Sunday, June 4, 2017

A Star is Born

Not quite as exciting as cosmology or even celebritology, but I managed to get a stuffed animal (or rather a stuffed star) done in a few hours this morning.  I mostly wanted to see if the sewing machine was still running prior to taking off to the repair shop.  While the pattern ended up being a bit wasteful, and perhaps I should have made it a fish or a small whale, I had kind of set my mind on a star for my co-worker's daughter.  I'm not really sure if I would say it is a star or a starfish (obviously starfish don't have faces, as my daughter pointed out...).

Here are some of the steps along the way.  (I had planned on using embroidery thread but found it was completely unsuitable for the needles I had and this material, so I just doubled up on standard thread.)



The moment of truth

Ta-da!

Just add stuffing.

I think it came out pretty well all things considered.

Anyway, I ran over to the sewing machine store, and the man there said that since the tension was fine, there was no point in my spending the money to open the machine up, especially since over-oiling the machine won't do any good.  He suggested I just keep using it until it seizes up again.  So that was kind of anti-climatic and maybe a waste of time, but I can say he's honest (and I can carry on with these various projects).  I bought some additional needles for the machine, since I didn't have any spare ones, and I guess I will at least change needles before I start in on these quilts (or rather quilt tops).

Since I still had the ZipCar, I came back to the Home Depot at Gerrard Square and picked up some cinder blocks.  The goal is to block off this area under the deck where the raccoons had torn off part of this lattice work.  It won't stop them from reaching the garbage from the other direction, but this plus the chicken wire around the lower part of the deck plus not leaving food scraps out is meant to move them along to someone else's back yard.  I think they are still lurking around and we certainly still have squirrels, but I don't think they are camping out under the deck they way they used to.  Fingers crossed anyway.

The elephant in my sleeve

One of the more interesting aspects of the sewing is that you do start thinking more about recycling material.  Anyway, I have settled on the pattern for my daughter, though I probably won't start cutting the pieces out until I get the sewing machine back (I am dropping it off at the repair centre this afternoon).  I am hoping there is enough material left for a second quilt for my son, but it is not clear right now if that is the case.

I had bought more material (right around the time Fabricland moved away from Honest Eds) that could be used for a quilt for me (probably backed with my old t-shirts tacked to a sheet, though that may end up being just too involved).  While the kids' quilts would be flannel, this one will be cotton.

As I was going through my shirts, including some that I haven't worn in a really long time, I realized that there were a couple that were 100% cotton with somewhat interesting patterns and that also could no longer be worn, since the button holes had been shredded.  So I put them into the pile to be cut up for scrap (mostly the back panel).  I thought I might see if possibly the materials from the sleeve or the shirt front might have enough excess to make one of these stuffed animals.

I then cut off the sleeves.  If you have ever wondered what a dress shirt sleeve looks like with all the seams and buttons cut off, it looks like this.


I decided this might actually give me enough material for an elephant (well, the side view of an elephant) with some clever cutting (and maybe I can use the cuff to make ears).  I think this is a bit too involved for tonight, however.  I'll check back in with further progress, either on this or the other projects down the road.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Following through

I've probably mentioned this before but I have far too many ideas and not enough time to follow through.  (While he ended up writing quite a number of books, Nelson Algren was notorious for not following through on his ideas.)  I've found that posting some of my ideas (for mini-academic papers for instance) has helped me get over the urge to actually write those papers,* and perhaps help focus a bit more on the remaining things.

I am pleased that I finished the curtains in the study and then the ones for my daughter's room.  I currently am starting to think ahead to working on a quilt that I promised her.  I have about six months left to finish it up.  We agreed on a pattern -- the plus pattern.  Unfortunately, it looks deceptively simple, but will involve far more sewing of individual pieces than some of the more elaborate patterns like Trip Around the World or Streak of Sunlight.  I let her decide how the fabrics would map onto this pattern.


I have gotten in touch with a sewing machine repair shop, and they said that they can service the machine.  I may try a small job tonight (like sewing a small stuffed animal for a co-worker's daughter), but before I launch into a big job like quilting, I need it repaired.  I may even drop it off tomorrow afternoon, though I might have to rent a car (it is just off of the 503 streetcar route, but that seems a bit of a hassle to get to from here).

I also have taken care of a few biking issues before they went critical.  I bought a bike pump and have made an appointment to have my bottom bracket replaced.  I also took my son's bike in for servicing.  We had to have the seat raised by about six inches!  Anyway, he is a bit wobbly on it, but I think this summer he will get back in the swing of things.

It's a smaller thing, but I had the kids help me get the deck back in order.  We cleaned up the cushions and put them on the chairs and swept up the deck.  I don't think I can use it much over the next week (lots of rain in the forecast) but I will start going outside more now that it has finally warmed up.  I will have to restain the bottom portion of the deck, which is certainly a drag, but it won't be anywhere near as bad as last year.  I'm still deciding whether to get a small grill and/or a hammock, but given how much squirrels have taken over the deck, I would have to put it away between uses, which is a bit of a drag.  I'll decide about that later.

Of course, the biggest item on the agenda is putting money down to reserve Kensington Hall for my evening of shorts.  There is nothing like putting money down to force me to follow through!  I'll have more to say on this later on, but right now I am still recruiting the rest of the cast.  But it is exciting in any case, even though many months away.  I hope that this will be a turning point in my following through and getting more of my work to stage.




* If I really was in the position to write academic articles (or rather there was a point in me doing so), I would want to team up with a solid "closer."  My strengths are coming up with ideas and then doing the bulk of the work, even the grunt work, but I am very bad at closing out projects and writing them up.

Friday, June 2, 2017

10th Canadian Challenge - 31th Review - The Many Colored Coat

Morley Callaghan's The Many Colored Coat is one of those novels that does not go down smoothly.  It portrays a situation where pretty much everyone gets their feathers ruffled and takes everything the wrong way.  Pretty much everyone ends up at odds with one another in the aftermath of an oil company's shares losing almost all of their value, ultimately leading to financial ruin and worse.  I can understand what Callaghan is up to, but it still feels very claustrophobic reading it, particularly when two men -- Harry Lane (a PR man) and Mike Kon (a boxer turned tailor) -- butt heads, both feeling that they are in the right.  While Lane is basically the wronged party from an "objective" standpoint, he just has too much pride (even a priest warns him not to care too much about what the public thinks of him!) and keeps escalating the situation.

Before too long, the tension between the two men (both feeling that they have been wronged) causes them problems at work and with their closest companions.  I can understand misplaced pride (many years ago I resigned as editor from a literary magazine when my honor was impugned), but these two take it to extremes, and it seems to affect almost everyone in the English enclave in Montreal, where the novel is set.  While I have some doubts about the likelihood of the denouement unfolding that way, it is fairly clever.  I can't really say more than that without spoiling the book, so this will be one of my shorter reviews.  It is a thought-provoking book, that makes one think seriously about one's public face and how guilt and innocence may not in fact be absolutes but relative to one's position (after all, very few people willingly tell themselves that they were acting badly).  This seems to me to be a novel that I would return to after more water passes under the bridge.  

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Fringe 2017 and slightly further afield

The Toronto Fringe 2017 schedule has just gone up.  I know or have a passing acquaintance with folks in a few shows, like Snap! and Welcome to the Bunker!  I haven't entirely decided about those.  The only shows that are must-sees for me are Love and Information and Adult Entertainment.  There actually do not appear to be all that many productions of established playwrights (with these two main exceptions*).  Most of the shows are wacky one- or two-person shows or sketch comedy.  There's nothing wrong with that, but I do tend to seek out slightly meatier fare.  Of all the sketch comedy, the one that seems the most interesting is About Time, but I may catch a few others.  Anyway, Fringe season is always fun, and I'll probably end up seeing a few more things.

One thing that is clear, however, is that a large number of actors and directors and stage managers are all tied up throughout a big chunk of the summer.  So even if I had wanted to put on a show in Sept. or early Oct., it might be hard to line up any talent to rehearse, since they would all be doing Fringe.

Or alternatively, they might be cast in Hogtown, which is coming back to the Campbell House Museum with a cast of about 30.  I skipped it last year, but I might go this summer.

As I have been hinting, I have decided to go ahead with Second Chance Shorts (it is sort of tempting to call it Second-Hand Shorts, though that would give completely the wrong impression...).  On the one hand, I am resurrecting some shorts that only had one chance at life at Sing-for-Your-Supper. In addition, most of the playlets involve someone attempting to get a second or even third chance (to salvage a relationship or a business deal).  I think it is a slightly more dignified title than Super Fun! Super Sexy! Shorts, which was my working title until a few days ago (I was going to go for a J-Pop aesthetic in the ads).  This will run Nov. 2-5, so there should be plenty of time to get in enough rehearsals and do everything that needs to be done (including finding a director and a light/sound technician).  I have reached out to 5 actors -- one is a definite yes, one is a strong probability to sign on, and I am waiting on the others.  It seems enough to get that critical mass and move ahead.  I'll definitely be posting more as the time draws near and there will probably be a contest for free tickets as well in late Oct., so watch this space!


* Actually, there are a few adaptations.  I'm puzzled how they could squeeze Feydeau's A Flea in Her Ear down to 90 minutes, but not enough to see it (since I saw George Brown do a full length version).  Then there is a burlesque version of Aristophanes' Lysistrata.  While that sounds sort of interesting, I'd have to be convinced that they have kept most of the plot rather than just use it as an excuse to do pole dancing or something.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

New Seasons (2017-18)

It's still a bit too early for most companies to announce their upcoming seasons, though I suppose the bigger ones have started to roll out the announcements.  Tarragon announced a while ago, and I have to admit I really wasn't crazy about the line-up.  There isn't much I want to see.  Canadian Stage has one must-see (The Humans) and a few others that might be of interest, but I think I would probably be better off not going the subscription route. I also see the Hart House season came out. It doesn't interest me that much unfortunately, though perhaps I'll go to Hedwig and the Angry Inch.  There's a small chance I would take my son to The Crucible to get him ready for high school English, but I'm not too interested in the play on its own merits.  It is such a clunky, over-wrought thing.

I did just see that Shakespeare Bash'd has a new season announced.  It seems a bit unusual for them in that they are doing a tragedy (Richard III) and a problem comedy (Measure for Measure).  I'm used to them doing comedies.  In the past, they kept their shows to 90 minutes, but lately they have gone for longer shows.  I'm not sure I will go see the shows, particularly Measure for Measure, since I saw that recently.  Also, I don't care that much for Volpone (I much prefer The Alchemist).  There's a small chance I'll go see the staged reading of Gorboduc by Thomas Norton and Thomas Sackville on July 30, since that is a genuine curiosity (indeed I've never even heard of it before).  Anyway, I'll try to keep an open mind.

I'm just back from Office Hours at East Side Players, which was entertaining though a tad predictable (and the acting was all over the map, generally good but a couple of very weak performances).  At any rate, they had a flyer about their next season, and I have to say it looks very grim with the closest thing to a comedy being Reza's God of Carnage (which I have vowed never to watch).  So I guess I'll be passing on seeing East Side Players for at least another year.

Coal Mine has yet to announce their season, though it looks like they will be doing Annie Baker's The Aliens in the fall, so I expect to go see that.  Not sure yet what else they are up to.

The big news is that Soulpepper just announced the next batch of shows (they sort of do a rolling season).  More details here.  This summer looks very promising with two shows from Video Cabaret and then Eric Peterson in Billy Bishop Goes to War.  However, I have tickets to those shows already.  In terms of the shows beyond this, they are doing Waiting for Godot.  I might go, though I've seen two really good productions already (including at Stratford with Brian Dennehy).  I'm not at all interested in Albee's The Goat, but they are also doing Albee's A Fine Balance, and I do want to see that.  I'm not sure about Alan Ayckbourn's A Chorus of Disapproval.*  I don't know much about it, though it looks amusing.  I know even less about Idomeneus by Roland Schimmelpfennig, though the Guardian thought it was a clever take on Greek drama.  If I don't go to Godot (or only do rush tickets), that is only 3 shows, so I'd have to add a fourth show to get subscriber benefits (the most important being the ability to exchange tickets!).  I might go to August Wilson's Ma Rainey's Black Bottom.  I've generally not seen that many plays by Wilson (hoping vainly to see them in the right order), but maybe I should start going and see how far I get.  Anyway, I'll probably mostly fill out my 2018 calendar with storefront theatre offerings, but I'm glad that Soulpepper is doing at least some meaty plays this season (and not just doing Christmas shows and musical reviews, even though I suspect those do better business).

* It's a little unclear but this seems to have replaced Ayckbourn's House and Garden, which may be plugged in later in 2018.  It's hard to tell from the Samuel French page.

10th Canadian Challenge - 30th Review - Watch That Ends the Night

It was an interesting experience rereading Hugh MacLennan's The Watch That Ends the Night.  I did read it quite long ago, and occasionally reading some passage would trigger a faint memory, but I really didn't remember the overall plot.  I suspect I simply was reading too much in my mid-twenties and books just didn't stick with me that much.  (I recently found evidence that I previously read DeLillo's The Names, but I have no recollection of reading that at all!)  In some cases, this is not such a bad thing, since many novels are just read as a form of escapism, but The Watch That Ends the Night is a very solid novel, and I am a bit sorry that I didn't recall more about it.  I guess I can set the record straight now.  It did seem particularly appropriate that I read a significant portion of the novel on the train from Montreal to Toronto, as the novel is mostly set in Montreal (with a short side trip to Ottawa by train).  However, perhaps I should have started the novel a few months back, as it starts in the winter and moves to the spring (with perhaps a bit of an Indian summer at the end).

I have no idea how many contemporary readers come to The Watch That Ends the Night due to the fact that the Tragically Hip song "Courage (for Hugh MacLennan)" from Fully Completely is a paean to the novel and actually includes an extended quote from the novel.  However, since the song title only is a tip of the hat to MacLennan, and CD booklet doesn't say which book inspired Gord, casual fans probably will not make the connection.  In my case, I probably did pick up the CD and the book at about the same time, though I wasn't aware of the connection (and I surely listened to the CD long before I read the novel).  In any case, this post does a good job explaining the story behind the song and contains a good overview of the novel as well.  For me, the song has even more resonance now that Gord Downie is suffering from terminal brain cancer.

The main plot of the novel is fairly simple involving three people in a love triangle, though one that is less sordid than usual.  I'll get to that in a moment.  However, this all plays out against the backdrop of the Depression and WWII and its aftermath.  MacLennan is interested in setting up contrasts between the mass movements and sweeping political changes that more or less ground down the individual (personal choices about how to live one's life became unsustainable during the Depression and then the war mobilization, often with the State overruling personal autonomy) and then insisting that the personal still matters, particularly when one is facing one's own mortality or that of loved ones.  MacLennan comes back around to elevating the fact that the individual still matters.  And indeed, the novel can definitely be read as a kind of instruction manual for coming back to religious faith for the masses that had shed their religion.  While it certainly isn't as complex or as dogmatic, the ending does seem at least a bit reminiscent of The Brothers Karamazov.*

The set-up is that George is married to his childhood sweetheart, when he learns that his wife's first husband, Jerome, has seemingly returned from the dead (he had gone to fight the fascists in Spain and never came back).  Unlike some novels, this is revealed within a few pages (and is on the cover of the paperback!).  His wife, Catherine, has a very weak heart, having already survived 2 embolisms, and there is a big question whether seeing Jerome will trigger another health crisis.  It is a foregone conclusion that she will see him again, of course.  While I shouldn't give too much away, the last part of the novel is basically a meditation on mortality and how one should attempt to live while under a death watch as it were.  While all humans are fated to die, relatively few find sufficient grace to continue living well when their expiry date is so much shorter than the average person's (again, one of the reasons I thought of Gord Downie and his recent struggles).

The novel delves into a number of flashbacks and we find out more about George and Catherine's childhood and why they didn't marry in the first place.  Then we learn Jerome's back story, which is fairly harrowing.  There are also several sections that go over the events that led to Jerome heading off to Spain (and some of these events are a bit more on the sordid side).  There are quite a few secondary characters introduced (a few of them on the eccentric side), and this part of the book reminds me just a bit of Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time.  The novel then returns to the present and the necessity of dealing with Catherine's fragile health.  While the set-up is different and the tone vastly different, I think there is a strong connection to another classic novel, Ford Maddox Ford's The Good Soldier, which also deals with a woman's "tricky heart."  I think both novels are very good, though perhaps pairing them (in a class or in a paper) might be a mistake.  At any rate, I expect to reread The Good Soldier by summer's end or early fall.

MacLennan is mostly considering how a generation of people who had been left empty when their political ideals proved to be inadequate or even dangerous (he is mostly talking about Socialists or Communists) should cope with a cold, demanding world.  His answer seems to be to encourage a return to religious faith, though perhaps to a personal god and/or an individual faith rather than to organized religion.  I'm not interested in promoting that.  At the end of the day, people do have to find something to keep them going.  My issue with religion is that once people have found their way, they seem to insist on trying to impose their truth, values and behaviours onto others.  That is the fatal flaw with belief systems that claim universal truth.

MacLennan mixes the personal story with the political background more than one would generally see in a contemporary book, specifically because he saw how the personal was subsumed into mass political movements for most of the late 1930s and throughout the 1940s.  It's possible that the political is making a return in the 2010s (much to the surprise of folks like Fukuyama, who felt in the late 1980s that we had reached an end-state with liberal capitalism dominating the Western world).  In a broader sense, it is more than a little discouraging that we seem to be coming back to a period in time where political systems are gearing up for a major conflict, but the level of political thought is so low and incoherent nowadays.  Trumpism, for lack of a better word, is basically just an aggressive, uninformed, anti-elistist (ha!) pose that lashes out at the establishment (and basically all democratic norms) but doesn't offer an actual solution (other than a fantasy that we can retreat to the 1950s when everything was so much better).  For all the faults and shortcomings, political thinkers of the 1930s of all stripes were at least making coherent attempts to move society onto a different footing.  This review points out some of the shortcomings of turning away from politics (both in fiction and in real life), but points out that MacLennan found his own answer in how to more forward rather than stay steeped in despair.

I've mentioned a few other heavy hitters in this review (Ford and Dostoevsky), and The Watch That Ends the Night is a serious novel that stands up pretty well in their company.  To my mind, it is MacLennan's masterpiece (though I still have to read The Return of the Sphinx).  I can't guarantee you will find as much of value in the novel, but I thought it was an interesting read (or rather reread) and is one of the best novels I tackled this year.


* Dostoevsky comes up with this clever quote -- related second-hand by Father Zosima, who is repeating what a doctor told him once: "But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity."  For much of my life I basically embodied this quote, perhaps the motto of the technocrat, though lately I have drifted into a more anti-humanistic position where I think of humanity as a virus that will ultimately choke off most other life on the planet.