Monday, May 21, 2018

Bike fixed

A big shout out to Velotique on Queen (near Coxwell)!

I had been noticing that the gears on my bike were slipping pretty uncontrollably (nothing between 4 and 7 would really grab, which is where I spend most of my riding time).  I thought maybe the derailleur just needed to be tightened, and I was going to ask a co-worker.  I happened to be in the Beaches on Sunday, and started heading home, when I saw this bike oasis.  (It's kind of hard to miss.)


While I didn't really want to leave my bike overnight, I decided it couldn't hurt that much to go talk to them about the problem, and then perhaps leave the bike with them, especially as I could take the streetcar home (and then back to pick it up, presumably on Tuesday).

They showed me that the real problem was the chain, which had been quite stretched over the past year.  (I vaguely recall that my main bike shop, The Broom Wagon on Danforth said that it should be replaced in the spring.)  While I could probably manage replacing the chain myself, there is no way I could put on a new carriage, since that was somewhat damaged from the loose chain.  They said they could have it done in an hour, which I thought was pretty amazing.  While I do like The Broom Wagon, they get pretty busy, especially in the spring, and it usually take 2-3 days for them to finish repairs.

I had some time to kill, so I went down Queen and grabbed a bite to eat, then headed to the lake.  I watched the beach volleyball for a while and walked on the boardwalk.  I don't think I've done this in a couple of years.  I made it back to Velotique, and they had finished the repair in 45 minutes!  So I am very impressed.  I would certainly go back if I needed anything bike-related and I was in the neighbourhood.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Art on the Long Weekend, pt. 2

On Saturday it rained quite a bit, but it finally slowed down around 1:45 or so.  I decided to go over to the Queen Garden Centre.  It didn't have as much as I had hoped for (no bark chips, no paving stones), but it had some really nice trees and bushes.  I may well buy one of the ornamental trees, though it looks like I would have to have this delivered and planted next weekend, since they aren't open on Sunday.  That's ok.  I want to make sure I want to do the landscaping this summer before I launch into it.

Then I decided to head over to the Unilever site to see the exhibit (part of the larger Scotiabank festival).  It took several times to get there (it can only be accessed from Lake Shore Blvd. or the Lower Don bike trail).  This was quite frustrating to me, and I almost gave up.  If the city does succeed in getting an East Harbour GO station and of course the Downtown Relief Line station, they are going to have to change the street configuration to open this site up to Eastern at a minimum.

Once I actually made it, it was pretty cool.  The concept is not that different from when Luminato was over at the Hearn Power Plant, opening up an unused industrial space but this is a much more low-key event, and it is nicer that way.




On the inside.




The art installation was somewhat secondary to just being inside the Unilever Factory.  There were manikins catching soap bubbles (apparently, these manikins used to be part of an installation at Canada Place). 


Plus one manikin looking suspiciously like a young Andy Warhol.


Then on the upper level, lots and lots of photos of the manikins in different poses, usually without their heads.

I thought the parking lot full of these grey compact cars was itself an interesting installation.



Definitely not the most profound art installation I've ever seen, but worth a look if you like industrial spaces and happen to be on the East End over the next two or three weeks.

Art on the Long Weekend, pt. 1

As a follow-up to this post, I thought I would mention two exhibits I overlooked.  There is an exhibit dedicated to Manolo Blahnik at the Bata Shoe Museum, which runs through the end of the year.  Now this is not something that interests me, but some might find it interesting.

Of more personal interest, at the Textile Museum there is an exhibit featuring Jane Kidd's tapestries through June 10.  Then on May 30, a contemporary quilting exhibit opens and runs through late Sept.  I should be able to time it right to see both exhibits.

In any event, I did make it over to the Gardiner to see the Yoko Ono exhibit.


Unfortunately, you can't take any photos of the special exhibit.  It is mostly a place to meditate among the stones (the first part) or to try to repair broken pottery and compose witty messages to the world.  In some ways, the second and third parts had a lot of the randomness of a Cage exhibit.  I didn't spend as much time as I should have there (I was worried about being late for the TorQ concert), but I feel I got the general points of the exhibit.  This runs for another few weeks.

I did really like these contemporary pieces on the main floor.  One I'd seen before, but I don't recall seeing the Chagall before.

Marc Chagall, Lovers, 1957
Victor Cicansky, Armchair Garden #1, 1984



Ready for the Long Wet Weekend

I wouldn't say things are completely under control, but I am heading into this three-day weekend in a better frame of mind than usual.  I was hit with a surprise piece of work at the beginning of the week, but managed to deliver a preliminary report by Friday.  I also drafted the first draft of a memo that I had kind of been avoiding (the first draft is always the hardest).  The only real work I have to do over the weekend is academic work in support of a couple of TRB papers.  While there will be a crunch there, this is far more intellectually stimulating, so I will tackle it a bit more cheerfully.

I even had good news on the Fringe front, as a director I had been chasing has finally committed to the project.  I don't really know how well the final product will come off (or how many tickets I sell and thus how bad the financial losses will be), but I've basically done as much as I can do from my end.

This is all quite welcome, as I have been dog tired all week, having to work extra hours and just generally not taking as much care of myself as I should.  I do wish the weather was better, though now the forecast is saying that the rain on Saturday should slow down by the late afternoon.  Sunday should mostly be overcast but probably won't rain too much, though I might want to hold off on the groceries until I am fairly sure any rain is over.  Monday should be pretty nice, and perhaps I'll take the kids for a walk in the park (it might be too wet to do much, but we might be able to toss a frisbee or even fly a kite).  I don't have anything specific planned for once.  Though I actually have a fair bit of reading to catch up on, so it might not be that bad to stay a bit closer to home.

11th Canadian Challenge - 22nd review - Things As They Are?

Things As They Are? is Guy Vanderhaeghe's 3rd collection of short stories.*  I read Man Descending many moons ago (and indeed, I really ought to reread it and My Present Age, the novel that followed, and review them here, but that might be a project for next year).  While I definitely wouldn't have wanted Ed, the main character of several of the stories and the novel, to be in my life, the writing was very strong.  I only hope that I still would like this work; as I noted in my review of Daddy Lenin, it seems that I have gotten more impatient with literature that doesn't align with my current frame of mind, and I just don't want to spend any time with characters that offend me.**  This is probably an unfortunate consequence of the echo chamber effect of the internet; since there is so much out there that really bothers me (and some of the "bad stuff" is so toxic), I just avoid more and more things that are only going to upset me.  Of course, this can be taken to absurd limits.  Where people today (particularly Millennials) go over the line is trying to stop other people from espousing (or even listening to) these views (in the name of "safe spaces").  I have no truck with censorship, no matter what the motivation. 

I would say that Things As They Are? is largely about men trying to find their way in the world, though it hasn't quite hit the same level of toxic masculinity on display in Daddy Lenin.  This collection is kind of at the midway point, and consequently I did enjoy it more than Daddy Lenin.

That said, there are several portraits of men who are far too stubborn for their own good.  There will be minor to moderate SPOILERS from this point onwards.

SPOILERS

The title character in "King Walsh" has always been a bit of a rabble-rouser (sounding like a slightly tamer version of Rooster Byron from Jez Butterworth's Jerusalem) but in his old age he is taunted into getting into a dance competition during which he promptly breaks his hip bone.  His life starts spiraling down after this.  But this is nothing compared to the Lear-like events of "Home Place" where an older man insists on fixing the fence on the farm he gifted to his son, since the son is far too soft or simply too preoccupied and generally disinterested in maintaining the farm properly.

"Ray" is a painful story where Ray can never measure up in his father's eyes to his dead brother.  "New Houses" is a particularly dark story where a boy commits arson, essentially to curry favour with his mother who is particularly envious of the newcomers to town who have money, while she married a man who will never amount to anything.

Quite a few of the stories are morally ambiguous.  How should we feel about a young boy, who hates his teacher, who is picking on him simply because he was the star pupil of the other teachers?  She seems to want to teach him a lesson about not being overproud (the tall poppy syndrome so prevalent in Canada, as well as Australia).  When she is injured (very indirectly due his actions), his true feelings come out, and this seems to bother her more than almost anything about the incident.  Vanderhaege's message, if there is one, seems to be that unreasonable emotions are not limited to childhood, but carry over into adulthood as well.

"The Master of Disaster" was a weird sort of caper story, where one boy leans everything about life from the movies.  He puts together a gang, loosely inspired by The Italian Job, to do various things.  He manages to convince one boy he has the potential to become a boxer and sets up a fight with a notorious juvenile delinquent.  I suppose it is a bit of a twist that things actually do go according to plan, but the final denouement is that the "boxer" drops out of the gang and starts spending time with Vietnam War deserters.  Vanderhaege's unstated thesis is that this boy has more true moral character than the narrator, who still is still partly in the gang and mostly just goes with the flow.

One of the more ambitious stories is "Things As They Are?" which is about a washed-up writer, who cannot live up to his potential.  He wants to write a story as compelling as something Chekhov would have written, but naturally is having difficulty.  He goes into a monastery that now accepts paying guests, but quickly becomes wrapped up in the problems of Roland, a young man who survived a terrible fire and now wants to become a monk.  There is just a bit of a Rashomon effect here, since the writer only receives his information from the young man, but then later finds out from the abbot that the situation is very different than Roland perceives it.  At the end of the story, the writer abandons his earlier writing efforts and starts writing something more directly inspired by Chekhov's The Black Monk, where "reality" is impinged upon when one character has a vision of a black monk, which then impacts his life negatively.  (I have to admit the summary doesn't make much sense even in Vanderhaege's retelling, and I have shortened that to the point of incomprehensibility.  The full story, translated by Constance Garnett, is in The Lady with a Dog, available here.)

The last story I will discuss is by far the most disturbing one: "Loneliness Has Its Claims."  It starts off with a 12-year old boy sent off to his grandmother's for the summer.  Unlike most stories of this sort, she is not a soft touch nor is she later won over by the boy's charms, though she isn't a wicked, abusive grandmother either.  Instead, she is a very tough cookie, who is trying to marry a former principal, Mr Cecil Foster, who has retired nearby.  She sees him almost entirely as a means of escaping her dire financial conditions, stuck on a failing farm in the middle of nowhere.  She immediately tells the boy there will be severe consequences if he mouths off to "Uncle Cecil."  The plan backfires when "Uncle Cecil" starts spends almost all his leisure time driving the boy around, wanting to recreate the friendship between David and Alan Breck in Stevenson's Kidnapped.  As the penny slowly drops, this becomes one of the most unsettling stories I've read, even a bit more difficult to read than Lolita, though things don't go quite as far as all that.  The boy mostly puts up with this unwanted affection so he can get a rifle, though his grandmother insists he give it back (telling him that in the future he will see that she was right, though I am sure he has his doubts about that).  The story ends before the final reckoning, but it is certainly coming.  (I will give Vanderhaege minor props in that he introduces a gun (a la Chekhov) and it is certainly used against birds and small mammals, but no humans get shot with it.)

I would say that these are interesting but by no means easy stories.  I rarely felt any connection with the characters, particularly the too-stubborn men, where I mostly was glad that I have an easier lot in life than they did.  The last two stories "Loneliness ..." and "Things as They Are" seemed to be the strongest to me, though I am not sure I am in any rush to reread either of them.


* Apparently, his second collection is a super short (70 pages!) collection called The Trouble with Heroes that followed on immediately from Man Descending.  Given how short it is, I ought to just buzz through it this summer.

** An excellent example of this is Burning City by Ariel and Joaquin Dorfman.  They spend all this time glamourizing this bicycle messenger, who is clearly a dangerous fool (actually riding his bike through office lobbies and intentionally forcing pedestrians out of his way).  I don't really care about his inner motivations and the fact he is just putting on a show to mask his vulnerabilities.  In real life, my bicycle commute to work is made harder because d-bags like this messenger piss off motorists, who then take it out on regular cyclists.  So it is a hard thing to stomach anything that reinforces bad behaviour.  I'm seriously considering dropping the novel for this reason, and I certainly am not going to let my son read it.

Friday, May 18, 2018

11th Canadian Challenge - 21st review - Digging Up the Mountains

I've been reading more short stories lately, though mostly as collections by a single author, rather than mixed author anthologies.  In fact, the next two reviews will cover short story collections.  This collection, Digging Up the Mountains by Neil Bissoondath, was Bissoondath's first collection, and many of the themes that he covered here turn up again in his later work.  Bissoondath mostly is interested in the immigrant/emigrant experience and mostly involving immigration to Toronto, though a few of his stories look at the circumstances of people who had immigrated to Canada and then returned.  My very first book review on this blog was Bissoondath's novel, The Innocence of Age, and much like that book, I wish I liked this book a bit more.

While I appreciate Bissoondath was trying to stretch his repertoire, two of the stories written from the perspective of a female (and a non-Caribbean female at that) just aren't particularly believable in terms of character motivations and don't hold up very well: "The Cage" and "An Arrangement of Shadows."  Unfortunately, these are two of the longer stories in the book.  When Bissoondath is on slightly more familiar ground, such as writing about an older female who joins her relatives in Toronto (as in "Dancing"), the results are far more plausible; I still had issues with this story where the islanders resent being told to keep it down and take their revenge by blowing snot on the white man at their door.  So classy.  The "wretched of the earth" indeed.  I'm fairly sure this story has been anthologized, since I have read it before in some other context.

"Digging Up the Mountains" and "Counting the Wind" both focus on how unpredictable life had become in the Caribbean, with corruption rife and the threat of physical danger becoming part of the everyday reality, particularly for non-natives, i.e. Indians who had settled in the Caribbean.  These stories focus on the push factors that drove Bissoondath and others like him to the U.S. or Canada.  "Dancing" has just a bit of the pull factor, when Miss James gets a letter from her sister saying that she could make so much more money in Canada, which inspires her to leave Trinidad (and indeed it is an Indian doctor who tells her that she won't like it there).

A few of the stories then focus on the difficulty in adjusting to the new social climate (and the winters!) of Canada, such as "Dancing" and "Christmas Lunch."  One of the more interesting stories is "There are a Lot of Ways to Die" where someone who had moved to Canada, then came back and was hailed as a bit of a returning hero, essentially validating the others' decision not to leave.  However, he finds that he has been changed by his time in Canada, and no longer likes the pace of life or the small town feel on the island, apparently embodying the idea that "you can never go back."  He misses Toronto, even dreams of being back on the subway.  At the end, he decides he is returning to Canada, though breaking it to his wife may prove a challenge.  These stories offer considerable insight into the new immigrant condition (or rather what it was like back in the late 1970s and early 1980s), but they didn't always work for me in a completely literary context.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Infinity Mirrors

As I briefly mentioned, last Friday my son and I went to see Infinity Mirrors at the AGO.  I had to rush home, change clothes, grab a bite to eat, and head back out with him.  There are some places that I think he could meet me on the TTC, but Spadina and Dundas isn't one of them.  As it turned out, getting to the AGO was a total drag on the TTC.  The bus was late, and then when it did turn up, the bus flew by the stop without even slowing down!  The next one took about 10 minutes to turn up and it was packed full as well, but the driver had to let a couple of people off, and we squeezed on in back.  Then there were signal problems with the subway.  I had budgeted a fair bit of extra time but we ended up turning up only about 3 minutes before our time slot.  So unhappy about the state of the TTC.  (Actually yesterday morning I was late for a meeting, since the 506, which normally takes 35 minutes to get to Bay, took 55+ minutes.  I was so frustrated.)

Anyway, the thing about the Infinity Mirrors exhibit is that there are lots and lots of lines.  I estimated it was about 2 hours of queuing for 3 minutes inside the Infinity Rooms.  There is one useful trick, however, which is that there is a main line and then a single's line if you are willing to go into the room with a random pair of strangers.  For two of the rooms, my son and I split up and went in the single's line, which did shave about 25 minutes off of the wait time.  I would definitely recommend this if you do have tickets for the event.  BTW, I decided that once through was enough, so I released a second ticket I had for next Wed., so there will be one more slot available Wed. evening if you are thinking of going down.

There are certainly several things to look at in addition to the Infinity Rooms -- stuffed phalli and quite a number of dot paintings.  Nonetheless, the big draw is going into the Infinity Rooms, and most of my pictures and video will focus on them.



 

The second room was more oriented towards light, and the staff warned us that the light levels would vary, and it was entirely possible that the room would be completely dark when we entered!  The lights were mostly on during my visit, but as I attempted to take a selfie at the very end, the room went completely black...

A sneak peek



I felt her most successful non-dot paintings were the gouaches and watercolours right before the pink ball room.

Kusama, The World of Insect, 1953

Kusama,Pacific Ocean, 1959

The exhibition then opened up into a room full of pink balls.




One of the more interesting things about the pink ball room was a ball that you could look into with a small infinity mirror inside.  If you looked at it properly, your eye would appear at the very far end (in that black hole area).


Then there was one last Infinity Room on the 5th floor where you would look at another person's face, reflected many, many times. (I have to admit, this one reminded me of a Lite-Brite set.)


There were some free-standing tentacles on view.


Even the stairs down to the fourth floor were involved in the exhibition, with big red dots changing the landscape.
 

I have to admit by this point, I was getting a bit tired.  Sometimes too much of a good thing is too much.  Nonetheless, this silver phalli installation (Ennui) was interesting.  If you got very close, you could see part of it was made from silver shoes!



There was another light-based Infinity Room after this.  Fortunately, the line moved considerably quicker by this point, as we were weary.




In line for the last timed room, there was some interesting wallpaper.


We weren't allowed to take photos or video in the pumpkin room (and only 2 people at a time could come through).  I'm not sure why, unless it was that they were worried people would get too close to the pumpkins and damage them.  This is basically what it looked like.


Finally, we came to the end.  There was a room where the visitors would add dots to furniture and the walls.  You weren't supposed to keep any keepsake dots, though I noted a few people snuck them out.  I wasn't that interested in the dots themselves, but the installation was interesting, in an overwhelming sort of way.





And that was that.  An interesting experience, but not one I'd want to repeat.