town – Marathon Girl, SJ Flames and I – I expected a little of the country to invade the city, but I had no idea what I was in for… Six months away desensitized me to what small town East Coast is all about. We hit the local “upscale pub” (also known as the meat market) for a drink before moving on to the Rockin’ Rodeo. Yes, you heard me right – a dance club called the Rockin’ Rodeo. Before you get to images of me wearing a cowboy hat and line dancing, let me first state that this is THE happening spot on Thursday night and the reason for that is that they play half dance, half country music. Yeah, it really is that bad….

So there we are – looking rather out of place for a number of reasons:

  • Our snatches weren’t showing.
  • None of us were dressed like pimps.
  • We were not 100 lbs overweight (I’ve NEVER seen anything like it).
  • We were not wearing stripper shoes or boots with glass heels.
  • Our t-bars weren’t showing.
  • Finally, none of us were 8 months pregnant, dressed like a hooker and drinking beer while smoking a cigarette. I WISH I WERE KIDDING.

We lasted about an hour and a half until we became exhausted from the ridiculing, then left for the St. George Street Dance Bar – the local gay bar. It was Scary-oke night at the fruit bar and it was entertaining! The self-proclaimed “Queen of Karaoke” did a rather remarkable rendition of the Black Eyed Peas song “Shut Up” which staggered the mind because he sang all the parts himself. Yeah, it was that kind of night.

Things improved slightly when they cleared the dance floor of tables and the obligatory techno dance music flooded the bar. We were immediately surrounded by sweaty, gyrating bodies – awesome. So the four of us (we added to our gang before heading to the fruit bar) kicked it on the dance floor – and as always happens at the fruit bar – the boys came flocking. It’s a phenomenon I do not understand AT ALL. I am apparently irresistible to the gay man. I had one guy dancing with me and doing the “I’m looking up your skirt” move (Puh-Push it real good!). Very entertaining, I must say. SJ Flames even got to cock-block for me when the “up my skirt” guy tried to take it to the next level and make a B/E/G sandwich with another guy. Yeah, I’m all over the suggestive dancing with the gay men – but I’m not really THAT girl – ONE AT A TIME ALREADY!

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

All Things Seafood

So a few years ago, I made a New Years resolution to Try New Things – meaning food. I have been a very picky eater my entire life and decided to finally strive to explore food opportunities that I had always turned my nose up at. Among those things I’ve discovered that I love, is all things seafood. Yeah, that’s right, prior to a few years ago, I ate no seafood – no lobster, no shrimp, crab, mussels, clams, scallops, nothing. I’ve now come to my senses and love it all! That said however, I’ve not yet mastered the art of eating a lobster – until now. As part of our meetings out East last week, we had a social night where our company arranged for our group to take over a converted lobster fishing boat to head out into the ocean for a lobster dinner / cruise. Part of the festivities included hauling in traps, getting an extensive biology lesson on the lobster and detailed instructions on how to cook and eat a lobster.

I’ve always been the girl who eats lobster mostly as a conduit to eating copious amounts of melted butter. Apparently this is not how lobster purists eat lobster… we got instructions on how to meticulously take the lobster apart, starting with the claws, how to drink the liquid from the claws and piece by piece eat the tender, cold, salty, delicious meat. We all sat on brightly painted benches, knee to knee on the boat, cracking apart the lobster and picking out the pieces of tender white meat. IT WAS SO GOOD!!

Aside from my wonderful lobster experience, I also managed to squeeze in a fantastic Seafood Vol-o-Vent, a puff pastry stuffed with shrimp, scallops and topped with a white wine cream sauce – OMG, so good. And no trip back East is complete without the obligatory fried clams (Deluxe).

Yeah, I’m good for, hmmmm, maybe a week before I have to go back for more!?! Although after the seafood FEAST on Sunday night at Red Lobster (how is this not on every street corner?!), I may have to go into withdrawal for a while – a dozen coconut shrimp, crab legs, garlic shrimp and God knows what else… I think I blacked out there for a while. It might have been all the garlic butter. This is definitely getting added to the monthly rotation… I say one month Pizza Delight and the next Red Lobster

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

So I went back East, aye?

So a week of hanging in my old stomping grounds, the good old East coast… Home for meetings at the mothership, I got to spend a few days with my family – grandmother included of course. Plans for my brother’s wedding next week were reviewed, as were the VERY specific (verbatim, pretty much) instructions for my role as master of ceremonies. Love my brother’s fiancée, she takes all the mystery out of my role… right down to the stories she’s “suggested” I tell. Awesome…

So I got all caught up on my favorite East coast things… I no sooner alighted from the plane than I was picking up my mother and dragging her to Pizza Delight for garlic fingers… a food phenomenon only available in the Maritimes. Garlic fingers are essentially pizza dough, topped with garlic butter, mozzarella and parmesan cheese, baked and served with donair sauce. The key is the donair sauce – a garlicky, sweet sauce without which the garlic fingers would be pretty lame.

I’ve yet to discover why pizza joints in the GTA haven’t discovered this amazing product. We basically lived on the stuff during university… coming home at 3 in the morning, ordering pizza and garlic fingers to stave off the hangover. Burger King poutine (fries with gravy and cheese curds) is a sad substitute! I also GORGED on seafood (more on that later) and drank my fill of Pumphouse Brewery ‘Cadian Cream Ale. Yummy! So basically all I did was dig my whole cholesterol hole a little deeper! On the upside, I FINALLY bought some Omega 3-6-9 capsules – yes, out of guilt!

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Monday, July 04, 2005

My very first Pride weekend!

So I have to confess that this year I AGAIN missed the Pride Parade… I had to fly home for sales meetings out East… I know, boo hiss! I did however, manage to participate in a few events, the Dyke March and a Drag King show called “Genderfukt” that a friend performed in. The Dyke March, very conveniently, passed right below our rooftop patio, so all I had to do was stick my slightly hung-over head over the edge and snap a few photos and I was there!

The city takes on a new kind of energy this week – so many more people around! I live on the fringe of the Gay Village in downtown TO and the neighborhood (or gayborhood as it’s more commonly called) was alive – festooned with pride flags, banners, posters announcing shows – we were covered in Pride. The Toronto Pride festival is the largest in North America and brings in over 100 million in tourism dollars for the city each year. Already a very open place, the city’s neighborhoods open their doors to visitors and host events throughout the downtown.

Genderfukt – the drag king show – took place in Little Italy at a spot called Sneaky Dees – typically a small / indie band venue, the bar was packed beyond capacity to hold the event. And what an event!! It was awesome! There were a few more breasts than I care to see, (flashing back to Mexico…) but the show was so good! My absolute favorite skit was by the Wet Spots – a naked guy with a guitar and a woman wearing pasties and panties, draped in pearls. They sang a song called “Do You Take It (in the ass)” and it is some kind of a catchy tune! Please click through to their website and sing along with the song!!! I’ve now even got my mother singing it! My other favorite moment was when Greektown’s brother, Capital City – the only straight guy in the bar - screamed out one of the performer’s names “Roxy Heartbreaker!!” at the top of his lungs. It was a bit of a moment…

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