The weird thing is, normally I’m a subtitle kind of gal. I don’t like listening to TV at high volumes. And some shows, like The Wire, just make a whole lot more sense when I can see names spelled out or hear what mumblers are saying in the background. In fact,…
Decisions, decisions. If you call the new set of guidelines you came up with for yourself your philosophy, you sound like Charlie Brown’s little sister. If you call it a manifesto, you sound like Marx. For lack of a better word, since the resolutions I’ve put together are (I hope)…
(But first, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and happy birthday, Banana Boy! (Hey, you don’t like your real name used on the Internet, so be grateful I didn’t pick the more embarrassing of your childhood nicknames…))
Books YA/MG fiction The Sixty-Eight Rooms ( *** – enjoyed) Adult fiction Sandman Slim: A Novel (**** – liked) Hide Me Among the Graves (**** – liked) Adult non-fiction Fooling Houdini: Magicians, Mentalists, Math Geeks & the Hidden Powers of the Mind (**** – liked) Feynman’s Rainbow ( **** –…
One time I prayed: every other weekday, in Hebrew school
I have zero interest in meeting any of the performers or writers whose work I admire.
So I’m starting to realize that the part of me that thinks about thinking isn’t as in control of my life as I thought.
… with theatre, academic, and other work right before Labour Day. See you on the blog next weekend, and hope you’re enjoying the long weekend!
(But first, happy birthday to the best sister ever! Love you, Debra!) I’ve been thinking about the Canadian dream. Well, a Canadian dream; I know there are lots. But the one I’m thinking of is one sold to us Canucks by everything from Tim Hortons to beer ads to Heritage…
… but mostly, yeah, they still are. Also, I need to define “jerkwad,” because by the rules of storytelling, pretty much every fictional character in whom I have an interest is a jerkwad to someone. There’s an antagonist, and no matter how good our hero or heroine, sometimes sh*t gets…