Saturday, May 4, 2024

Plans for the Day (May 2024)

I will briefly sketch out what is supposed to happen today, and then tonight (or tomorrow), I can circle back if things went wildly off track.  I'm going to run down to Union Station with my son, who is heading back to Ottawa on the train.  I will then catch the next bus to Hamilton.  I should be getting in close to 2 pm, and ideally quite a bit sooner than that.

I'm going to head over to the main branch of the Hamilton Library to look up books by Chris Pannell.  Now this is a bit weird.  There was a significant period of time where none of his books were in TPL or Robarts.  I remember this, because I actually asked a work colleague who lived in Hamilton to borrow them for me.  Pannell is a Hamilton-based poet and might even have been its poet laureate for a year or two.  It never worked out with my co-worker, so I decided I should combine a visit to Dundas Little Theatre (to see Lobby Hero) with a trip to the library.  I was starting to get a bit bent out of shape when I found out that two of the books I was going to look at were actually in the Dundas branch and not the main branch, and I don't think it is feasible to get to both branches (without a car at any rate).  Then I circled back and found that the books in question were in Robarts after all.  Weird, thought I.  But I put a hold on them, and continued planning.  Then this morning I went and checked the TPL, and they had all of Pannell's poetry collections, so I don't really need to go to the Hamilton Library after all.  (Though the Sunday matinee was sold out, so changing plans doesn't really make sense at this point.)  I know for a fact that none of these libraries had them at the time I was looking, so this definitely seems pretty strange.  But good news for poetry lovers in Toronto...

Assuming there is a bit of time, I'll probably run over to the Art Gallery of Hamilton, but I think I'll only go upstairs where the gallery is free, since the paid exhibits just don't hold a lot of appeal.  Then I'll catch the #5 bus from downtown to Dundas and get something to eat, and then slowly make my way over to the theatre.  I really hope it doesn't rain as much as they expect, or at least not in Hamilton, as I don't think there is anywhere to hang out for an hour before the play starts.  I'm feeling a bit anxious, as it looks like it won't actually wrap up until 10:30, and then there is a bus back to Toronto at 11 and then next one after that is midnight.  So I will definitely have to have a cab waiting at the theatre door to get me back downtown pronto.  

I'm not exactly loving it, but I expect to wrap up Joelle Taylor's The Night Alphabet today, so I can drop it off at Robarts tomorrow when I pick up the Pannell books.  Otherwise, I probably would have taken Nicholas Nickleby along.  I'm not really sure when I will find the time to read that, though I guess I will just keep chipping away at it, in between other things.  In the end I didn't really love Shteyngart's Our Country Friends and I thought the way he "cleverly" name-checked Boccaccio with a character named Dee Cameron but then didn't have the characters tell each other any stories, was actually pretty lame.  This review is pretty close to my views on the book.  I am finding Naben Ruthnum's A Hero of Our Time to be quite good so far.  I do worry that it cuts pretty close to the main throughline of the play about planners that I am writing, though the way that the young but fairly ruthless characters achieve their ambitions are probably different enough.  Nonetheless, I will probably find a couple of riffs on corporate life are now off-limits to me (sad), but I'll just finish it off now anyway, and then read the last (for now) pandemic novel, Rosenblum's These Days are Numbered.  After this, I suspect I will alternate chunks of Nickleby and the Heptameron, and then Rushdie's Victory City and Koestler's Darkness at Noon and Dawn Powell's The Golden Spur.  Somewhere along the way, I think I will tackle Oblomov as well.  Unless I take a summer reading break, or do a lot of travel out to California, this may well take me into the fall.

Assuming I am not completely stuck in Hamilton and I get some rest tonight, I plan on taking a few more CDs over to BMV.  I was pleased that they bought most of the CDs I brought over last time, even the classical sets!, and I have a fair number of CDs I would really love to clear out of my office space, to help get me moving on cleaning and reorganizing it.  I am currently planning on seeing District 9 at Carlton at 1, and then an animated film called Mars Express over at TIFF at 4:15.  But I have a bit of other work I should try to wrap up, and I may have to scale back my ambitions a bit.  We shall see.  As always, I am just a bit too ambitious for my own good.  (I did manage to get over to the AGO on Wed., now that the striking workers settled with management, so at least I can cross that off the list!  I didn't really love the Making Her Mark exhibit because the time period is far outside the art I like.  They are supposed to open up a modernist art exhibit in mid to late May, and that will be much more my cup of tea...)


Sunday, April 28, 2024

Strange Saturday

Yesterday did not go at all as I planned, but I suppose things worked out ok, aside from the fact I am dog-tired.  I had a very clear vision of planning to wrap up the Canadian taxes and also dropping off some music for sale at BMV.  (I had taken the stuff over on Tues. after work, but it was after 6, which is when they stop looking at buying material of any sort.  This means effectively that I am not likely to make it in time during the week and have to go on the weekend.)

I did get through the taxes, though I have to admit I know I didn't do them to the best of my abilities.  I think I may have left some money on the table by not claiming the foreign tax credit.  And so forth.  Everything just dragged and was particularly hard this time around.  I'm not really sure why this year was so terrible, but it really was for both US and Canadian taxes.  Sadly, next year will probably be just as challenging.

Anyway, by the time I wrapped it up, it was just about noon (and I had long ago abandoned the idea of getting over to BMV).  I was slated to see a play at Crow's Theatre at 1:30.  I had been so sure I would be in and out of the office that I had left my glasses at home.  Rookie mistake.  Since it was raining and I hadn't ridden my bike, I was pretty sure that I would just be cutting it too close by taking transit home rather than to the theatre.  So I sprung for a cab, which is incredibly rare for me.

With that, I was able to get back, grab my glasses and get over to see Huff at Crow's Theatre.  What happened next was a little hard to believe.  Huff starts out with Cliff Cardinal with a plastic bag over his head in a simulated suicide attempt.  He got about three minutes in, and stopped the performance.  He ripped the bag off and said that his body just wouldn't let him go on and the show was over and then left the stage.  The audience sat around for a few minutes, before eventually the manager came over and said that they would be arranging for refunds.  As you can imagine, things were pretty somber and some people were extremely put out, having braved the traffic and the weather to come out for the show.

I went over to the library and dropped off a fairly overdue book and picked up a couple of books on hold for me.  Then I did some grocery shopping, getting everything I should need for the recipe I am making this week.  Oh, and I ran into Staples and got a new ink cartridge and was able to resurrect my printer.  Score!  Then I fired off an email to Crow's, asking about the various refund options.  They got back to me quite quickly saying that, while they preferred people pick up an extra ticket to their next show, The Wrong Bashir, there were a few tickets remaining to Huff's final two performances: 7:30 in the evening and then a Sunday matinee.  I couldn't go on Sunday, so I asked about rebooking for the evening, though I thought the chances were pretty strong that whatever was bothering Cliff was going to carry over to the next show.  Still, it was worth a gamble.  I was a bit surprised when they said they were able to make the switch.  Definitely one of the advantages of living relatively close to the theatre is that I am able to come back on short notice!

It was just short of 5 pm after all these various tasks, so I ran up to the Shoppers on Danforth and mailed off the taxes, so I am done for the year.  Whew!  Apropos of the vagaries of the postal system, it looks like Amazon is about to ship me the last Krazy Kat volume, and I have to decide if I am going to get some of the back copies of the dailies from the 1910s (through eBay).  And I am waiting on Cela's The Hive, since my brother didn't remember to bring it when we met up in Seattle, so he's just going to ship it to me.  (It's just as well, since I didn't get nearly as much reading done on these recent trips as I had expected...)

I decided that I would bike to Crow's (since the rain had finally stopped).  That way if Cliff flaked out again, I would just head straight over to The Rex to see Neil Swainson playing.  I had planned on getting over there just after 8 pm, but thought the Huff gamble/gambit was worth taking.

I was really holding my breath the first couple of minutes, but Cliff got past the part where his head is in a bag, and things seemed quite promising.  There was a tense moment when someone's phone rang, and he came fairly close to stopping the whole performance when the audience member was incredibly stubborn about not taking out their phone and turning it off, but we fortunately got past that.  It is a tough play, so I can see why this might well be the last chance to see him doing it himself, and I am glad that I did get to see it in the end.  The show wrapped at 9, and I zoomed over to The Rex.  I got there just as they were playing the last song of the first set.  Also, it was quite crowded, and it wasn't clear if I would even get in!  In the end, I got a seat at a weird back table.

I was able to get Neil to sign an imported CD from his days with the Woody Shaw band.  He had never heard of this CD, so I said I would try to get him a ripped copy the next time he is at The Rex, which should be June.  The second set was great, and I managed to write out a decent chunk of a scene from my "planner play."  So a quite overstuffed day, but a good, if exhausting, one.  I perhaps should try to make it over to the gym Sunday morning, but I suspect I will want to sleep in a bit.  I think the main goal is to try to get over to BMV fairly soon after they open (at noon) and then hit Robarts and then see a concert at Koerner Hall at 3.  I may try to get to bed early after all that.

I was planning on taking on some thoughts about all the double bills and overstuffed days from the past couple of months, but this post is already too long.  Until next time.  Ciao!

Monday, April 22, 2024

Two Trips (and Taxes)

I have been particularly bad about updating the blog, but I had my reasons.  Two weeks ago, I was gone almost the entire week for a business trip.  In fact, I had to leave Sunday evening because the main reason for going was to drop in on the TransLink model users' group, which was Monday morning out in Vancouver!  I also really wanted to see Shakespeare Bash'd do their staged reading of Knight of the Burning Pestle.  So I pushed to get one of the latest flights that I could, which I think was 10 pm.  If the reading had been just a bit shorter or the Dundas streetcar ran a bit more on time, I might actually have run into MOCA, though I'm sure I'll have other opportunities before the new group show closes.  

As it turned out, I had a lot of time to kill at Pearson, so I worked a bit on a bid for the new transit vision for Surrey and eventually read a bit.  It was a game-time decision, but I took Nicholas Nickelby instead of Oliver Twist, in part because Oliver is somewhat shorter, and I thought it might be more likely I could just read that as part of my regular reading (and didn't need the boost of a long train or plane ride).  It might be just as well I did bring that for reasons I'll get into a bit later.*  However, I really read very light on any of the plane rides, except for Tues. afternoon when I went off to SFO.  All the other times, I did my best to sleep on the plane.  I wouldn't say it was a wasted opportunity, but I just hadn't expected it to play out that way.

I got to Vancouver just after midnight, but it took forever to get off the plane and then get my luggage from the belt.  I decided not to risk running over to the Canada Line, since the last train was around 1 am.  I took a 5 minute cab ride to the hotel and crashed.  I think in the end, I left around 6:45 to try to get out to Sapperton (in New Westminster) by 8:30.  I actually had to take everything with me, since I was going to transfer to a downtown hotel after work.

The meeting went well, and I saw a lot of consultants I used to work with, though nearly all the modelling team joined since I left TransLink.  I actually managed to eat lunch with them.  Then I had a meeting at 3.  It took a very long time to get the wifi working, since in fact it was a largely virtual meeting.  Then I hung around for another hour or so, and met a former work colleague, since we were going to have dinner together downtown.  (I may have already mentioned that the weather was pretty overcast and in fact rained on and off all day.  Given that the eclipse wasn't going to be that special in Vancouver, no one bothered to go out to see it.  I was really sad to hear that the weather didn't cooperate much in Toronto either, and in fact the sky cleared up after the eclipse was over, though at least it got really dark and eerie.  Just in general, Toronto weather never cooperates for anything like this, though the partial eclipse in 2017 was an exception...)

Tues. I went over to the company offices, and I had a few phone calls to deal with.  I gave a lunch and learn on post-COVID forecasting.  Four people from TransLink showed up in person, and quite a number were on-line.  Then 3 of them were able to grab coffee afterwards, and we chatted about scenario forecasting and their new survey.  The weather was much nicer, and I took the Sea Bus over to North Vancouver and had dinner there.

Wed. I had a morning meeting quite close to the office, and then a 11:15 meeting at Metrotown in Burnaby.  I was a little early, so I just went a bit further on the Sky Train and took photos and videos of the view.  I do miss the views from Vancouver, which are among the best I've ever experienced.  

The second meeting also went well, then I had lunch in Metrotown.  While a lot of restaurants had changed, there was still a fast-food Indian place.  It was good, though certainly much spicier than I remembered!

I had the rest of the afternoon free, so I went to the Vancouver Art Gallery.  Most of it wasn't all that interesting, though the had recently rehung a bunch of Emily Carr paintings.








I still had some time, so I went into the Bill Reid Gallery for the first time.  It's pretty small but focused on his art, as well as rotating through other First Nations artists.

Then I went over to catch the Amtrak down to Seattle.  It wasn't a bad trip, though it definitely shouldn't take as long as it does.  I managed to finish up a shortish novel (Paradise Travel by Jorge Franco).  In general, I was reading a lot more of The Decameron and very little Dickens, but I did want to see if I could just leave this somewhere in Seattle, which I did in the end.

Seattle was a bit more frantic.  I ended up meeting two mobility data reps and someone in our Seattle office.  Then I met up with my brother for an extended lunch at Spice King (an Indian place).  Then I went over to the Seattle Art Museum.  I was moderately excited that I had a second chance to see Jaune Quick-to-See Smith after seeing this massive retrospective at the Whitney last year.  It's possible that some pieces were left out, but this felt a bit easier to get through in one pass.



I think the exhibit only runs through mid May, so definitely check it out if you are near Seattle.  They also had a pretty nice Calder exhibit running as well.  I was a bit surprised that they didn't have any Mark Tobey on display.  I think this is the first time since I've started visiting that they didn't have anything of his on view.

After the museum, I went over to the Target, which is basically next door.  Had I realized that everything over at Pike's Place Market shut down at 5 sharp, I would probably have rearranged my visit slightly.  I was a bit bummed that I didn't get a chance to look at any of the used book stores in the market (not that I had much space left in my bag!) and essentially all the restaurants closed up as well.  In the end, I found another Indian place, which was fine, but I would have preferred Thai or Chinese, since I had had Indian twice before in as many days!  After dinner, I grabbed my bag from the hotel and headed over to the airport.  The flight from Seattle to Detroit was uneventful, but in Detroit there was some issue with the plane and we got in an hour late.  At least customs was a breeze.  In an ideal world, I would have just taken the day off, but I had some work to do and to conduct a hiring interview.  Then I was seeing a concert at Roy Thompson Hall (a combination of The Four Seasons and The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires).  It was nice, but I was pretty tired and glad to get home and rest a bit.

In general the weekend was quite busy.  Sat. I saw a matinee performance of George Brown's production of As You Like It, then worked on taxes some more, then saw Shaniqua in Abstraction at Crow's Theatre.  (I wasn't that crazy about Shaniqua unfortunately.)  Then I did more taxes after I got home.  Sunday I met a friend to see El Terremoto at Tarragon, then wrapped up the evening with Lucas Hnath's A Public Reading of an Unproduced Screenplay About the Death of Walt Disney.  I really hadn't planned on seeing this, but I had to move the date from the middle of the next week to that weekend.  It was definitely interesting, and they made Walt to be a right bastard.  One super annoying thing on Sunday was that it appears my printer has died, which then made filing taxes extra complicated.  I had to file the US taxes after work on Monday, instead of around lunch time which had been my original plan.  This is by far the latest I have filed them, but I just wasn't able to wrap them up between all the travel and waiting around on some critical documents from my bank.  Oh well.  Hopefully, next year will be better.  For the Canadian taxes, my wife's are ready to go, and I am planning on wrapping my up this evening.

Monday was a relatively normal day, but Tuesday, I flew off midday to San Francisco.  Again, I got there far too early, and I mostly used the spare time to read.  I had actually managed to get halfway through The Decameron by this point.  Sadly, the flight was fairly delayed, and I had a small child behind me kicking my seat on a regular basis and an infant up in front that was crying a lot.  And we had turbulence for about 3 hours out of a 5.5 hour flight, so people were pretty cranky about not being able to get to the washrooms.  I was supposed to get there before a group of people flying in from Vancouver, but in the end I help them up for close to an hour, which was stressful all the way around.

We actually ran into SF for dinner, which was probably wise as there was nothing to eat in San Ramon that late in the evening.  Then we had two days of work, which aren't particularly interesting, aside from a very interesting opportunity that may manifest in LA.  (More on that at a more appropriate time.)  I was able to run by SF MOMA on Thurs.  Someone in San Ramon office was able to just drop me off at the hotel on his way home.  I was able to see almost the entire museum.  However, I couldn't get tickets to Yayoi Kusama's Infinite Love for Thurs.  I decided to shuffle Friday's agenda and go to SF MOMA first (instead of the Legion of Honor).  SF MOMA doesn't open until 10 am, however.  I ended up getting a Muni 1-day pass and took the cable car back and forth a bit, then went over to SFMOMA.  I managed to get a timed ticket for Infinite Love at 11.  I looked at a few rooms that I had hit too quickly on Thurs.  Infinite Love is pretty neat, especially the second room.  I've seen some of her infinity rooms before of course, but it was still worth it, especially the second room even though you don't get more than 2 minutes in each room!



If I had been just a bit quicker on the draw, I would have gotten a great photo from outside the Infinity Room before the door shut.  C'est dommage.  

Then I took the bus way out west to the Legion of Honor.  In addition to some pretty interesting paintings in the permanent collection, they have a special exhibit called Japanese Prints in Transition.


Gustave Caillebotte, Sunflowers along the Seine, ca. 1885-86
 

Masami Teraoka, 31 Flavors Invading Japan/French Vanilla, 1979






I was a bit ahead of schedule, in part because I managed to catch the 18 bus down the hill.  So I went down to Fulton and then into the de Young Museum in Golden Gate Park.  I didn't pay for the special exhibit this time.  Unfortunately, my phone battery completely died, so I didn't manage to take any photos.  I probably would have taken 10-15.  Oh well.  The ones that I cared the most about are in the books about the de Young that I own, but it is probably just as well that their Stuart Davis was not on view at the moment, as that would have been terribly aggravating (to not take a photo of it).

Because the phone died, I had to retrieve my charger from my luggage (in order to prove I was a member of the AGO with reciprocal privileges) instead of going straight on to the Asian Art Museum.  Well, I also hadn't had any lunch, so I grabbed a sandwich at a French bistro.  This meant that in the end, I got to the Asian Art Museum at 4:15 instead of 3:45 or so.  So I did see the Asian Art Museum, but it was a pretty rushed visit.  Fortunately, I have been there a couple of times before and a lot of it seemed pretty similar to previous visits.  I did snap a photo of Ganesh, as is my habit.

After all this, I didn't feel like walking around with my luggage, so I just caught the BART to SFO.  It was a good if somewhat overstuffed day trip.  Again, I had too much time at the airport, though security wasn't as much of a breeze this time around.  The trip back only takes about 4.5 hours, but I was in the same row as an infant.  The baby was fine for the first two hours, but then was fussy and crying most of the last 2+ hours, and then as we descended another young child across the aisle started crying.  So not an ideal flight, but still better than the flight to San Francisco.

I got through Customs and came straight home.  I actually had to go back way out west to the Theatre Centre to see Mad Madge, which is all about Margaret Cavendish, who was a female author during the English Restoration.  They did take quite a few liberties with her life, but it was quite entertaining.  I also managed to see the cherry blossoms at Robarts, which I generally prefer to making the trek out to High Park.


Then the day ended with a concert by Oumou Sangare.  This was quite a nice concert, very upbeat.  She managed to get the whole audience to their feet by the end, which is no small feat at Koerner Hall! 

I had planned to go over to Hamilton to see Lobby Hero, but I was just worn out with all the travel.**  I ended up going to the gym (late) and getting groceries instead.  No Frills officially closed on Sat. (due to the Ontario Line construction), which is incredibly sad and inconvenient for us.  So I will have to work extra hard to combine trips over the bridge with shopping at Food Basics.  The rest of the day was spent cleaning up computer files and working on taxes (and blogging...).


Edit (04/28): I completely dropped the thread on The Decameron.  I did wrap it up at the end of second trip, though I cannot remember if I literally finished it on the UP Express trip back from Pearson or later that day.  This is actually my second time through it!  I had forgotten just how bawdy some of the stories are, including a story that starts out as a wife-swapping escapade that ends in a happy, open marriage!  There is even a story (or two) about homosexual acts that doesn't end in eternal damnation.  I do think it is somewhat unfortunate that the final story is Patient Griselda, which is also retold in Chaucer's The Clerk's Tale and then recast again in Shakespeare's The Winter Tale.  It's basically about a young woman, elevated from peasant status to become a lord's wife.  The lord then tests her patience (& virtues) by taking away her children and saying they had been murdered, but she continues to submit to his whims and then everything works out in the end.  Margaret Atwood was so bothered by this story that she wrote Impatient Griselda, where the perverse lord is murdered (by aliens perhaps) and then people live happily ever after.  Anyway, it is not a particularly uplifting story...  But I am through it (again).  On to Shteyngart!


* I see that I dropped this thread.  Basically, I agreed to gatecheck my bag on the way back, and it rained and I guess they left the bag on the tarmac or something, and Nicholas Nickleby got a bit water-damaged.  I'll still be able to read it, but it's going straight to the Little Free Library as soon as I finish it.  (Probably better that than Oliver Twist, though the odds I will ever read Oliver Twist twice are next to nil!)  Maybe the next time I read a big chunk of NN will be on the trip out to Hamilton.

** It actually runs two more weeks, and I may go the last weekend, especially if I can spend most of the day at the Hamilton Library looking into some poetry books that are in their collection and not in TPL or Robarts!  So that's my tentative plan at the moment, but it may get derailed.


Friday, March 29, 2024

Short(?) Post on Poetry

It's possible that I already put up a picture of my "poetry shelf," but I've done a bit of rearranging, and it's as good a time as any to show off a little.


Now in fact these are not all the poetry books in my collection by a long stretch.  What this is is essentially all of the poetry collections that I own published by Brick Books (up through early 2023), the individual Gary Snyder collections (displaced from the downstairs shelves when I picked up the LOA edition of his Collected Poems), Ralph Gustafson (with the 3 volume set of his Collected Poems off to the right with a spare copy of Vol. 1), several books by Lynn Lifshin (2 signed, I believe), P.K. Page's work (also signed) and several chapbooks by rob mcclennan.  Mostly the poetry I have picked up since 2018 or so.  I have a treasured copy of Margaret Atwood's Selected Poems I and II, signed by her at a reading, but they are out of frame in a different book case...  That's the same story with a thick Jim Harrison collection (not signed sadly).

Now the more established poets (at least in my personal canon) are on the downstairs shelves (to the right in the photo below).


So that would be Frank O'Hara, Ted Berrigan, Anne Sexton, Adrienne Rich, Audre Lorde, Charles Simic, Faye Kicknosway, August Kleinzahler, Paul Blackburn, Philip Levin, Wallace Stevens, Dickinson, Merwin, Creeley, Berryman, Eliot, Lowell, Neruda, Lorca, Paz, etc.

Now I was starting to clean up downstairs, and pulled together a large pile of poetry books not on any shelf.  These are mostly books I picked up at the Strand on a trip to NYC in 2023, or at the Trinity or U Vic book sales this past fall, or books from Brick Books in the second half of 2023.


Sissman's Hello Darkness is indeed at the bottom of the stack, along with Delmore Schwartz, whom I thought I had in my collection but apparently not, so it was fortuitous indeed that I picked this up at the Strand.

I honestly don't quite know where they should go.  I'm not quite ready to start deaccessioning books just yet, so they'll probably just go upstairs for a while until I have a chance to read them.  I do want to start with Jan Conn's Peony Vertigo which has a stunning cover.  Anyway, I'm more likely to try to read them (and maybe restart this poetry project I was working on) now that they are in one place.

I was inspired to post this for two reasons.  First, it is subscription renewal season at Brick Books, and I am likely to reup.  Second, I saw the announcement about the Griffin Poetry Prize award ceremony held on June 5.  Sadly, this time around I hadn't heard of any of them (aside from Ben Lerner, whom I know as a novelist not a poet), so I am going to pass this year.  I did go last year, however, and managed to get signed copies of books by Ada Limón, Fanny Howe and the winning book, Best Barbarian by Roger Reeves.  (He dedicated this book to my son actually, and I am storing the book until he can claim it post-university...)  So I may well go again in the future but not this year.  Or probably not.  Curiosity may get the best of me, but I'm feeling a bit over-subscribed at the moment.

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Getting Warmer

The cold snap seems to be over.  I was able to bike to work on Monday, though it was far from great.  There was still a fair bit of snow and slush, particularly near all the streetcar stops on King.  I believe it should rain on Tues., which will hopefully wash most of that away, and Wed. and Thurs. look pretty decent, though I probably won't ride on Wed. either since I need to meet my wife at the theatre.  We're seeing Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, which should be a lot of fun.  At least for me.

I was pleased that The Heptameron showed up, and actually I was able to order a replacement for a Krazy Kat book of the dailies that never arrived.  It turned up, and I ordered a couple more, which just got dispatched, so I think I have the full run of dailies from 1921-1928.  I also have the "panoramic" dailies from 1920, though this is buried under a huge stack of art books, so I probably won't be reading any time soon, but at least I know where it is!  

I'm now debating going back in time but most of the collections of daily strips from the 1910s are out of print, and I'd have to get them on eBay and have them shipped to the States.  So possible, but not ideal.

I just finished Rushdie's Fury.  It's probably in my top 5 Rushdie novels, though the ending wasn't as strong as I had hoped.  There are actually some interesting parallels to Absurdistan (mostly when the main characters get trapped in somewhat pathetic revolutions in Third World countries).  I found it a bit droll that the narrator of Absurdistan, Misha Vainberg, aka Snack Daddy, compares himself to Oblomov.  This wasn't enough for me to drop Absurdistan and start reading Oblomov, but I do think I'll get around to Oblomov by the fall.  I'm going to get started on Lermontov's A Hero of Our Times much sooner, probably by the end of the week, at least partly because it is so much shorter.

One nice thing happened on Saturday, despite my having to get my boots out of the closet.  Sigh.  I was returning some books at the Jones library, and I saw a sign about eclipse glasses.  I didn't think they had any but asked anyway, and they were in stock, so I got a pair for me and a pair for my daughter.  Score!  (It turns out I will be in Vancouver on a business trip on the 8th, and the eclipse will be fairly pathetic that far west, not to mention the fact that it will probably be overcast and I don't think there will be an "eclipse break," but I'll bring the glasses anyway.  At least I did see a pretty good partial eclipse in 2017.) 

And I ran into an actor friend, who has a work gig in my new office building!  That was quite a surprise.  I'll see if we can grab lunch one of these days.  I also had heard that SFYS is going to be restarted for real this May (and in person!), so that is also something that cheered me up.  Of course, I'll be even more thrilled if my submission from many months back is accepted, but I'll be happy just knowing SFYS is back in business.

I managed to force myself to go to the gym on Sunday, despite not wanting to go.  Then I had planned to drop by the ROM, since it was free all weekend.  When I wandered by, the line was so, so long.  It was probably moving fairly quickly, but it clearly was going to take 30-45 minutes minimum to get inside, and I was downtown to see a Tafelmusik concert and just didn't have that time to spare.  So I went over to Robarts instead for a while, then on to the concert.

I don't want to write at length about it, but I just saw Canadian Stage announced their season.  This is by far the most interesting (to me) season I have seen in some time.  They clearly are returning to plays and much less dance and multi-media spectacle.  I wonder if they have a new AD.  I recall an interview with their AD from several years back, and he was almost entirely about spectacle, and I stopped going altogether. 

Now do I need to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf again?  No -- but to see Paul Gross, Martha Burns, Mac Fyfe and Hailey Gillis?  I can't pass that up.  I've seen Mac Fyfe in several things, plus some plays he directed.  I saw Martha Burns several years back.  I could have seen Gross as Lear at Stratford, but I was just all Lear-ed out...  Many of the other plays they are doing are tied to Shakespeare, but in interesting ways.  I think 1939 is probably the most intriguing, but Fat Ham looks worth seeing also.  I'd probably pass on Playing Shylock, but we'll see.  I'm even planning on going to High Park to see them do Hamlet, despite the extra hard seats, since the cast looks just amazing.  I will see if I can take my son, though I don't know how often he'll be back in Toronto this summer.

Last summer, I had thought seriously about checking out The Mahabharata at Shaw, but I just couldn't swing it, so I'll go now.  As I said, this season really fits me quite well, which is good, as I am generally not all that interested in Tarragon or Soulpepper these days, with a few honourable exceptions.

Today, after work I was able to switch the bank my gym takes the monthly fees from, which is an important step before I can close down that account and consolidate everything with a new bank.  I dropped off the Keith Haring book, which I've had out for many, many months (since just a short time after the cyber-attack in fact).  Now I just need to juggle the books I have out at Robarts, since I don't want to get hit with any late fees.  Most astonishing, no one was at Matty Eckler pool, so I had the whole thing to myself and got my laps in early.  That was quite nice.

Oh, I almost forgot.  One of the stairs going into the basement had broken.  In fact, we already had a handyman work on this exact riser before, but obviously the fix didn't take.  It took some time, but we finally got contractors over on Friday morning.  In fact, they showed up an hour early, which was quite a surprise, but they said that they could just fix the one riser, whereas other contractors insisted on recapping the whole staircase.  They basically quoted me a relatively low fee for an immediate repair, and I took them up on it, and they had it fixed within an hour.  How long will this repair last is a good question, but at least for now we can go up and down into the basement without peril, which is quite useful on laundry days... 

So generally some good things were happening over the weekend and early in the week, and I will try to hang onto my good cheer as the weather continues to warm up.  Ciao!

Saturday, March 23, 2024

Lost Things

Some days I really wonder whether I will ever be able to straighten up.  Fortunately, I have largely moved into the digital realm, buying far, far fewer books and CDs than I used to and almost no DVDs (as it is so rare that I sit down and watch one), but the habit of acquisitiveness is hard to break.  I did buy a couple of CDs (jazz and blues) when I simply couldn't listen to them any other way.  I also have a strong preference for reading books in a physical copy even though I am becoming more and more ok with the idea that the "storage copies" can be digital. But some books just are not available at the library. 

Most recently I ordered a copy of The Heptaméron by Marguerite de Navarre.  I would have thought I owned this already, but after a bit of digging around and checking my Amazon account for past orders, I guess I didn't.  Why am I reading The Heptaméron, you ask?  Obviously because I want to pair it with The Decameron...  It turns out that Boccaccio was writing about the plague, but de Navarre simply had her storytellers escaping from flood waters, so perhaps not quite as apocalyptic.  (In fact, The Heptaméron was directly inspired by Boccaccio...)  After a bit of digging, I did turn up my copy of The Decameron, though not before learning that there was a new edition by the same translator.*  What was a bit droll was that he was revising his previous translation and only found a few lines that really needed to change, but he added close to 100 pages of notes!  While the egotism on display here is a bit off-putting, it does mean that I didn't have to get the new edition, since I am mostly interested in the stories themselves, not the scholarly apparatus.

Anyway, my compulsive side has taken over, and I decided I really ought to get at least partway into The Decameron before I start in on Shteyngart's Our Country Friends and Rosenblum's These Days are Numbered, both of which are set during a modern plague.  In fact, depending on how far I get by April, I might take The Decameron along on my flights out west, to fill in any flying time not taken up by Dupont's The American Fiancée or Oliver Twist.  If it turns out I start having to fly out to California on a semi-regular basis, I'll probably tackle a few of the longer novels left on my list, namely Fontane's Before the Storm and Tolstoy's War and Peace.  There are a few other really long novels I have yet to start, but those are the highest priority.

While I was down digging around in boxes of books in the basement, I found McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City of course, which I had wanted to locate a few months back.  However, I also found (and brought up) Ellington's Invisible Man, which I might read in the late summer, as well as a few non-fiction books including Beyond the Neon Lights, Nights in the Big City and a box set of Stephen Jay Gould books on evolution.  No idea when I will find the time to read them, but at least I know where they are.

Every so often I go to play a CD or DVD, and it is not in its case.  I have a very vague idea where these may be, buried in stacks and stacks of DVDs with back-up data on them.  Not too helpful obviously.  I really need to clean out my office, particularly as this will help with tax season!, and then take a week or two to go through these stacks and stacks of DVDs to put them in some kind of order.  In most cases, these were things I was watching or listening to either in Vancouver right before the move to Toronto or the move to this house, which means they have been misplaced for many, many years.  Sigh.  

I actually decided to buckle down and start watching some of the DVDs I own, starting with documentaries, specifically Planet Earth.  Wouldn't you know that was something I must have started watching with the kids in Vancouver and never got back around to it, so the first disc isn't in the case?  Super frustrating.  I should have better luck with Cosmos, where I know where the new series is, but I might have to find a binder with the original series, which I want to watch first.  I'm hoping that is also the same binder with Connections, which was a very interesting popular science series from my childhood!

So anyway, I have quite a bit of work ahead of me, but I think getting through taxes will take highest priority.  Double sigh.


* I also have easy access to Gargantua and Pantagruel by Rabelais.  I'd like to find the time to read this, after The Decameron and The Heptaméron.  I read this back in university, so it really has been a while.  I got a kick out of it back then, and hopefully I would feel pretty much the same now.  I don't know if I really can get to this in 2024, but certainly by early 2025.  To sort of round out this return to things I read (or should have read) in university (also see this post), I think maybe in 2025 or 2026, I'll reread Chaucer and Malory.


Thursday, March 21, 2024

Cranky Again

Last week was generally a pretty good one, and of course I didn't have time to write.  I actually biked in to work every day, and even biked downtown on Sat.  However, the forecasts of late have been getting fairly useless.  There was no indication that it would rain, and rather hard at that, Thurs. evening.  I got completely soaked.  In fact, Friday morning also got off to a very bad start, as I couldn't find my keys for a long time (and was late to work) because I had left them in my coat, which was still drying in the mud room.  Not great.  But on the whole, last week was pretty good.

This week has been a lot colder, and there were even some snap flurries today (again not in the forecast!), though it doesn't look like the snow has stuck around.  I did bike in Monday and Tuesday, neither of which was at all enjoyable, and just in general the return to winter conditions has put me in a bad mood.

I'm also very upset that I had so much trouble with insurance paying for a prescription, though I think this may actually be my fault for trying to use the wrong card.  Still it just added to an extremely frustrating day/evening.  I had tried twice to go to the library to get free "eclipse glasses" and I just missed out by a pair by a few minutes at the City Hall Library.  I also just missed out on ordering a couple of CDs from Dusty Groove, since I really can't conduct non-work transactions at work.  (I mean it's a reasonable rule, but it does make me wonder if I should work from home more so that I could jump on these sorts of opportunities on my break(s).)

But fundamentally I am cold and sick of it being cold when last week it seemed winter was over.  It just makes it that much harder to carry on.

There are some things to look forward to fortunately.  I am planning a few trips that are work related.  I'll be going to Vancouver and then Seattle in April.  Then to California the following week, and I should be able to take one day vacation in San Francisco.  I should be able to connect with a few former colleagues and friends, and I am looking forward to that.  And also trying to carve out a bit of time to see the museums in each city.  (Now I do wish the California trip was moved to late May in part because I have to miss out on an interesting "secret gig" by Skye Wallace but more importantly I'll be missing many of the days that my son is in town, visiting from Ottawa.  Given that he'll be in Ottawa all summer, the time starts feeling that much more precious.)

I haven't actually seen a lot of theatre lately, though that changes fairly soon.  I have tickets for Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead next week.  I had to do a lot of juggling, but will manage to see a Hnath play (on the Death of Walt Disney) at Soulpepper and then some other concerts all fitted around these trips.  I'm just starting to see if I can fit in a few screenings at TIFF.  While in general, I find TIFF does not do nearly enough screenings of the classics, compared to its pre-pandemic line-up, I've managed to see a few things lately.  I'll just have to write about that separately.  While they don't have quite enough films either, I would say that in terms of the overall experience, I prefer going to Paradise on Bloor.  I caught Kurosawa's Dreams there and then High and Low a couple of weeks after that.  In terms of new releases, I saw Drive-Away Dolls and thought that was amusing, though it never was trying to be more than a B-Movie.

I just finished Carol Shields' Swann.  There were parts I liked a fair bit, though I didn't like the portrait of the academic who also happened to be a petty thief, and then the plot of the last chapter descended into pure ludicrousness and frankly ruined the book for me.  It won't show up on my best of list after all.  But I'm enjoying Rushdie's Fury quite a bit, even if I do find the main character's separation from his wife to be largely inexplicable.*  It will likely make the list, and probably I.B. Singer's Scum, which reads almost like a Joseph Roth novel (which is in my view a good thing).  I imagine I will be able to get through some longer books on these West Coast flights.  I'm currently imagining taking Dupont's The American Fiancée and Dickens' Oliver Twist on the April trips, along with a few shorter books I could dispense with along the way.  Then I would tackle Dombey and Son on the next train ride to Ottawa or Montreal, though I am not sure when that might be.

Anyway, I really need it to warm up again before I recover my good nature, which is generally is pretty fragile, even in the best of times.  Hopefully the warmer weather returns next week...


* I had sort of assumed that this was about his short marriage to Padma Lakshmi, but it is much more likely to be about the breakdown of his relationship with wife #3, Elizabeth West, where apparently the split arose because he wanted to move to the U.S. (which is indeed what the narrator of Fury does, abandoning his wife and child).  I guess we can benefit from his messed-up life, as it ultimately results in some fine novels...