I'll probably circle back and fill in a few more details, but this is what I have been up to over the weekend.
Sat. ended up being a very busy day. I didn't get to the gym at 9:30, as I had hoped, but I did make it there by 10 (a recent record) and was home (with the groceries) by noon. I left the house again to swing by some art galleries just before 1. I went to Canadian Fine Arts and put down the cheque for the Brandtner piece. It was too big to fit in my pannier, so I'll have to go back later, probably next Sat. I went north and checked out Gallery Gevik, which I haven't been to in a while. I came back south to get to 401 Richmond and ran briefly into Robarts to pick up a book on hold. I saw that the cherry blossoms had all fallen. Ah, transcience...
I didn't stay too long at 401 Richmond, though I was able to get into Gagne this time around and talked briefly to John. Then I had about an hour at the OCAD GradEx. I probably could have spent another 15 to 30 minutes there, but I think I got the essence of this year. I think Chimemelie Okafor was probably the most interesting painter, for my tastes at least.
I then biked over to Carlton and was able to catch the 3:45 showing of Spirited Away. I'll try to catch Howl's Moving Castle next weekend, maybe right before going over to Canadian Fine Arts, so hopefully they have a fairly early showing.
Then I swung by Union and picked up some sushi, hit the office for only about 10 minutes, then went to the Soundstreams concert. I got there about midway through the pre-show talk. I was not happy to find out that they had added a piece and an intermission, and now the whole concert was going to take just about 2 hours, up from the originally scheduled 90 minutes. However, the piece I was probably most interested in (Britten's Lachrymae) was in the first half, so I decided I would leave at intermission and head over to the Rex. So I ended up catching about half the first set of Don Byron in a large band setting. Glad I caught this in the end, though Don was far more restrained than he has been on previous occasions. I also stuck around for the late night set, though it was harder to focus and write in my journal, as this group was very heavy on the vocals. The singer was quite good, however.
Sunday didn't get off to a great start when the bus wouldn't show up. There were actually 2 headed south travelling in pairs, and there were 2 buses in pairs about 15 minutes away heading north. Just terrible service, and the TTC seems to have completely abandoned any attempts at keep buses reasonably spaced. It was particularly frustrating as the weather was good, and I easily could have biked, but then I was heading all the way out to Old Mill for a Bach motet concert, and that was too far to bike. So I abandoned my attempts to swim, and will do that tonight instead, and just read for a while, waiting on the bus to take me up to Pape station.
I got to Old Mill with over an hour to spare, and I walked down to the Humber. It turns out that the canoes and kayaks are now available to rent (this was the first weekend in fact) but there were no canoes available (they were doing some sort of clean up on the Humber). It was tempting to rent a kayak, but I've never been in one, and I really didn't want my stuff to get wet. Maybe some other time, esp. if my son is back in town.
Then I walked over to the church. I've definitely never been in this part of town before, as this is where the Kingway is (which is apparently still a nice movie theatre but run by a terrible grump, making it not worth going to, aside from the fact it is ridiculously far from my house...).
The concert was fine, but it's pretty clear that I am just not that into Bach's motets, and I think I will stop trying to force myself to appreciate them.
I then took the train back to Dundas West and spent a little time in the bookstores there, which were still open. I debated going to the Indian place, but by the time I was finished with the book shopping, I only had time for pizza after all. Then I watched Malle's Zazie Dans the Metro. I didn't like the book that much because the little girl is such a brat. The movie is an awful like Tati on crack (though actually it predates Playtime by 7 years, though it came out a couple of years after Mon Oncle): non-stop visual gags and lots of camera tricks. In the end it was a little too much. Here is an interesting piece on the movie, and here is an essay from Criterion where they are flogging the film. I'll have to decide at some point if I want to reread the book (which didn't do that much for me on first reading) and/or rewatch the film, but it is a relatively low priority. I'm much more likely to rewatch Masculin féminin, which grabbed me more.
I managed to make decent progress on Nabokov's Ada, and I will probably finish it tonight. Somehow I need to read Shteyngart's Vera or Faith and then still find time for Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness before the end of the month (as we are reading this for book club). I looked several times and just couldn't find it, so I ordered the LOA set of her Hainish novels, which at least has the advantage of having some interesting additional material added to the novels and stories (even though I don't like buying stuff I already own or believe I own). Then there are several other things I wanted to read, but this will probably end up getting pushed off until June (and of course I will have far less free time with Fringe roaring up!). For instance, I ordered the remaining Blu-Rays of Breaking Bad, but I don't expect to get to any of them before the fall...
Ciao for now!
Edit (05/12): I was able to get over to Jimmie Simpson and got in 23 or possibly even 24 laps, so that was positive. I'm going to try to get over to the gym tonight, though I do need to swing by Robarts on the way home, and potentially swim on Wed. (It's somewhat likely to rain on Wed., so maybe it is worth going to Matty Eckler instead if biking looks iffy.) I also finally managed to finish Nabokov's Ada! In general, the second half isn't quite as strong as the first half (and there is a somewhat painful 20 pages on space and time where Van more or less argues against Einstein's relativity theory because it isn't aesthetically pleasing), though the last 30 or so pages when Ada and Van are quite old (and reunited) recaptures some of the zany wordplay from the first half. I may get around to writing a post just on this, but perhaps not.















