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| new blog
I've started a new blog, so I don't think I'll be posting in this one anymore, in case anyone actually reads this thing.
Check it out, bring the kids:
http://brainjunk.wordpress.com/ | | |
| obama is addicted to crackberry
Obama can't give up his blackberry.
I feel you. PIN me later, brobama! | | |
| bloor cinema
Photo credit: this guy
Kim, Rick and I went to Bloor Cinema tonight to catch a one-night-only showing of Repo! The Genetic Rock Opera, a kind of gothy, rocky, musical of a movie.
Bloor Cinema is an interesting place. A movie theatre from the golden age of films, so it feels, with its small box office outside of doors that open onto the street (not into a mall), its singular screen, balcony seating and the kind of weird red carpeting I remember seeing in theatres when I was a kid, too young to go to the movies unaccompanied. It reminded me a lot of Capitol Theatre, an old cinema in London I had only the chance to visit once before it was closed down with the intention of conversion into a parking lot.
If only for the novelty, the three of us grabbed some seats up on the balcony. The seats were old and a bit rickety, their frames made from actual wood. I noticed an older man (probably in his 70s) sitting near us, I think he was alone. I imagined he was the type who'd lived in the area for decades, the Bloor Cinema being one of the simple neighborhood pleasures that he'd be indulging in since a time long before anyone knew what a MegaPlex was. The only ads that ran on the screen before the movie were for the cinema itself, just a rotating slide show of the theatre's upcoming schedule. There was no 20 minute string of trailers. In fact, I don't think they ran a single one. They went straight into the movie - during which people applauded, people laughed, people cheered. People clapped at the end of it.
After the movie, on the landing between the stairs to the balcony and the stairs to the main floor, I saw the older man sitting on one of the couches there. His friend approached, another man of about the same age. They were both smiling widely. I might not have expected to see a 70-year-old man so delighted by a such a gothy film, but maybe it's not so hard to see why they were smiling after all. | | |
| winter
For some reason, winter just makes me want to hide in my apartment amongst piles of inspirational clutter and read books or watch documentaries or write poetry or some shit. I guess winter is the time for the brain to shine while the body hibernates.
I have a couple of ideas I should be working on. It's go time. Mandelbaum! Mandelbaum! Mandelbaum! | | |
| i barely noticed
On my way to work this morning, as I rounded the corner transferring from stairway to escalator, I noticed a couple of older guys talking in the tunnel that leads down towards the subway station. One of the guys was Middle-Eastern or something, and the other guy was a grey-haired European, with his eyes closed and carrying one of those sticks that people who are visually impaired use to feel out the ground in front of them.
"Thank you," said the brown man, "you've made my day."
They were shaking hands, but in the way people do when they're extra appreciative, using both hands to clasp around the other's.
"You write that book!" replied the blind man.
By this time, I was half way down the escalator, noticing that a subway train was about to pull out of the station. I scuttled onto the train just as the doors slid closed, and it whisked me away to work.
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