Homesticker
[img_assist|nid=248|title=|desc=|link=popup|align=left|width=100|height=67]I just got back from the world’s shortest vacation. It was supposed to be four days at an inn near Keene, New York in the Adirondacks. We were there less than 24 hours.
Soccer in the shadow of capitalism
I’ve been getting very excited about the impending World Cup. Soccer. I only need to add that because I’m in Canada. (People might think I mean hockey.) And this despite reading Eduardo Galeano’s Soccer in Sun and Shadow (some excerpts here).
Cool review of Kingdom of Heaven
A lot of reviewers are dissing Ridley Scott’s film Kingdom of Heaven because it’s derivative, unimaginative, and lacking in character development. Here’s a review that derides it for being an allegory for American exceptionalism and (though the reviewer doesn’t use this word) imperialism.
A picture for once
…because I never seem to have them.
Johanna Wandel is really funny
…when she’s not out losing other people’s kids. But even then she can be funny about it – after the fact, anyway.
Bread and Puppet coming to Ottawa
Big, political puppets, coming to Ottawa. April 20-22. Bread and Puppets has become a worldwide phenomenon. Often imitated, never duplicated. Yes yes, people always say that, but since its origins in a Vermont field in 1962, Bread and Puppet has brought a new aesthetic to demos and a form of theatre for our time: hand-crafted, political, dramatic yet unmediated.
Too many trails
I’ve been doing rather a lot of skiing of late. In November a couple of canoe trip mates convinced me to sign up for this weekend’s Canada Ski Marathon. That’s a lotta skiing. And… well… I didn’t make it.
Go Jeremy
This may risk me another DDOS but I can’t believe how brave Jeremy Heinzman is. Another Globe article covering his refugee hearing.
Forget anti-aging cream. Just whack yourself on the head repeatedly
..and be a cartoon character. That’s how Tintin does it. Or at least that’s the word from a Université de Sherbrooke professor. And I thought the Globe and Mail was full of humourless right wing dullards and pretentious po-mo twerps.
Yobs of the jungle
Irene and I went to the Ottawa showing of the Waterwalker film festival last night. Some good, but one utterly excerable film that I feel I must whine about.
McNamara still in the fog
I had such high hopes of a Dalton Camp type conversion, but Robert McNamara sticks to the official line on Vietnam and Cuba, despite lots of skilled cajoling from filmmaker Errol Morris in The Fog of War.
Touching the Void: a film version
The UK’s Times online has an item about a Documentary based on Touching the Void, a harrowing mountaineering tale.
Sold. Unconditionally
So my buyer waived her acceptable status certificate condition today, which means my apartment is sold with a capital S.
Never mind. It’s sold.
That was fast. Listed Tuesday, four people visited it, two people made offers and my apartment conditionally sold last night at around 9:30pm. My real estate agent didn’t even have time to make up flyers.
The Magdalene Sisters
Very powerful film. Well-acted with tremendous attention to detail. Go see it. Imagine Girl Interupted meets The Boys of St. Vincent without Hollywood.
