The best part about life is getting up early every morning and embarking on a long walk. 6 a.m is usually my favourite time of the day. Whether winter, autumn, summer, or spring, dawn is quiet, and that’s what I prefer. Quiet. There’s a strong chance of thunderstorms this afternoon, another favourite of mine: Rain. There really isn’t anything more romantic than a walk in the rain, is there? It’s so important to stop at least once each day and remember to take that deep breath we’re told is so important. We can get so caught up in our lives, that we often forget to reflect and observe how magnificent our environment is. The flowers. The sun. The clouds. It’s all enough to break your heart.
Archive for July, 2012
They wanted nothing to do with me.
This morning ToriAmos.com announced the track listing and cover artwork for Gold Dust, the career retrospective album Tori recorded with The Metropole Orkest, which is slated for release this October.
Tori assembled an eclectic selection from her 20 year catalogue of music. Even I was surprised by her choices. Pleasantly surprised.
1. Flavor (from Abnormally Attracted To Sin, 2009)
2. Yes, Anastasia (from Under the Pink, 1994)
3. Jackie’s Strength (From from the choirgirl hotel, 1998)
4. Cloud On My Tongue (from Under the Pink, 1994)
5. Precious Things (from Little Earthquakes, 1992)
6. Gold Dust (from Scarlet’s Walk, 2002)
7. Star of Wonder (from Midwinter Graces, 2009)
8. Winter (from Little Earthquakes, 1992)
9. Flying Dutchman (from b-sides, 1992)
10. Programmable Soda (from American Doll Posse, 2007)
11. Snow Cherries From France (from Tales of a Librarian, 2003)
12. Marianne (from Boys for Pele, 1996)
13. Silent All These Years (from Little Earthquakes, 1992)
14. Girl Disappearing (from American Doll Posse, 2007)
Unfortunately she did not choose songs from To Venus and Back, Strange Little Girls, The Beekeeper, or Night of Hunters. Below is a performance she gave with The Metropole Orkest back in 2010. It should give you an idea of how the new album will sound. Although Tori has publicly stated that she did not enjoy this specific concert experience, this song really stood out that evening.
I have just started to feel better. After Maude’s health scare, I got a little depressed. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to come out of it, but thankfully I did. When she was in the hospital I went into survival mode and had to stay positive so that she would get better. I had no choice, I had to be strong for her. It was only when she was safe and back at home did I finally deal with the emotional strain of having almost lost her.
People don’t get it. I hear, “She’s just a dog,” and I want to cringe. I don’t know, you either understand or you don’t. Animals to me, are more valuable than hedonistic humans. They definitely give more. There are times where I’ll realize that I have been petting my cat or dog for two hours straight, mindlessly. My objective is only their happiness. Is there any wonder that pets are responsible for extending our lifespans?
Initially when Maude was hospitalized, I kept asking anyone who would listen: Why is this happening to her? Why is she getting so sick? How am I going to cope with it? Then it dawned on me that it was meant to happen. Maude and I were meant to be together. Who better to take care of her?
If she had any other owner she would have been neglected or abandoned by now. Perhaps she would have been euthanized. But thankfully, the universe gave her the right home, and the right owners, with an extended and loving family.
I wish that all animals could be so lucky, but unfortunately many of them end up in homes with owners who do not have their best interests at heart. I hear stories of couples who after beginning a family, give away their pets because they feel that they are too much of a burden. I want to strangle those people.
Owning a pet is a life long commitment and should be taken seriously. You can’t abandon them, especially since they give so much love, and expect so little in return. Your only job is to feed them, hug them, and take them for a walk. It’s not that hard.
In fact, it’s a privilege. One many of us don’t deserve.
Well it took a long time, but I finally located and photographed all 41 pianos on display for the Play Me, I’m Yours street art installation to promote the Toronto 2015 Pan Am/Parapan Am Games. I can only tell you that I’m glad I completed my task, due to the many logistical challenges it presented.
Each piano was lovingly painted by a representative from the 41 countries participating in the Games, located in 41 separate locations throughout Toronto. As I sit here right now watching the 2012 London Olympics opening ceremony I am heartened by how healing and inclusive these events can be despite their competitive nature. After the horrific gun crime incidents in North America this summer, not to mention the economic and political uncertainties globally, nothing can lift our spirits better than the Olympics.
Go #TeamArgentina. Go #TeamCanada!
So about two months ago I was walking in the rain when my umbrella snapped in the wind, hit the floor, then popped back up and poked me in the right eye. I’m not going to lie to you, it hurt. My vision was fine, so I didn’t think much more about it. Since then every now and again, when I’m tired, the same eye becomes sore, or tender to touch. Early last week I thought that I better do something about it by scheduling an appointment with the optometrist but, predictably I kept forgetting. I forget. All the time. Yesterday I discovered that I put the peanut butter jar in the refrigerator. Do I have dementia?
To make a long story even longer, last night I went to scratch my eye lid but inadvertently scratched my eye-ball instead! It might have had something to do with that third glass of white wine. I noticed that my vision was a little blurred so I walked to St. Michael’s Hospital just to be on the safe side, but as I sat waiting to see a doctor my vision returned to normal, so I walked back home.
This morning I went to see the optometrist and it turns out that I have a tiny break in my retina. I may need surgery to repair it, but that won’t be for another couple of weeks. In the meantime if I experience any symptoms of retina detachment, such as floaters, flashes, or dimness in vision, I am to go to the emergency room.
The optometrist assured me that the break is very small and that she isn’t concerned about it. The good news is that my vision appears to be repairing itself in both eyes. It’s not impossible for this to happen, but I now have a much lighter prescription. In one year I have gone from -7.50 to -6.00. I purchased a new pair of Gucci eye glasses today, and they will be ready in one week. I have determined that from now on I will be wearing glasses instead of contacts, so that if an umbrella decides to attack me again, I’ll be prepared.
So that was my day. How was yours?
I’m going to say it: Glenn Close is more talented than Meryl Streep. It’s just the way it is. She might be less celebrated, but she is far more versatile and courageous.
I first discovered Glenn when I was 17. I went to a late night show of Paradise Road with Lisa. It was a visceral experience for me. In ways I can’t quite describe. But, she is perhaps the most amazing woman. Early in her career she defied convention. Her first film, The World According to Garp, solidified her iconic status. But it wasn’t until Fatal Attraction and Dangerous Liaisons that she was fully recognized.
She is absurdly underrated. Her last film, Albert Nobbs, is a testament of purity and precise characterization. But it wasn’t until Damages, when she introduced Patty Hewes to the world, that she was fully realized. You’ll get it. One day. It might be years, but her brilliance will shine to a mass audience. Trust me.
My top ten Glenn Close films are:
1. Paradise Road
2. Albert Nobbs
3. Dangerous Liaisons
4. Fatal Attraction
5. The Paper
6. The House of the Spirits
7. Cookie’s Fortune
8. The Safety of Objects
9. The Big Chill
10. The Natural
And the ultimate — DAMAGES!
What a difference a day makes.
This weekend marked the third anniversary of the Toronto Waterfront Night Market on Cherry Street. The event celebrates the best in Asian cuisine, or so their website says. I had the smelly tofu, and let me say, it’s not just a name. It actually smelled like cow manure, and in some, not so small way, tasted like manure too. The price one pays for something new, and not so decadent. Well anyway, it was fun nonetheless, and here are some of the photos I took during my small adventure.