Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Lil's Wedding.

Finally. The day of my old friend Lily's wedding arrived. I jetted off to California as if it were something I did on a regular basis. I tried to play it cool, but I was glued to the window watching the praries, the desert, and the Rockies pass by.

There are some places I've visited that look like a screenplay called for a stereotypical scene in whatever place... Paris, Istanbul, or Edinburgh. California, like other places I've been, was like a movie set of its stereotype.

Palm-lined streets, surfers, tofu everywhere, the gorgeous beaches, yoga shops, juice bars, terra cotta roofing tiles, sunshine, yankees playing football, grosses of nighttime fully-lit but wholly abandoned baseball diamonds, and trains of enormous SUVs.

And the lush plant life made me crazy. There was an olive tree in the backyard, and there were birds of paradise and climbing flowers on walls.


Here are some pictures from California.

Here are my classmates from Mac. I'm the giant one with the impossibly red face, far left, then Jenn, Lily, Hisako, and Nanette.

This is lame, I know, but I was so impressed with my breakfast. It was at a Hawaiian place that had a patio at Huntington Beach. The red nest on which my stir fried veg and tofu torillas rested was, I think, spun beetroot. It was amazing. I've had naughty dreams about it since.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I Think I Understand The Attraction Now...

I'm in California. Yesterday was my friend Lily's wedding. It was a blast, very beautiful, and I'm very stiff from dancing my face off last night.

I'll write more when I get home, tomorrow.

I've been sunscreened within an inch of my life, but am getting used to the temperate weather. There's a breeze and it's been sunny every day. It never rains in California, they say.

I don't get the same feeling I do in the northern 'States. I mean, it doesn't seem to be as backwards and ignorant. Everyone is very tanned, and fit, and I've only seen two smokers since I arrived. Everything on the menus can be substituted with tofu. The beaches are breathtaking (and this is coming from a PEIslander!), and there were dozens of surfers bobbing in the water, waiting for their waves.

I'm off to a BBQ now, hosted by the new couple. More tofu?

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Time To Hurt Demon Feelings.

Oh, Evil Dead. I am so glad I went to see this musical again. It is as camp, as funny, and as bloody as I remember. I'd forgotten a lot of the gore.

The cast was actually quite similar to the one I saw last summer. Ash was the same, the same understudy was in for Linda, and Jake was the same actor as well. There was a new Ed, Cheryl, and a new Shelly/Annie. The actor who played Ash's sister, Cheryl, played Diana in Anne of Green Gables last year. To be blunt, I liked the performance of the earlier Cheryl better.

It was nice to see it with the girls from PEI, Laura and Lynda, who are both discerning musical consumers. They were laughing over all the parts I laughed over the first time I saw it, especially over the first line of the song "What the Fuck Was That?" T was with us as well, and hadn't seen it since he saw in preview years and years ago. He said there were some changes that he noticed.

It was raining all day yesterday, and when we got to the Deisel Theatre 5 minutes before cutain, we were surprised to see the doors not open. We waited with the rest of the audience for about another half hour, until they made an announcement saying they were having major electrical problems and had to call someone in. We went and got a beer and (on my part, too much) dessert and when we got back, we ran in just as the show was starting. I guess some people bailed with the delay, so we were able to move down two rows. Noice.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Theatah.


I'm off to see Evil Dead, The Musical tonight. There's a new cast, except for the Ash, as far as I know. I'll report back.

I added a picture of my TTC Oragami crane below. So little!

Yesterday was the last day of the second last semester at school. I'm glad to see the backs of some of my students, that's for sure. I only have 3 students next semester, which means I'm going to be destitiute for the next 10 weeks. I really hope something else comes along.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Phenomenon: TTC Oragami.

Oh, TTC. Just when I think you're a quotitian piss-pot to get me from point A to point B, you surprise me with little gems that make me happy.

Exhibit A: TTC Oragami.

At each station, one can procure a transfer. This allows a customer to change subway lines, or means of transit (i.e. from subway to bus to streetcar), all in a one-way trip. Now, I have a monthly pass, so I just show my card when I change, so I don't need to grab a transfer. (Hurrah for not having to waste paper!)

Late last year, as I sat on the relatively quiet ride north to start the day of work, I spied a tiny oragami crane abandoned on a subway seat. I picked it up and examined it in my palm, a la Frodo. I took it to work and showed it to my co-workers. They seemed chuffed by it, but not as much as I would have hoped. My crane sat in my cupboard for months.


Why would someone create a little piece of meditative art out of a transfer? Most people would consider its usefulness expired once he or she boarded that subway car. Those transfers litter Toronto as a testament to this attitude.

Some might shrug it off as boredom, but I like to give it more meaning than that. The crane was left sitting on a seat. It wasn't tipped over; it wasn't crushed.

I think it was left to be found.

About a month later, I found another piece of TTC Oragami. It was one of those fortune teller things we made in grade 4 to figure out which of the boys we would marry. (I always wished for Nick MacAvoy.) It was so tiny, I could barely manipulate its miniscule corners. It also found a home in my work cubby.

Recently, I found my third piece of TTC Oragami! This time, it was a cube! It's very very small, but it's so crisp and precise, I might like it best of the three found bits of art.

It's small, but one can still read that it was printed at Runnymeade station on the 89th day of the year (March 29th).

If the other two pieces of oragami aren't crushed and are still in my cubby at work, I'll bring them home and photograph them, too. I think the crane is out of a streetcar transfer, which is different from a subway transfer.

Anyhow, those days when I think I don't like this city and people are just out to "get me," I hope I think about those little pieces of found art and cheer up a little.

Wouldn't it be nice if they were all done by the same person? Wouldn't it be nice if that person made one every morning, and every morning someone got a little anonymous smile from it? Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then, we wouldn't have to wait so long.