Bad Hard Drive Results

I've been feeling a lot of ups and downs about the recovery process.  Originally, they thought that most of the drive would be recovered, i.e. something around 95%.  In the end, it was 92% recovered, but the damage is time-specific with the most recent files the most damaged, which of course are the ones that are top of mind and the ones that are most painful that they haven't been recovered...

Anyway, I paid the (very high) fee and received a detailed report on what was recovered entirely and what was damaged.  I guess I'll start with the bad news.  There was a folder called Xmas2025 that had all the pictures and videos from my cell phone from pretty much all of Dec.  None of this was recovered at all.  This means that a couple of jazz shows at the Rex are just gone, including a 2 guitar show featuring Lorne Lofsky and probably a Dave Young show.  I believe the most recent Mike Murley show is still on my phone, though it cut off a bit early for some absurd reason.  Either I could have left the files on the phone longer (as storage space isn't quite as serious a problem as before) or I could have left the entire folder Xmas2025 on the laptop longer, and I remember debating copying vs. moving the files at the time.  I bitterly regret not copying that folder over, but how was I to know that a nearly brand new drive would fail so badly...  Never again.  I can't really remember the photos I took, though this includes a recent trip to the AGO.  So I can go again and replicate a lot of those, though not the couple of photos I took of my son in front of some of the art.  Sigh.  I didn't really care for the art at my last trip to the Power Plant, but I might take a few replacement photos of the art in the plaza just north of the Power Plant.  I probably am also missing a few photos of my last trip to 401 Richmond, but hopefully I have the visits prior to that, though I will have to probe once I have the data sent back.

However, most of the other folders (with phone pictures and videos) seem to have survived, including several shows out at Budweiser Stage and 54-40 at Danforth Music Hall.  I was freaking out a bit because there were two or three shows that I had started transferring over from phone video to mp3 (a somewhat tedious process).  It turns out that the entire Lowest of the Low show files survived and all but one or two of the GoGo Penguin files, so that was unexpected good news (I mean relative to the fact I had thought I had lost it all...).

Now some PDFs (of art monographs) were completely corrupted, but in a freak positive twist, I had copied these over so my son could take a look, and I was able to copy them back.  Too bad I hadn't also copied over a few more of the photos of our trip to the AGO...  Some poetry books survived, though these are ones I could have reconstructed from files still in my mailbox's deleted folder (which I hadn't emptied yet).  I'm sure it helps that the file size is an order of magnitude smaller than the art monographs.

A large number of wav files from material I recorded off the internet are also gone.  In many cases, I can just record this again, so annoying and time-consuming, but not "fatal."  However, there were two shows of Robyn Hitchcock performed at home (called Live from Tubby's House), and these are time-limited and cannot be replayed now.  Two other shows that I thought were lost were actually copied over to a different hard drive, so that's positive.  I only wish I had had more free space on the other hard drives (that didn't fail), but that just wasn't the case.  I asked them to copy over bad wav files, just in case portions can still be read, but I am not sure if they will do that.  I guess I'll find out in a couple of days.

So there are probably something on the order of 10 shows (either at the Rex or over the internet including two Hitchcock shows) that are just completely gone and the photos documenting my last trip to the AGO and 401 Richmond, but I believe most other files have been recovered, so I will try to focus on that rather than the loss.  (I mean 92% is very good just not quite as high as I would have liked...)  It's hard, however, as it is just not in my nature to focus on positives, particularly given I am in pretty constant low-level pain from my back.  But I'll try in this case.

Edit (9 pm): So the recovery technician said he had copied it all over to a blank drive, even the damaged files, so I'll see if any of the damaged wav files have usable chunks, and I guess I'll do the same for a few mp4 files.  He also said he was going to take one more stab at recovering some of the data a different way, which is cool unless he charges me another huge fee, and I told him just to focus on the Xmas2025 folder and a small handful of damaged wav files and just let the rest go.  No point holding out any hope here, but it would be terrific if something does emerge out of this.  I'm actually pretty excited about listening to the Lowest of the Low show and the GoGo Penguin show, which I had assumed were completely lost but were recovered.  It should just be another day or two before this drive shows up.

Edit (01-14): When I got back from seeing Mulholland Drive at the Paradise (I got in after all -- what a strange, strange movie!), there was a package on the doorstep.  It was the drive back from Recovery Force.  As feared, nothing in the Xmas2025 folder is recoverable at all.  Some of the damaged wav files are readable, though it is very hit or miss.  I have about 30 minutes from one of the Live at Tubby's House shows, but not the other ones, which is really too bad.  (With a little more digging, it turns out that I do still have the Dec. 17 show that kicked off with "Goodnight Oslo," but not the next one which was a mini-tribute to Bob Dylan's John Wesley Harding album.  Honestly, I would rather have Dec. 17, so that sort of worked out.  And of course I've love to get back the rest of their New Year's Eve show.)  Maybe this guy will manage to recover a few more files, but I'm not going to lose any more sleep over this.

Bad Back

I've been dealing with back spasms over the past few days (since last Friday I think), and then it felt like I had a pinched nerve or something in my lower back, so it has been extremely painful to change positions from sitting to standing, though walking around isn't too painful.  Even getting out of bed generally means rolling out of bed.  This happened to me back around 2010, and then I had a flare-up while living in Vancouver.  In both cases, I did end up going to a chiropractor, and that seemed to solve things, though obviously temporarily.  I actually biked past a chiropractor's office on Queen East on the weekend, and I wonder if I will end up going there or see if there is a place closer to me.  

Somewhat surprisingly, I was able to go swimming on Sat., and then at the gym I tried to use the back extension machine and then the equipment that helps stretch the spine.  In the short term, it just felt worse.  Anyway, we'll just see how things develop, but it's definitely worrying.  

Interestingly, biking doesn't seem to impact me too much, and in my mind at least the minor stretching you need to do (to keep vigilant and look left and right to avoid being hit by a car!) loosens things up a bit.  At any rate, I was able to bike last Thurs. through Sat. (including a trip downtown to see Marty Supreme at Market Square), and it looks like I might be able to bike to work on Tuesday, before the weather gets bad again.  I probably would not consider biking to work in Jan. or Feb. if the TTC wasn't so unreliable.  And maybe 10 or 20 years from now with climate change, biking in winter won't be abnormal, though I am not sure I plan on going to work, particularly to a downtown location, on a daily basis 20 years from now.  (And I definitely wouldn't if I am still having occasional, but severe, back pain.)  I guess I'll see how it all unfolds...

Random Cultural Thoughts on the New Year

It's been a pretty good start to the year, reading-wise at least.  I have reread Narayan's The Financial Expert and read The Painter of Signs.  His novels are generally fairly short, and these ones have a bit of a fable-like quality to them, with the characters sort of returning to where they started but having learned something about themselves (or just the bitter teachings of "life") along the way.  I wouldn't say I loved either of them, though I enjoyed The Painter of Signs more.  I think my favourite of all his novels is The English Teacher with my least favourite (and one I will never reread) being The Man-Eater of Malgudi, closely followed by Swami and Friends.  I'm about 2/3rds of the way in reading through all of his novels, and now that I am back on track, I may well be finished by 2027.  I also reread Zelazny's Roadmarks, which I enjoyed but doesn't stand up as much (today) as some of his other work.  Next, I'm going to alternate between Mahfouz's The Beggar and The Tale of the Missing Man next.  I'm more like 1/2 through Mahfouz's novels, and I guess I will step that up a bit.  Then probably O'Connor's A Good Man is Hard to Find.

I've seen 8 of the 9 Naruse films that I have tickets for at TIFF.  I completely forgot that I had watched several of his silent films that Criterion/Eclipse put out years ago.  The only film that I have on DVD I haven't watched is Repast, and I will probably watch this at some point this winter.  I mentioned that I saw Winter Light with my son.  If he comes home at Reading Week in Feb., I think I'll try to watch the other two in Bergman's Winter Trilogy, but if not I'll just watch them while it is still winter.

I also have borrowed a few Godard films from the library, and I should be able to get through Breathless and Masculin Feminin this weekend.  I saw The Truman Show at Paradise, as part of their Toonie Tues. and the theatre was packed.  I finally went ahead and got the membership at Paradise, as they have finally started showing enough films to justify it.  And then last night I saw Network at Carlton.  This is my first time seeing it.  I think maybe there were a few too many plot contrivances, almost more as if this were a TV series with a large cast rather than a movie...  (I wonder if there was any consideration to spinning this off as a TV show, just as MASH had done a few years previously.  Though it would have been a bit of a challenge as one of the more compelling characters ended up dead at the end...)  I am probably going to check out The Thing tonight, though it means going out to The Fox.  (I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but one of the only Antonioni films that I actually like, La Notte, is playing at The Fox, and I do plan to go to that.)

I was travelling back from The Truman Show, finishing up The Painter of Signs, and I saw someone reading a book with a huge Max Beckmann painting on the cover.  I did some sleuthing and realized this was the central panel from his Departure triptych, and from there learned that the young woman was reading Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy.  

I suspect I must have read this back in the day, but I don't remember anything about it.  I haven't decided if I like the cover enough to pick up a copy just for the cover.  Perhaps...

As part of this search, I ran across two Beckmann paintings I don't recall seeing before, which is odd, as I have gone through a lot of Beckmann monographs.

Max Beckmann, Odysseus and the Siren, 1933

Max Beckmann, Transporting the Sphinxes, 1945

I like both, though the one with the sphinxes a bit more.  The second one happens to be in a museum in Brussels, not that I am particularly likely to see it.  I guess I should see if it happened to be at the big MoMA show years ago, but I don't think it was.

I'm running a bit late for work.  I actually am going to bike in today and probably tomorrow, which is good, as I have not been very good with my diet lately, and I need the extra exercise.  I might even have a bit more energy when I get to the office, which I desperately need.  Ciao.

Edit (9 pm): Between being a bit depressed by biking around in the damp and dark, and the fact that I don't really like The Fox much, and the even more compelling fact that I have work still to do to hit some deadlines tomorrow, and I ended up bailing on The Thing.  I'm sure I'll see it some day.  I think they program it every so often at Carlton. 

Edit (01/09): I have confirmed that neither of these Beckmann paintings was in the MoMA show out in Queens, which is a missed opportunity, particularly for Odysseus and the Siren, as it is in a private collection housed somewhere in New York.

 

Computer - Good and Very Bad News

As I was jotting down the other day, I have been having severe computer issues that cropped up recently.  I assumed that I would need to get a new computer (and probably that isn't a bad idea, as frustrating as that would be, if I can find one with extra RAM and hard drive space, as well as an internal digital drive).  Anyway, I was realizing that I probably could just use the cmd prompt to copy over the recent files to the new external hard drive and then reformat the C drive if necessary.  All was going ok until I found out that the cmd prompt couldn't even recognize the drive, and that all the Explorer issues were due to a catastrophic failure on the part of the (very new) external hard drive(!) not the desktop itself.

So I unplugged the failing hard drive and the computer went back to normal.  So that's sort of a happy ending.  However, I had been of course been using this failed hard drive to consolidate all the backups over the past month or so.  (And it seems ridiculously unfair that a drive I bought only a month or so ago suffered such a catastrophic failure.)  Now most folders and files are still on another hard drives, so it will be annoying but not impossible to restore.  However, this failed drive is the only place where a lot of videos and concerts from the Rex were stored, as well as pretty much all the museum photos over the past 2 months.  (It's particularly galling as there was no immediate reason to remove the brand-new Xmas2025 folder from this older laptop after I copied it onto the new hard drive, but I did...)

As it just was failing in this past day (and chkdsk can still basically see the drive), there is a reasonably good chance that if I send it off to one of those data recovery centres, they can back it up (for a very large fee).  I'll call tomorrow.  I might as well send another bad drive that a different data recovery centre wasn't able to restore (from over a decade ago, however).  It's also ironic that if this had happened a few days back, I could have had someone who lives in Waterloo run it over to Guelph, but that won't work in this case.

I guess I will take the time to re-evaluate.  I think I need to stop taping so much music off the internet.  I'll probably drop BBC New Music Show and Round Midnight (which really backs up as it is five days per week!) and just focus on Music Planet.  Now whether that justifies keeping the VPN service is a question for another day.

So I am in a pretty crappy, crappy mood.  It could have been worse, in that some of the big files I was working on were also copied over onto a flashdrive for my son, and I can back those up immediately (and I had backed up some Jeff Wall images a few other places, which I would have done for everything aside from just not having enough free hard drive space on the drives that didn't fail!), but it is still a huge drag.  I may toy with the idea of storing more of this stuff in "the cloud," but I really don't want anything else that is going to do weird automatic backups and further degrade this computer.  The constant Windows upgrades are already as bad as a virus.  And most of these services are pretty costly, but the biggest single stumbling block is that none of them actually guarantee the privacy of your data, with Gdrive being the worst, with Google clearly letting AIs have access to data in the cloud.  I had better go off to the gym, as I have already been delayed enough by this setback.

 

Edit (01/06): I managed to get the hard drive sent out by UPS this afternoon, though for 4x what I was expecting to pay!  (To be fair, this included some bubble wrap and them packing it up for me, but still...)  I only hope this isn't a harbinger of what it will cost me, assuming that Recovery Force actually can recover the data.  There will be the cost of a new blank USB stick or hard drive, depending on how much data can be salvaged, plus shipping, and maybe even a disposal fee after they are done.  I saw on the website that they change an additional $500 if the drive was opened by someone else.  I didn't do that in this case, but the older drive that failed was clearly opened by someone at that other recovery centre.  So it is almost certainly not worth it at this point, but if this goes well, I might end up in a bit of a back and forth discussion on what they would actually charge to attempt to recover data off a second hard drive.  

Edit (01/09): Well, I got the quote, and it is something like 3x what I was expecting to pay.  I guess I will go ahead and see what happens.  They think they can recover most of the data, and there will not be a charge if they cannot recover 75% or more of the data.  Clearly, I need to just buy a couple of blank hard drives and keep them handy to back up important things (like photos and videos off my phone) so this doesn't happen again.

 

Belated Thanks

I meant to get this post out between Canadian and US Thankgivings, and then after US Thanksgiving, and I just never found the time.

It is always worth considering what one is thankful for, particularly in these extremely stressful times.

I am not particularly thankful for the TTC, which has only provided really good service on 2 occasions over the past 20 times I've ridden it, with really dreadful service on a couple of days.  I am definitely not thankful for Ford and certainly not for Trump.  I am thankful that Carney does seem to be governing like a centrist technocrat, though I disagree with his pivot away from climate change initiatives and trying to appease Alberta (which I feel is foolish in the extreme).

I am glad that my health is overall quite good and on the rare occasions I do get sick, I recover very quickly.  I only had actual COVID symptoms for a day or so, and they didn't knock me out.  Indeed, given how well I managed COVID, it's fairly likely that I did have it once or twice before but was asymptomatic.  (Unfortunately, my son seems to have a much more compromised immune system and has caught COVID at least 5 or 6 times, usually needing several days to recover.)  I would like to lose more weight of course, but in general things are decent health-wise, and while I certainly have lost that spring in my step (and walking through museums for hours on end is harder for me now), I still get out and stay very active.

I'm glad we added the kittens to the household.  I think it actually does make me a somewhat more patient person and a marginally calmer one.  I'm also glad that cat litter has improved drastically from the really acidic smell from the 1980s and 1990s, though this clumping cat litter does have a tendency to clog the toilet a bit, and I am not thankful for that!

 
I'm grateful to be employed,* even though I am not in love with my work.  It has always been the case that the best, most rewarding work has been in places that I really didn't want to live, setting up a challenging dynamic.  I do overall enjoy Toronto, particularly its cultural scene, and I take full advantage of that.  However, I am not very happy with the way the generally incompetent and often venal politicians running Ontario make my work harder (or certainly less fulfilling) and they also have had some direct negative impacts on my personal life as well, though I won't go into that at the moment, aside from noting that Toronto really would be better off with charter city powers to insulate it from the terrible policies constantly emanating from Queens Park (with ripping out bike lanes and now forbidding speed cameras being only the latest outrage du jour).

But to put a more positive spin on work, they generally do let me pull together material to submit to conferences (even if I can't put all of this time down as chargeable on my timesheet).  I was not able to go to conferences at Metrolinx after Ford took over and wanted to show there would be no government employees enjoying themselves at public expense...  Anyway, I have managed to go to a few conferences, and I think in a couple of cases, I will actually be able to translate the work into a publication for greater reach.  (This is something I sort of stopped doing after my dreams of becoming an academic died, but I have a list of topics that I think would (still) make good papers, and this seems like a more useful thing to work on in 2026 than many of my other late-night activities, even though I do keep the doomscrolling to a minimum!)  

I also probably don't focus enough on that I am thankful I got out of the US in time.  I had pretty much wanted to leave since 'W' was re-elected, and we did end up in the UK for a time but didn't like it very much (and it has been truly terribly under the Conservatives and now it seems inevitable that the even more dreadful Reform will take over, so that was definitely a good move in leaving that sinking ship...).  I was pretty fortunate in making the move before the immigration policies tightened up (and I simply got too old).  I don't agree with pulling up the ladder after me, though I don't think there is currently a party (I could vote for) that is endorsing unlimited immigration (or only a few limits).  I am grateful in a small way that they did loosen immigration for foreign-trained doctors, so my family doctor will probably get to stay after all.  

Given that immigration is back in the public imagination (as an "issue") maybe this would be a good time to finish up that thing I was writing about my own imagined journey had I actually tried to do an endrun around 1990s immigration policy by marrying a lesbian.  (This was something one of my friends had proposed, though I don't think she was particularly serious about it.)  I have written it up as a play, but I think it would likely work better as a novel.  I'll have another close look at it, but only after I have made more progress on my other creative writing, which is going reasonably well, which indeed is another thing I am thankful for.

I might have to think a bit more if I was going to add any more things for which I am thankful.  It is one of the downsides of my personality that I don't generally see the positive side of things and often can't even point out the positives without also focusing on negatives, which undermines the goal of a post like this.  

* While my work is mostly pattern recognition at heart, there is still enough interpretation that clients don't believe machine learning and/or AI can do it all without some senior people (like me) to interpret the results for them.  This may last another 5 years before the price of this sort of work is driven completely down to the point where I will be out of work.  I guess we shall see.  I am definitely glad that I am towards the end of my career (12-15 years left I suppose) and not a bright young thing, as it is the juniors that will be impacted the most by the AI revolution, not only in not getting very good training but not even being hired to show off their skills in the first place...

Godard/Rohmer

I'm not sure if these two film makers really have that much in common, though I found in the relatively few movies I've seen by them, there was a lot of philosophizing and both were very much aimed at intellectuals, even moreso than other French directors like Demy or Truffaut.  I know for certain that Godard moved even further into this space, mostly working on documentaries of the cinema and away from pure entertainment.  I'm less sure that's the case for Rohmer.  It might be that My Night at Maud's was actually the high-point of his intellectualism.  I am fairly certain, however, that Rohmer ultimately believed entertaining the audience (unlike Godard who frankly had contempt for the audience and his fellow directors by the end).

Anyway, I have an awful lot of these films, and I should just try to track which I have actually watched.

I bought the ultimate Godard box set years and years ago.  So long ago I can't find the invoice, but I recall it was a pretty good deal at that time.

I keep forgetting that it does have A Bout de Souffle (Breathless) (1960) in it.  I actually just requested a copy of Breathless from the library, but this is the Criterion with better special features, so I'll watch that version when it arrives.

The rest of the set is comprised of:
Une Femme Est Une Femme (1961)
Le Petit Soldat (1963)
X Le Mepris (1963)
X Alphaville (1965)
Pierrot Le Fou (1965)
Made In USA (1966)
La Chinoise (1967)
Passion (1982)
Detective (1985)
Helas Pour Moi (Oh Woe is Me) (1993)
Eloge De L’amour (In Praise of Love) (2001)
Notre Musique (2004)

I then picked up separately:
X Vivre Sa Vie (1962)
Une Femme Mariée (1964)
Band à Part (Band of Outsiders) (1964)
2 or 3 Things I Know About Her (1967)
Tout Va Bien (1972)
Slow Motion/Every Man for Himself (Sauve qui peut (la vie)) (1980)

So this is fairly comprehensive coverage of his oeuvre, though I don't have Weekend (1967) (which I watched recently and didn't care much for) nor Masculin Féminin (1966), which I have just requested from the library.  I think I decided not to buy these, as they are pretty easy to grab from the library.  Depending on how I feel after getting through all of these, I might add Prenom: Carmen (1983) and Hail Mary (1985).  How's It Going (Comment ça va) (1976) sounds pretty dire honestly, as does Keep Your Right Up (Soigne ta droite) (1987).  I'm pretty sure my enjoyment of Godard films will drop off radically by his mid 1970s work, but I guess I'll find out.

As far as Rohmer goes, I mostly picked up a number of box sets:

Six Moral Tales (Criterion):
The Bakery Girl of Monceau (1963)
Suzanne's Career (1963)
La Collectionneuse (The Female Collector) (1967)
X My Night at Maud's  (1969)
Claire's Knee (1970)
Love in the Afternoon (1972)

This first set I actually found used in Chicago, but the rest were ordered, mostly through Amazon.co.uk.

The Essential Eric Rohmer (either very early or very late films):
The Sign of Leo (1962)
Rendez-vous in Paris (1995)
Triple Agent (2004)
The Romance of Astrea and Celadon (2007)

Eric Rohmer Collection (Arrow), which contains his Comedies and Proverbs and two "bonus" films:
Love in the Afternoon (1972) (duplicate)
The Marquise of O (1976)
The Aviator's Wife (1981)
A Good Marriage (1982)
Pauline at the Beach (1983) 
Full Moon in Paris (1984) 
The Green Ray (1986) 
My Girlfriend's Boyfriend (1987) 

Eric Rohmer’s Tales of the Four Seasons (Criterion Blu-ray):
A Tale of Springtime (1990)
A Tale of Winter (1992)
A Tale of Summer (1996)
A Tale of Autumn (1998)

Between all these sets, I really have all but maybe 3 or 4 mid-career movies, so I just need to work my way through this.

I have no idea how long it would take to watch the Godard and Rohmer listed above.  Only a couple of months if I was diligent and didn't do anything else, but that isn't likely to happen.  I think the next post like this, I will focus on Fellini (relatively straight-forward, though I don't own that much) and Bergman, which is completely tangled, though I think I do have almost all his work one way or another.  Watching this sounds like a project for 2027, however! 

And despite my best intentions, as I was researching this, I was also researching Claude Chabrol (sometimes called the Hitchcock of French cinema).  I own a decent box set of his films from the late 1960s and early 70s, though I haven't watched any of them!  I then came across a good-looking box set of his later films, only to find out it doesn't have any English subtitles!  Fortunately, I hadn't pulled the trigger.  Of his later films, the ones that were of the most interest to me were L'Enfer (Torment) and La Fleur du Mal.  I found a reasonable stand-alone of L'Enfer (where my plan is to watch it and then donate it to Robarts) and La Fleur du Mal.  I almost bought the second one, but found that TPL actually has a couple of copies, so I reserved one.  (I had done a search previously, but somehow it slipped through and fortunately I hadn't pulled the trigger on it, as I was trying to figure out a way to get free shipping!  So I guess you could say my avarice saved me...)

Edit (01/10): I still would like to get around to Breathless this weekend, but I might pause on Masculin Feminin for a few days at least, because I will be seeing Le Mepris/Contempt over at the Revue tomorrow, and three Godard films in one weekend is really a bit much...

2025 in the Rear-View Mirror

While I certainly kept myself busy and reasonably well entertained, 2025 was a real horror-show in terms of broader trends and political stories, including the surrender of any kind of meaningful Canadian commitment to combating climate change and outright racism, sexism and transphobia taking center stage in the US and the UK.  And one more year of the unthinkable conditions facing residents of Gaza and the Ukraine.  I do find it harder and harder to justify living in a comfortable bubble (though one that continues to shrink!), and when I get in this sort of a mood (fairly often these days) it is really hard to enjoy myself.  What I ought to do is carve out time to volunteer, either at an animal shelter or maybe at Eastview.  Looking over my calendar that seems impossible without giving up a lot of the cultural activities that I engage in, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't continue to work towards doing better.

I didn't donate much of anything during Giving Tuesday, but I did finally get out a bunch of donations right before the cut-off at year's end (with two or three of them matched!).  I ended up donating to United Way of Greater Toronto, the Toronto Star's Santa Claus Fund, YMCA, the TSO, Tafelmusik, Medicins Sans Frontiers (instead of the Red Cross as discussed here), the Heart and Stroke Foundation, Factory Theatre, Coal Mine Theatre, Eastview Community Centre and Shakespeare Bash'd (though that last one doesn't qualify as a charity unfortunately).  These are basically the local institutions that I spend a lot of time with, and it makes sense to put my donations there.  I suppose I have just enough time to get under the wire with a donation to Esprit Orchestra, so let me go off and do that before it is too late.

I don't really do resolutions, but I would like to get more serious about getting my weight under control.  I was doing pretty well, even through the early holidays (maintaining if not losing any weight) but these past two weeks I've given in to temptation, not helped by generally cruddy weather and thinking too much about the state of the world (and how 2026 really doesn't seem to offer anything better).  I've managed to get in a few extra swimming sessions so will try to keep that up.  I did skip going to the gym last weekend, but it looks like the gym is actually open on New Year's Day (for all those other people with resolutions on getting fit!), so I'll head out fairly soon and plan to go again on Sunday, and I guess I'll be caught up then.

I do think I should be able to make some progress on my various creative writing projects, starting with finishing transcribing and doing a few immediate edits on my Stratford piece.  Given that I have gotten some positive feedback for the first section, I want to see how the whole piece works.  I will hear on Jan. 9 or 10 if I am picked in round 2 of the Toronto Fringe.  And after this, I want to pull all the various pieces of my planners' opus together and see how long it is and what is missing.  And get it transcribed!  After that, I can decide if it really is a podcast or a novel or something else entirely.

I should try to restart work on this quilt I abandoned many year ago.  Given that I am definitely not doing any more jigsaw puzzles until the cats are a bit older and less likely to chew up the pieces, I might actually be able to make some headway on it.  But I won't beat myself up if it doesn't happen...

One "resolution" that I may be able to stick to is to work my way through all the DVDs that I own before adding even more to the collection.  Of course, that will be a challenge as I just bought an Oshima set and then the Bergman BFI Vol. 4 set (which includes his late films Cries and Whispers, Scenes from a Marriage, Autumn Sonata and Fanny and Alexander).  Given that I have had the 3rd box set for some time (with the Winter Trilogy and Persona) and never cracked it, that might be the place to start.

It's probably not hopeless, however.  I already stay up far too late, so it will probably not matter much if I watch a movie now and again.  That's how I was able to watch Almodovar's Live/Flesh early on Christmas Day, and then early this week I watched What Have I Done to Deserve This? and Godard's Vivre Sa Vie (both with my son in the late evening, not overnight).  I really am extremely close to wrapping up all of Almodovar, and I think maybe I could rewatch Bergman's Winter Trilogy, then alternate through the many Rohmer and Godard films I own, then maybe alternate through Kurosawa and Ozu and even a bit of Naruse (if it isn't something I have just seen at TIFF).  Indeed, I am scheduled to see Flowing on Jan 2 (and I'll have to somehow quickly make it back from MOCA!) and Lightning on Jan 3.

On New Year's Eve, I ended up going in to work, stopping at the Market Gallery on the way, depositing a check at the bank, having some Indian food for lunch (many but not all of the restaurants in the food court were shutting up early), putting in a bunch of insurance claims I had been sitting on and working a bit more on a poster for TRB Crossroads next month.  So pretty busy, even if not that productive work-wise...  Then I went up to Paradise to see Billy Wilder's The Apartment.

 
I'd never seen the entire thing, only a few snippets here and there, and I enjoyed it very much.*  I think I passed on an opportunity to see it at TIFF, as it just would have been too long a day, following that up with a Almodovar film or two.  Anyway, seeing it New Year's Eve in a great movie theatre with a nearly full crowd was pretty special.  (I might go ahead and become a member at Paradise in 2026 now that they seem to have enough movies to make it worthwhile.)

For dinner, I stopped off at an Ethiopian restaurant nearby and settled up a debt I owed the owner, so that worked out well.  I managed to make it home right around 10, and we watched the countdown, and I crashed fairly soon after that.  Again, just hoping that 2026 will be a better year, though I am not really expecting this, based on recent trends (and the uglier aspects of human nature which are all coming out unapologetically these days).

 

Edit (01/01): Somehow I missed the news that Herbert Gans passed away back in April!  I guess because the NY Times and the Washington Post are both paywalled, and it didn't make the news in a lot of other places.  It is sad, but he had a good run (97!).  I met him one time when I was considering applying to Columbia for urban sociology, but he and I weren't on the same wavelength, as I was more interested in archival-based research and less going out and talking to people, which was his preferred research method.  It's a real telling sign of how the commurb listserv has faded into irrelevance (since roughly 2021) that I didn't find out about it there, as he was quite an active member of that.

 

* I'm not really sure why this works and Dawn Powell's Angels on Toast doesn't.  The dialogue is definitely wittier (and would get wittier in her later New York novels).  Maybe there is just less focus on the wives and their points of view (in The Apartment), which generally made the whole thing feel far more sordid in Angels on Toast, even though objectively the male executives in both were lechers.  If anything, the executives in The Apartment abuse their power much more than those in Angels on Toast (where they typically avoid having affairs with women that work for them, though there is one major exception towards end of Angels on Toast).  It could be that the women entering into these love affairs (in The Apartment) are portrayed as happy-go-lucky types that know these are just passing affairs (with a few exceptions).  I guess basically it is the lightness of touch which Wilder has on display here (and Powell would acquire in some of her subsequent novels).