i am so tired i am finding it hard to fall asleep. so i decided to return to the computer and write a much overdue post. i am so tired because after a lovely book club session at eleri’s on the novel: julie and julia: my year of cooking dangerously (a delicious, light romp of a novel on the joys and tribulations of stepping out of one’s comfort zone and trying something new and finding a passion) a silly and slightly drunk l, asked me to meet his boss who was visiting from toronto. so i drove over the viaduct and into the swanky chambar to meet a very lovely boss, and we proceeded to chat about everything from the liberal party, judaism, feminism, of course my thesis, marriage etc for three hours. we didn’t get home until after midnight and l, due to his silly drunken state couldn’t really sleep and kept me up with cute little songs he made up sung offkey.
so today was a bit of a daze but tgif that i got a lot of work done on monday and that it is reading week afterall. today consisted of a lovely morning workout and a visit to the dentist–all clear and no movement on my wisdom teeth. i then worked more on my major paper which is now an examination of Lauren Greenfield’s photo project Girl Culture (girlculture.com or goodle Greenfield whose recent book/film project is called Thin and while problematic has some very poignant and wonderful elements). Then I visited with my Mom; she came to the house and we made dinner together and watched American Idol–excellent.
This past weekend, the women’s and gender studies dinner at bo kong went really well–14 people came. The gals met L for the first time, and there was a lot of laughter to go around. After the dinner we went to Heather and Matt’s and hung out with Geronimo the albino doggie who is so so sweet and tried to superimpose the director of the WMST centre’s head onto this male actor whose name I forgot. It was funny and silly and made for what has become an infamous joke.
Saturday we visited my grandparents, my 91 year old grandmother is onto her latest knitted scarf in a gorgeous tourquoise wool. We then cleaned the house and blasted Regina Spector on repeat for hours. At night we saw the light and fluffy film “Music and Lyrics” at the oldschool Oakridge Cinema…i love Drew Barrymore and it was not as cheesy as I thought it would be but still formulaic and feel good.
On Sunday was Shuli’s wedding. She was radiant and composed. Her and Ari make a cute couple. It was an orthodox affair, with segregated ceremony seating and dancing, though mixed meal seating. I enjoyed the dancing, especially the elaborate props such as parasols and hats to entertain the bride; the men dressed in gorilla costumes and various attire to entertain Ari. L and I had a lovely time and it was wonderful to see Shuli so happy and to spend some time with her during the wedding. It was great also to see some acquaintances and that Harper was with us as well.
So yes it is reading week. I feel on top of my work as I have really been working hard. I have been asked to speak at the next National Council of Jewish Women meeting on my master’s research so I am working on my talk. It is on March 8th,International Women’s Day…woohoo! Karen is joining me for moral support, anyone is welcome. Let me know if you want more info. And I am working on the Lauren Greenfield paper which will be part of my conference paper that I do in April at UBC. Come mid March I will have 65 papers to mark and at the end of March another 65, so I am happy I am sifting through my work.
We are going to Montreal at the end of May early June. Lorne’s mom is joining us for three out of the six days and we will also celebrate our 2nd year wedding aniversary in the belle province, so excited. Lot’s to look forward to. I am excited for the spring and to be getting closer to exams–feel so ready to be in the next stage.
Working on more poems about my grandfather. One is going to be published in the Antigonish Review literary magazine, I want the series to fully come together so it is a motivating start.
I am excited for the OSCARS, and even missing my beloved writing group as they are on the same night.
My (and so many others) beloved SOMA cafe (where i would work when I just couldn’t at home or school; where our writing group took place; where I have had many wonderful conversations with both friends and strangers) was forced to close as the building was sold. The new location is at 8th off Main but not open yet…I hope it will have the same open quality, it was very inviting and full of a great productive energy. Oh SoMa how I miss thee…it was funny as L and I one Saturday took a lovely walk from about 33rd and Main down to main and broadway and hung out at SOMA, I had a wonderful cup of mocha mint tea and really took time to take in the space as I wasn’t immersed in theory or a book or scribbling my thoughts down madly onto paper. Then three days later poof…gone. There is a great quote within Dionne Brand’s latest novel about how the city reinvents itself and how memories are connected to places, and how places transform into different places and then where do the memories go. Eleri has the novel “What we all long for” so beautiful, when I get it back I will post the direct quote. I think on this a lot…where i met Gary, the many places we frequented are no more, are gone, now something else, rebuilt into new structures entirely…hmmm…
xo A