Ben Hur race: ass lightning or spiked chariot wheels?

Sorry about the lack of blogging over the past couple of days. I’ve been kind of heads-down with work, errands and this stats assignment. The assignment’s mostly done though, so I can relax for a few days.

Today we ran around town doing a bunch of things:

  • We went to see the World Press photo exhibit at BCE Place, which was pretty compelling. Some of the images were disturbing, none more so (to me, anyway) than the little girl crying after seeing American troops shoot her parents at some checkpoint in northern Iraq. She was covered in blood and looked terrified. You get the sense that the girl is completely, utterly lost to the world. There’s no saving her. It was awful. If the American public thinks it’s getting the real story about Iraq, they haven’t seen that picture.
  • We shook that off (pictures of animals and sports on the way out dulled the ache) and walked over to our condo’s new sales centre. They have two furnished model suites ready for viewing, one of which is ours. It was good to get in there and finally see & feel what our unit will be like. There are some minor differences — our ceilings will be 9 feet, not 8 feet like in the model, we have a huge balcony, and our unit will be much higher — but it was still a thousand times better than trying to imagine things based on a floor plan. Nellie blogged about it yesterday, and included a picture.
  • We picked up some scrumptious breads and a pie (whose scrumptiousness I can’t vouch for as yet) at All The Best, got nostalgic for lunch at the Quail & Firkin (I had a C.O.B. and many fries, after which I felt awful) and picked up a new bed for the cats at Canadian Tire. After that, and some grocery shopping, I was ready to come home and have a half-nap. Getting my ass up for the stats assignment…Herculean.

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We also watched a movie called Stardom (imdb | rotten tomatoes), directed by Denys Arcand and starring (rowr) Jessica Pare. It wasn’t great, but I laughed at the parts where they skewered celebrity culture. My favourite: the “Annual Slalom for Bosnia” charity event.

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The religious right is whipping the TV industry like a rented mule. Beating it like a red-headed stepchild. Smacking it like it stole something. NBC has agreed not to show Madonna singing a song from atop a cross during her TV special, airing next month.

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From tederick we find this story about a woman who experienced the feeling of lightning shooting out her ass. Zowie! Is there anything Croatians can’t do?

By the way, kudos to tederick for the use of a post-carbonite-Han quote. Don’t try that at home, kids.

[tags]world press photo, condo, quail and firkin, all the best, stardom, nbc, madonna, tederick, ass lightning, han, carbonite[/tags]

90 Day Night Day Nights

Today had been supermega cleaning day. Our apartment has been neglected and, as such, has turned on us. There’s still more fun to be had, like ripping the cat hair out of the carpet, but it’s nice to have a (somewhat) livable environment again.

Really, we’re just phoning it in now. Our condo is set to be ready for us by early April, and we just don’t care about the place we’re in anymore. It’s a rental, so we’re not destroying the place or anything, but there’s not exactly a pride of ownership right now either.

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Day Night Day Night, one of our favourite films at this year’s TIFF, has won the award for best feature film at the Woodstock Film Festival. I’m glad; it deserves more attention than it got here in Toronto.

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Scott Adams is at it again. This time he thinks he has an idea that will win him next year’s Nobel prizes for both peace and economics. It relates to the old no-two-countries-who-have-a-McDonald’s-have-ever-gone-to-war maxim, which is really just a symptom. Open trade with a country makes it much harder to go to war with them (unless you plan to overrun them completely). For example, the US will never attack China; Wal-Mart gets most of their cheap goods from China and would likely go out of business, or at the very least drastically increase their prices.

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Late last night we watched Henry Fool (imdb | rotten tomatoes), the precursor to Fay Grim, another film we saw at this year’s festival. It was good, but I think I was expecting the style of Fay Grim, which was far more frenetically paced. And, of course, I wish there could have been more focus on Parker Posey, but I guess the title should have made it obvious that there wouldn’t be. I would definitely recommend watching Henry Fool before watching Fay Grim, though; it would’ve helped us out a lot.

[tags]day night day night, scott adams, dilbert, henry fool, fay grim[/tags]

Why can't they ever vomit on, say, the kitchen floor?

Here I was, having a good weekend, and suddenly whammo…cat problems. Last night, around 1:00, one of the cats pukes all over my laptop bag. Seriously, it’s like he aims for personal items. Trying to clean everything out of the bag and wash it off while still half asleep was buckets of fun. Then this morning I woke up to find the other cat limping; I guess he did something to his foot/leg overnight. Probably beat the crap out of his brother a little too emphatically. I’ll watch it for a day or so and take him to the vet if it doesn’t get better.

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Today’s idiots: Dr. Ted Baehr, who claims Talladega Nights makes fun of Jesus [via Yes But No But Yes], and the lady who thinks the tree in her backyard is gurgling out “God’s water”.

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Another great picture from Sam at Daily Dose of Imagery. You can actually see our building under construction a few blocks to the southwest.

[tags]cats, vomit, injured paw, ted baehr, talladega nights, god’s water, daily dose of imagery, moss park[/tags]

Karate Snoopy

OK, where to begin…just after I wrote that last post England lost to Portugal on penalties. Needless to say, the crowd at the Duke of York was mightily pissed. Still, we soldiered on, determined to enjoy Canada Day. However, our nation’s birthday isn’t quite the event that my brother experienced in Ottawa, so there wasn’t really much to do festivities-wise…we walked down St. George, cut through the U of T campus, walked along College and then down University, had a gawk at the new opera house, walked across Queen to city hall, stopped in the weird little waterfall park off of Richmond, walked across to the condo site, and then strolled down to C’est What for a cold beer and the first half of the France/Brazil match. During halftime we made it back up to our apartment, settled in and watched the second half while Nellie had a nap on the floor.

That night, after a few hours of downtime, we all went to Fieramosca. As usual, it was too much great food; we were all stuffed by the time we left. I had a relatively simple penne with chicken, sundried tomato, zucchini, and asparagus; Nellie had gnocchi and TimmyD has a plate of sausage (which I had a bit of; daaaaaaaaamn) and quail. After much limoncello with the hostess, we walked home.

This morning: no rest for the wicked. We all met at half-ten (that’s what the frickin’ British call 10:30) and hit Eggstacy for some breakfast; we left, more than a little bit stuffed but ready for some shopping. Some shoes, some clothes and some books* later and we’d had about enough of Bloor Street.

After all the shopping we spent a few hours on the patio at the Bishop & Belcher, then collected ourselves at our place before heading out to the Auld Spot for dinner. Once again, I was more than impressed with the food (Nellie liked hers a great deal this time). We left, getting home in time for me to write this, check some feeds and pack for tomorrow.

That’s right, I said pack; we’ve decided to spend a night out of the city. We’re visiting our uncle & aunt near Guelph, and from there we’re going up to Elora for the night. It’ll be nice to see…you know, trees. Etc. I’ll post again when we’re back on Tuesday, at which point our visitors should be jetting back to old blighty.

* TimmyD pointed out a book, based on this website, which is quite possibly the most hilarious thing I have ever seen. We laughing hysterically in the stacks at Indigo, and at home I was actually on the floor laughing as I read it. There are pictures. Nellie says she’s never heard (or seen) me laugh that hard. I understand that some people won’t find it that funny. If you don’t find it funny at all, then I can’t be friends with you anymore.

[tags]england, portugal, u of t, toronto opera house, c’est what, fieramosca, eggstacy, bishop & belcher, auld spot, elora, mnftiu[/tags]

Hotter than the hottest summer was hot

Walking down to St. Lawrence Market (to pick up some steaks and bacon) on a 35 degree day really works up a thirst, so we popped into C’est What for some lunch and a weissbeer. Along the way we stopped at the condo site to guage the progress — they’re up to the 38th floor now — and Nellie picked up some hair product while I sat outside in the shade.

I sometimes feel guilty for running my air conditioning, but today it was a necessary evil.

[tags]st. lawrence market, c’est what, weissbeer, air conditioning[/tags]

Marketing people are not very smart

Whoops…haven’t blogged in two days. Right then. Tally ho.

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The Canadiens game last night: fugly. The Hurricanes played a mediocre game, but the Canadiens played like old women at 3 AM. Every loose puck, every fight along the boards, every dump-in, every scrum…Carolina seemed to win it. If the Canadiens play like this again tomorrow night, it’s all over. Whatever happens, I don’t see either of these teams moving on against Ottawa, New Jersey or Buffalo (assuming the Sabres win).

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The blogosphere (ugh…hate that term…hence, my Bomb The Blogosphere t-shirt is on the way) is afire with talk about Stephen Colbert’s bit at the White House Correspondent’s dinner. It was, indeed, very funny. It took balls to stay in character and subtly trash the administration with the President sitting a few feet away, and to heap ridicule on the press corp with them staring him in the eye.

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Good news on the condo front: we now have a closing date. April 9th is what we’ve been told, which means we should be able to move in some time before that (since we’re about halfway up the building). I guess. I don’t really know; I’m a homebuying rookie. Still, it’s great to have a date, even if it’s 11 months away.

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I’ve watched a pile of movies in the past few days, some from the PVR (which we’re now calling the TiFaux) and some at the Hot Docs festival.

  • Thirty-Two Short Films about Glenn Gould (imdb | rotten tomatoes) was just what it sounded like. Some were throwaways, some were very interesting. My favourite was the interview that he wrote for himself, where he questions the very nature of music and performances. It made my head spin, but Gould was known for turning things on their ear. I’d like to find out more about the man, and this was a decent place to start.
  • Speaking of throwaway, City Hall (imdb | rotten tomatoes) had all kinds of potential with all kinds of great actors, but it never really went anywhere. It’s a decent afternoon timekiller if you should flip by it on an afternoon, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to rent it.
  • Our second Hot Docs movie was An Unreasonable Man (hot docs), about Ralph Nader. For an audience that knows vaguely of Nader as a customer crusader and mainly as the man who’s been painted as responsible for George Bush winning the presidency, it was enlightening to see a more in-depth history of such an interesting figure. Nader took on the automotive industry — specifically GM — and won, forcing them to improve car safety, made seat belts and air bags mandatory, and effected dozens of other changes to protect consumers. The hoopla surrounding the 2000 election was discussed at length, with opinion on both sides, and showed how hard the powers that be worked to keep him out of the race when it mattered. My favourite quote was from Nader himself: “Personally, I think Al Gore lost me the election.” Five stars out of five, sez I.
  • The next documentary was OilCrash (hot docs), a fairly scary picture of a) how incredibly valuable oil is to the very operation of our society, b) how perfect and efficient a solution oil is to our energy needs, and c) how terrifyingly fast we’re running out of it. I felt they did an amazing job of staying neutral: there was no (to steal Don Rumsfeld’s favourite line) “henny-penny, the sky is falling”, oil is evil, the president is a petroleum-thirsty savage, etc. They simply showed how incredibly reliant we are on oil, how none of the primary alternatives are viable replacements, and how we’re deluding ourselves into thinking there’s more left than there is. I only rated it three out of five, though, since the presentation wasn’t in the same class as the content.

An interesting note about Hot Docs: they’re sponsored in part by Cadillac, and so before each documentary there’s an ad for the Cadillac Escilade…by all accounts, one of the most egregious offenders in terms of gas guzzling and consumer excess. You can imagine, then, the audience reaction when such an ad plays before DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT RALPH NADER AND OIL CRISES!! I mean, for the love of god, what fucking idiot in marketing at Cadillac/GM thought that up?

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Finally, as promised, I have more to say about United 93. As I said on Saturday, I found it very moving and powerful. It’s been quite a while since I need a few minutes at the end of a movie to compose myself, and I think Nellie and I had walked halfway home before either of us uttered a word. The tension starts in the first few seconds, and by the halfway point of the movie I could feel myself trembling a bit. I thought it was the cold (the Varsity is often freezing) but by the end — right around the time the passengers figure out what’s going on and start calling their families — I was practically shaking the chair. I realized it was my nerves. That was something I’ve never experienced before.

I’d find it hard to recommend the film to anyone, just because it felt like such an ordeal and I wouldn’t want to necessarily put them through that, and yet I still feel like everyone should see it. I thought it was a brilliantly crafted and exceptionally told interpretation of what happened, a perfect escalation of the speed, tension and confusion of the day as it developed, and as unbiased as it could be (the terrorists, though zealots, are just scared human beings, which makes them more and less terrifying at once; there’s even a brief scene where both they and the passengers pray, to different gods, but no one more fervently than the other) while still portraying the unfathomable bravery the passengers showed.

I remember thinking the same thing I thought that day four and a half years ago when I heard the first reports about the plane that had crashed in Pennsylvania, just for a split second before my brain refocused on all the carnage unfolding on CNN: what courage. What fucking courage. To charge the terrorists, to storm the cockpit, to attempt to re-take the plane, knowing full well that they could die in an instant. Were they trying to save other lives in New York or Washington? Were they just trying to save themselves? Did they just want one more chance to see their families? Were they angry? Scared? Altruistic? Selfish? Probably all of those things, and more. And they did what not many people would have done: they fought back. They did everything they possibly could, and whether they knew it or not, they might have saved hundreds of lives.

What...courage.

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[tags]Canadiens, Hurricanes, NHL, Stephen Colbert, condo, Hot Docs, United 93[/tags]

Arrrrrrgghhhhhjroijgoherjhjtohjore

I’ve been having problems with…Bell’s DNS servers, I guess, since I’m randomly unable to access websites that I know are there. Like this one. As I hit ‘publish’ after writing a great honking post. I’m not typing that shit up again, so I’ll summarize:

That is all. We’re off to New York tomorrow; don’t know how often I’ll be posting.

Hoop dreams

I just saw a clip on The Hour that freaked me out. It was about an autistic high school student in Rochester, NY named Jason McElwain who helps manage his high school basketball team. In the team’s last game of the year, with the large lead late in the game, his coach put him in the game, so that Jason could have a team jersey.

With four minutes left, the kid went six for seven from beyond the arc. SIX FOR SEVEN!!

Check out the video clips; you’ll see his teammates lose it every time he scores. And check out the quotes:

His coach: “I’ve had a lot of thrills in coaching. I’ve coached a lot of wonderful kids, but I’ve never experienced something like this ever in my life…I couldn’t stop crying.”

His mother: “This is the first moment Jason has ever succeeded and been proud of himself. I look at autism as the Berlin Wall. He cracked it.”

Wow. You can be cynical about a lot of things, but it’s hard to be cynical about that.

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Via Spacing: Howard Moscoe wants condo developers building near subway lines to buy Metropasses for buyers. I think this is a great idea. In fact, I hope someone enforces it before we move into our building next year. ๐Ÿ™‚