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Lost inside her captain station

Every year the Academy Award nominees are announced, and every year the lists are picked apart. There’s always a name or two from each category that the punters think should have made it, but this year I noticed one that struck me as particularly off: best actor in a leading role. The actual nominees are:

  • Christian Bale for American Hustle
  • Bruce Dern for Nebraska
  • Leonardo DiCaprio for The Wolf Of Wall Street
  • Chiwetel Ejiofor for 12 Years A Slave
  • Matthew McConaughey for Dallas Buyers Club

But really, would anyone have been surprised if the list had been these five?

  • Tom Hanks for Captain Phillips
  • Oscar Isaac for Inside Llewyn Davis
  • Michael B. Jordan for Fruitvale Station
  • Joaquin Phoenix for Her
  • Robert Redford for All Is Lost

Or Matthew McConaughey for Mud, come to that?

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“If it was never new, and it never gets old, then it’s a folk song.”

Last night we sat ourselves in the stellar TIFF Bell Lightbox theatre to see Inside Llewyn Davis (imdb | rotten tomatoes), the latest from the Coen Brothers. In addition to always wanting to see anything they do, I was interested to see the (loose) telling of the story of Dave Van Ronk. I only knew of Van Ronk from my dad’s stories, about how he was such a big part of the burgeoning early-60s NYC folk music movement but never became widely known. Stories of insider-respected but mostly-unknown people fascinate me, and they seem right in the Coen’s wheelhouse too.

I didn’t love the whole movie at first: there were parts I absolutely adored (Adam Driver during a studio session, for example, or the astonishing Oscar Isaac’s final verse of “The Death Of Queen Jane”), but other parts where it lost me (like the weird side trip to Chicago, or any time Carey Mulligan was on screen…we were being made to hate her character so much that it felt false and inorganic). Still, the parts that missed are fading quickly while the most moving moments — mostly centred around Isaac singing —  won’t leave my mind. I even had “Please Mr. Kennedy” — the lone song played for laughs, no less — stuck in my head this morning for hours. I felt compelled to download the soundtrack immediately, and am listening to it as I write this. You should really buy it. I could never wish for the Coen brothers to stop making films, but if they decided to do nothing but musical collaborations with T Bone Burnett, I could live with that.

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Cover photo by Lisa Ray

Defeated by meat

Last night we tried the hot new place in our ‘hood: The Carbon Bar. We’d had plans to do so just before the new year but one of our party wasn’t feeling up to it. Turns out the same thing could have (should have, maybe…Nellie was already feeling sick by mid-afternoon) happened last night, but we were determined to finally try this place. We met our friends JP & Sue for an early dinner.

First: the space is amazing. Crazily high ceilings, warehouse-sized floor plate, and little hints of the building’s past lives — Electric Circus writ in neon, Disney figurines, glowing Baby Blue signs, etc. It’s an impressive place, no doubt.

The place has built its reputation on meat. Well, among foodies anyway; it’s also become something of a hot spot for clubby types, but David Lee’s grilling has attracted people — like us — looking for his take on southern bbq. And man, did we get some of that. Here’s what we ploughed through:

Starters

  • Crisp chicken skins w/ sweet chilli vinegar
  • Cabrito Papusa (goat-stuffed masa tortilla, tomatillo salsa, guajillo date jus)
  • Charred sea scallops w/ brisket espuma, dill pickle, parsley, rye caraway croutons, mustard, horseradish

Main

  • Pit master platter: pork ribs, beef brisket, pulled pork ssäm, jalapeño sausage, roasted turkey, pork crackling

Sides

  • “Hot Mess”: sweet potato, cheese curds, crema, pickled jalapeño, chopped brisket
  • Pork & beans
  • CB slaw

Beer (mostly; Nellie drank wine and JP tried to order a Mill Street IPA but was handed a Tankhouse)

The starters and sides were good. The platter of meat, however, was spectacular…there wasn’t a single thing on there that wasn’t amazing (well, maybe the pulled pork, but it was still damned good). The brisket might have been the best we’d ever tried, and I would have eaten a pound of that sausage. Unfortunately Nellie had gone from feeling poorly to almost passing out during the meal, so she couldn’t really partake. Given that, despite looks of longing from JP and I, we didn’t even try to finish it. Half of what was left is in my fridge right now, just waiting for me to eat it. Anyway, we had to cut the night short because Nellie needed to get to bed, but it was a pretty impressive first visit. We’ll definitely be going back.

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Cover photo by Lisa Ray (yes, that Lisa Ray…she was there last night too)

Cover photo by Wayne Hsieh, used under Creative Commons license

“There are fierce powers at work in the world, boys. Good, evil, poor luck, best luck.”

We continue to work our way through the best-reviewed films of 2013, and yesterday we watched two which immediately found their way onto my revised best-of-2013 list. Highly recommended if you can find them.

Mud (imdb | rotten tomatoes) flew completely under my radar. I don’t even remember hearing about it when it came to Canada last May. What a damn film, though. Textured, real, with this feel of being so familiar but practically on another planet (or, I guess, southeast Arkansas). Also: I don’t know what spirit quest Matthew McConaughey went on in 2010, but man did it do him some good. After a whole string of shite romantic comedies (culminating with Ghosts of Girlfriends Past in 2009) he started a tear in 2011 that included The Lincoln Lawyer (not great, but not bad either), Bernie, Killer Joe, Mud, Dallas Buyers Club, and The Wolf Of Wall Street. OK, fine, The Paperboy and Magic Mike happened in there too, but at least they were edgy. Ish.

Fruitvale Station (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was director Ryan Coogler’s first feature, though you wouldn’t know it. He told the story of Oscar Grant‘s shooting at the Fruitvale BART station in Oakland so expertly — fiction and fact intermingled, certainly, but skilfully — that you’d think him a veteran director. Also very impressive: Michael B. Jordan, who I only knew from Friday Night Lights, Chronicle, and (vaguely) The Wire. He pulled off something amazing: despite knowing what happens — the film opens with the now-public cellphone footage of the shooting, which can also be found on YouTube — Jordan makes us, over the course of the flashed-back day prior to the shooting, understand and like and empathize with Grant so much that we root for time to unfold differently, for the shooting never to happen. But then Coogler guides you through it, and it’s just wrenching.

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Cover photo by Library and Archives Canada, used under Creative Commons license

“The Mont Blanc…was now the most powerful bomb the war and the world had yet produced.”

Over Christmas I finally picked up Laura MacDonald‘s Curse Of The Narrows (indigo | amazon), a Christmas gift from my parents a few years back. I always think of the Halifax explosion much more each year after December 6th, and especially once the first snowfall hits. I’ve read several books about the explosion, but reading MacDonald’s book was like learning about it all over again. Anecdotes from observers, survivors, doctors, relief workers, and average Haligonians gave me a more vivid picture of the event than whatever I’d read before.

Not that we should be in the business of prioritizing tragedy, but since Canadians now tend to associate December 6 with the École Polytechnique massacre, it seems the 97-year-old Halifax Explosion — the greatest disaster in Canadian history — has increasingly slipped from our country’s collective memory. For anyone who chooses to remember, I recommend books such as MacDonald’s.

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Cover photo by Kai Chan Vong, used under Creative Commons license

2013 annual report: adjustments

I suppose it’s the custom that I begin these annual report posts with a rundown of how many movies I saw (65) and how many albums I bought (20) and how many books I read (just 3) this year, and how that compares to last year (54, 14, and 4 respectively). It also raises the question of what conclusions can be drawn from those numbers, if any. I’m leading toward none, other than that I’m prone to over-quantifying things. And in that spirit, I considered figuring out how many TV shows I consumed, but that would be beside the point: it’s the quality of what I watched this year that was so outstanding, not the quantity.

I do enjoy going back through the year, though, and recounting the things we did, like events in and around Toronto: a Game Of Thrones exhibit, a Leafs game where I got to see Sidney Crosby play live, another Leafs game which I saw live with my dad (his first live game in 49 years), a few Hot Docs screenings, Woofstock, the 3rd annual Session beer festival, Canada Day / Pride weekend, the city’s massive summer rainstorm, the Roundhouse craft beer fest, a special screening of Jaws at the Lightbox, our 12th consecutive TIFF, Nuit Blanche, a Thanksgiving feast, the ice storm, and of course the ongoing saga of our idiot mayor.

We also tried a number of TO dining establishments for the first time: Richmond Station, Bellwoods Brewery, Le Paradis, Woods, CarismaMonk’s Table, Bar Isabel, Hawthorne, and George. Richmond Station has since become a favourite, and I felt Bar Isabel earned it’s reputation among the top new restaurants in Canada. We did manage to host a few events at our place too, naturally centered around food and drink, like Bachelderannalia, a visit from the Thirphy girls, and a big dinner with our friends Matt & Kaylea (and assorted others).

We busted out of the city quite a lot this year too: Niagara-on-the-Lake twice and Grimsby twice, with winery visits part of all four trips. We also had a memorable dinner at Eigensinn Farm in Singhampton, and made three trips to Minden: Bat Lake twice, and Matt & Kaylea’s epic wedding weekend in September.

We didn’t do as many weekend trips out of the province/country as last year, but we did visit Boston for the first time, and Nova Scotia for a week, before making the big trip to Africa. That the Africa excursion was probably our best trip ever made up for the lack of other small side trips. Of course, I did still take a few trips for work, notably Phoenix, Chicago, San Francisco, and two more hops to Boston.

But all of that is really the same as last year, with slight variations in frequency or destination. Perhaps the three things which defined this year more than any other were the slight adjustments in our lives:

  1. Getting used to our new condo. By New Year’s Eve last year we’d barely settled in to the new place, and hadn’t gotten around to many of the enhancements we’d planned. We still haven’t gotten around to many of them, but it at least now feels like home in that unfinished way that everybody’s first real adult home does.
  2. Sonny’s passing. When a 20-pound ball of medication and affection who demands constant attention for ten straight years isn’t there one morning, it changes the atmosphere in your home. Five months later we’re all still adjusting.
  3. I left my company after 14 years, and started a new job. Two months in, I’m still getting used to this latest shift. It was a good move for me, and still roughly the same work rather than a career overhaul…but it’s definitely an adjustment.

There were other, more subtle things. I just realized this week that I haven’t been out to see live music all year, the first time that’s happened since I moved to Toronto. I also realized that my social networking contributions have slowed to a crawl, maybe out of overload, maybe out of lack of interest. I’ve already begun turning off a bunch of it and reconnecting with physical things, like books and outside air. The start of next year’s trend, maybe?

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Photo by Clint McMahon, used under Creative Commons license

Best movies of 2013

It feels very, very strange to write this list this year because — for the first time that I can remember — I can barely put together a serious top-ten list. That’s always my target, and I usually have no trouble doing it, but seriously…of the 31 films released this year which we’ve seen, I can only just say ten of them were good enough to be on my ‘best of’ list at year’s end. And frankly, I’m not even sure Pacific Rim is of the same calibre as films I’ve recommended in previous years.

Now, keep in mind that I haven’t yet seen any of Mud (update: amazing), Gravity (update: stunning), 12 Years A Slave (update: good, and important, but not a great film), American Hustle (update: disappointing), The Wolf Of Wall Street (update: disappointing), Dallas Buyer’s Club, Inside Llewyn Davis (update: fantastic), Captain Phillips (update: great), Her, Frances Ha, Blue Jasmine, In A World… (update: loved it), Nebraska, Blue Is The Warmest Color, Stories We Tell, The Act Of Killing, A Hijacking, War Witch, Fruitvale Station (update: incredible), Sound City (update: good), Muscle Shoals (update: excellent), The Square, 20 Feet From Stardom, All Is Lost, Call Me Kuchu, or Room 237. So I might be short-changing 2013.

Here’s what I have as of now:

UPDATE: on second thought, I didn’t like how this was working out. I felt like I had to split it up. There are movies which drew me in and affected me as I watched them (the first list) and others which, while enjoyable, won’t really stick with me (the second list). As we continue to catch up on 2013 I expect both lists to grow. Or not?

The best

  • Before Midnight
  • Blackfish
  • Captain Phillips
  • Drinking Buddies
  • Fruitvale Station
  • Gravity
  • In A World…
  • Inside Llewyn Davis
  • Mud
  • Muscle Shoals
  • Why Don’t You Play In Hell?

Near misses

  • 12 Years A Slave
  • Don Jon
  • Miss Violence
  • Prisoners
  • Watermark
  • The World’s End

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Photo by Clint McMahon, used under Creative Commons license

Photo by Clint McMahon, used under Creative Commons license

Best music of 2013

First, the caveats: I haven’t yet given thorough listenings to this year’s releases by My Bloody Valentine, Pearl Jam, Quasi, Colin Stetson, Upset, or Swearin’, . But here are my ten favourites as of right now, listed alphabetically:

  1. Bass Drum Of Death . Bass Drum Of Death
  2. Black Angels . Indigo Meadow
  3. Basia Bulat . Tall Tall Shadow
  4. Heliotropes . A Constant Sea
  5. Little Hurricane . Stay Classy
  6. National . Trouble Will Find Me
  7. Phosphorescent . Muchacho
  8. Rogue Wave . Nightingale Floors
  9. Marnie Stern . The Chronicles Of Marnia
  10. Vampire Weekend . Modern Vampires Of The City

The biggest shock for me by far was how disappointing Arcade Fire‘s Reflektor was. I was disappointed by the albums from Low, Neko Case, and Frightened Rabbit, but Reflektor just stunned me.

Anyway, here’s what comprises my “best songs of 2013” playlist, again in alphabetical order only:

  1. Courtney Barnett . “Avant Gardener”
  2. Bass Drum Of Death . “Shattered Me”
  3. Black Angels . “You’re Mine”
  4. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club . “Let The Day Begin”
  5. Basia Bulat . “Never Let Me Go”
  6. Neko Case . “Local Girl”
  7. Dodos . “Confidence”
  8. Heliotropes . “Awake”
  9. Valerie June . “Somebody To Love”
  10. Little Hurricane . “Grounds For Divorce”
  11. Lorde . “Royals”
  12. Majical Cloudz . “Bugs Don’t Buzz”
  13. Men . “I Saw Her Face”
  14. Phosphorescent . “Ride On/Right On”
  15. Joel Plaskett . “Lightning Bolt”
  16. Quasi . “You Can Stay But You Got To Go”
  17. Radioactivity . “World Of Pleasure”
  18. Rogue Wave . “Everyone Wants To Be You”
  19. Marnie Stern . “Year Of The Glad”
  20. TEEN . “Big Talk”
  21. Thermals . “You Will Be Free”
  22. Vampire Weekend . “Worship You”
  23. Yeah Yeah Yeahs . “Despair”
  24. Yo La Tengo . “Ohm”
  25. Phosphorescent . “Sun’s Arising (A Koan, An Exit)”

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Photo by Mike Lutz, used under Creative Commons license

Luckily for us, Ang Lee’s version was more exciting

I know Thanksgiving is them traditional time for, uh, giving thanks, but I’d just like to go on the record and say how glad we are, and how lucky we feel, that we never lost power because of the recent ice storm. Not on Christmas, not on boxing day, not on our anniversary…there was never even a flicker. We have friends and co-workers who went for days without power, and apparently there are still people in the dark six days later. There were a few brutally  cold days in there, so…once again: we feel lucky.

Really, the only immediate evidence we could see was the coating of ice covering our balcony and trees on our street.

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Tin

So, as of yesterday, Nellie and I have been married for ten years. Cool, right?

To celebrate we had dinner at George, a perpetual top restaurant in Toronto, which we’ve somehow never been to despite it being just around the corner from us.

We had the seven-course tasting menu…which might have been a bit much, since we’re both still sick with colds — I ran down somewhere around course #4. It wasn’t the best tasting menu we’ve ever had, but we agreed that it might have come with the best, and most interesting, wine pairings. I wasn’t taking copious notes; while there were generally 5+ flavours on each plate I’ve only captured the main ingredient.

  1. Amuse-bouche of Carrot paste, caramelized root vegetables, rye toast (2004 André Clouet Champagne)
  2. BC spot prawns (2007 Weinrieder ‘Birthal’ Weissburgunder – Austria) // Crusted black cod (Ontario Spring Water Sake – Canada)
  3. Tuna (2012 Valle Dell ‘Acate ‘Zagra’ Grillo – Italy) // Smoked trout (2010 Kew Vineyards ‘Old Vines’ Riesling – Canada)
  4. Tempura lobster (2012 Alheit Vineyards ‘Cartology’ Chenin Blanc/Semillon – South Africa) // Scallop ceviche (a white Bordeaux…don’t remember which)
  5. Squab (2008 Argiolas Korem Isola dei Nuraghi Bovale/Carignano/Cannonau – Italy) // Cornish hen in a pastry (2009 Azienda Agricola COS ‘Maldafrica’ Cabernet/Merlot/Frappato – Italy)
  6. Lamb (2010 Ramey Sonoma Coast Syrah — USA) // Beef tenderloin (2011 Hendry Ranch Vineyards Zinfandel – USA)
  7. Some kind of ash-y blue cheese (2002 Domaine Rolly Gassmann Stegreben de Rorschwihr Gewürztraminer – France) // Blackburn Washed Rind Raw Cow’s Milk – Québec (Villa Late Harvest ‘Tregenda’ Papiano – Italy)
  8. Chocolate cake (20-year-old Tawny Port) // Apple cake (some kind of apple cider) // Moscato D’Asti

And this happened at dessert. Thanks George!

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