How was your weekend? Mine was quite nice - I spent the day catching up with wL. We took in a musical together yesterday at the Canon Theatre: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I was drawn to it because of Chilina Kennedy, the female lead, who I'd last seen in the Stratford Festival's production of West Side Story which played to rave reviews - and she really was a stand-out because I don't normally remember details like actors in the shows.
Quick review: the show was funny - literally laugh-out-loud funny - and the performances were all very good, although I was a little disappointed that Kennedy's role was so small - but that's a function of the story. Check it out quick if you're so inclined as its current run ends a week today on January 16th.
We went to Campagnolo for dinner afterwards and had a great meal. The cocktail list was creative and the menu was short (which is how I prefer it), and printed daily in order to take advantage of fresh ingredients and stem boredom in the kitchen. We had 2 appetizers: fresh burrata cheese on a crostini with roasted grapes which creamy goodness and braised rabbit with rapini and pine nuts which was also rather tasty. I can't remember when I last had rabbit or what it tasted like, but this was perfectly braised and tender. For our mains, we had fresh whole grilled sea bream and the chef's specialty: ragoƻt of wild boar, spare rib and tripe on polenta. The sea bream was perfectly grilled and while some people are put off by fish that looks like fish with head and tail on, it doesn't faze me at all because that's how Chinese serve their fish. On the chef's signature which is his nonna's recipe - I found it too salty for my taste, otherwise, the boar, spare rib and tripe were tender (although there was only 1 piece of the latter to be found in our dish.) (Apologies for being a bad blogger and not taking photos of the mains...I was distracted by the conversation.)
My Sunday was pretty low-key. I slept in (again) until 11am (YES!) and puttered around before heading out to pick up groceries in Chinatown. I vegged about for a bit and proceeded to prep my meals for the week: my Monday through Thursday lunch of grilled chicken, fresh broccoli and bell peppers, and a roasted sweet potato, corn and black bean succotash to serve as a good carb to snack on through the week and to accompany a few dinners, including the salmon steak I had tonight. Slowly getting back to a routine...
Showing posts with label Theatre. Show all posts
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Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Parade
I went to my first Meetup in Toronto tonight and saw Parade, a musical based on the true crime story set in 1913 Atlanta of Leo Frank, a Jewish supervisor from "up North" Brooklyn who's accused of murdering Mary Phagan, a 13 year old white factory employee. The trial was sensationalized by the media, resulting in Frank's conviction in the eyes of the public. Despite conflicting statements from eyewitnesses, including the black janitor who was coaxed to confess that he had helped hide Mary's body, and the lack of physical evidence connecting Frank to the murder, the all-white jurors convicted Frank and sentenced him to death.
Appeals by Frank's lawyers were denied all the way to the US Supreme Court, but he was finally granted a reprieve by the outgoing Governor of Georgia who, after a detailed review of the evidence and testimony, decided that Frank had not been granted a fair trial. His death sentence was commuted to life in prison, where Frank was kidnapped by a lynching party who took him to Mary's hometown of Marietta, Georgia and hanged him from an oak tree.
Now, I don't know about you, but when I see the word musical, I think upbeat stories with happy endings which this clearly is not - this intrigued me enough to go see it. And I'm glad I did because it was quite good although I was a little bothered by the music - the lyrics and melody were fine but the accompanying music didn't fit at times.
On the company - the cast was generally solid with some standouts although one for the wrong reason - Micheal Therriault, the actor who played Leo Frank was very familiar to me and I realized afterwards it was because I recognized him from his role as Leopold Bloom in The Producers - I really enjoyed his number called Come Up to My Office during one of the trial scenes. Daren A. Herbert who played the dual roles of the night watchman and janitor had a great tenor and I loved his rough bravado in character as the sometime convict-janitor. Jay Turvey was another favourite as the Governor and reporter. Amongst the actresses, I liked Alana Hibbert who played the maid and Jessica Greenberg who was the tragic Mary rather adorably. On the flip side, Tracy Michailidis who played Frank's wife didn't seem to have a strong enough voice to project throughout the small theatre. I was a bit distracted by how it seemed like she had to strain to make herself heard and finally there was Jeff Irving who, though he had a fine voice, over-acted to the point of annoyance.
In the final analysis, it was a fun way to spend a Friday night: I saw some interesting theatre, met some new people and am looking forward to attending the next meetup - of which there are already 31 to choose from, over a third of them in the next 2 months! Fun times ahead!
If you're interested in checking Parade out for yourself, it's on at the Berkeley Street Theatre until January 22.
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| Leo Frank |
Now, I don't know about you, but when I see the word musical, I think upbeat stories with happy endings which this clearly is not - this intrigued me enough to go see it. And I'm glad I did because it was quite good although I was a little bothered by the music - the lyrics and melody were fine but the accompanying music didn't fit at times.
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| Mary Phagan |
In the final analysis, it was a fun way to spend a Friday night: I saw some interesting theatre, met some new people and am looking forward to attending the next meetup - of which there are already 31 to choose from, over a third of them in the next 2 months! Fun times ahead!
If you're interested in checking Parade out for yourself, it's on at the Berkeley Street Theatre until January 22.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
West Side Story

I trekked out to the Stratford Festival for the first time in maybe 5 years to see their production of West Side Story. I've never seen the movie in its entirety and have seen bits and pieces here and there, most recently the number that was performed on the Tonys. I was surprised by how many of the songs I actually knew without knowing that they were from WSS.
As to the performance - it was amazing! I can see now why Richard Ouzounian, the Star's theatre critic gave it such a rave review, calling it the one show you had to watch in the Ontario theatre circuit this year.
Chilina Kennedy, the actress who plays Maria was absolutely stunning - she was innocence and love, passion and heart-wrenching despair - the girl can cry on stage like I've never seen anyone cry before!
I had to remind myself of the play's context at different moments because I found some of the scenes and racist slurs offensive - otherwise, it was fantastic. Go see it. I can't imagine that anyone in what seemed like a full-house audience left disappointed.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Lady in the Red Dress
I caught David Yee's Lady in the Red Dress today and it was really good. The play, produced by Fu-Gen, a local theatre company dedicated to developing Asian Canadian playwrights, centres around the issue of redress for the Chinese Head Tax by the Chinese Canadian community.
Thousands of Chinese came to Canada between 1881 to 1885 as labour to build the Canadian Pacific Railway, but as soon as the railway was completed, the Canadian government moved to restrict Chinese immigration by imposing a $50 head tax on every Chinese that came to Canada. By 1903, the head tax was $500, which was worth about 2 years wages at the time, and to add insult to injury, Chinese were denied citizenship. Despite this, Chinese immigrants continued to arrive and in 1923, the federal government passed the Chinese Immigration Act excluding all but a few Chinese immigrants from entering Canada. Until the act was repealed in 1947, less than 50 Chinese were allowed to come to Canada. And for those that were here, they were faced with endless discrimination. I wrote a paper about this for my Canadian history class in university and remember images in the reference books of signs posted in storefronts that said "No Dogs or Chinese Allowed."
I must admit that parts of the play were difficult to watch because I found the racist depictions of some of the characters offensive...but there were also parts which were hysterically funny...like Ins Choi as Happy Chan, the one-man radio show and his brother Biff, who was equally skilled with the direction of his own one-man TV show.
David Yee was present for the performance and I would have loved to tell him how much I enjoyed it as I saw him outside the theatre, possibly having a smoke, but I've never had it in me to approach someone I've admired for their work like that. Oh well.
Thousands of Chinese came to Canada between 1881 to 1885 as labour to build the Canadian Pacific Railway, but as soon as the railway was completed, the Canadian government moved to restrict Chinese immigration by imposing a $50 head tax on every Chinese that came to Canada. By 1903, the head tax was $500, which was worth about 2 years wages at the time, and to add insult to injury, Chinese were denied citizenship. Despite this, Chinese immigrants continued to arrive and in 1923, the federal government passed the Chinese Immigration Act excluding all but a few Chinese immigrants from entering Canada. Until the act was repealed in 1947, less than 50 Chinese were allowed to come to Canada. And for those that were here, they were faced with endless discrimination. I wrote a paper about this for my Canadian history class in university and remember images in the reference books of signs posted in storefronts that said "No Dogs or Chinese Allowed."
I must admit that parts of the play were difficult to watch because I found the racist depictions of some of the characters offensive...but there were also parts which were hysterically funny...like Ins Choi as Happy Chan, the one-man radio show and his brother Biff, who was equally skilled with the direction of his own one-man TV show.
David Yee was present for the performance and I would have loved to tell him how much I enjoyed it as I saw him outside the theatre, possibly having a smoke, but I've never had it in me to approach someone I've admired for their work like that. Oh well.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Play on!
It's been pretty busy at work lately with endless meetings and prep work in between. In fact, I've been so busy that I haven't had much time to keep up with the various blogs and other sites that I like to visit in my downtime. ;)
On one of my brief mental breaks this afternoon, I stopped by blogTO for a quick browse and happened upon this review of the Fringe Festival, which mentions the SummerWorks Theatre Festival that runs August 2 - 12. I don't think I've ever heard of this festival...but I'm intrigued. Given how much I enjoyed my solo Fringe experience, I might just go it alone again depending on the program...I should be able to pick up a program guide tomorrow before dinner so we shall see...
On one of my brief mental breaks this afternoon, I stopped by blogTO for a quick browse and happened upon this review of the Fringe Festival, which mentions the SummerWorks Theatre Festival that runs August 2 - 12. I don't think I've ever heard of this festival...but I'm intrigued. Given how much I enjoyed my solo Fringe experience, I might just go it alone again depending on the program...I should be able to pick up a program guide tomorrow before dinner so we shall see...
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Fringe Theme of the Day: Modern Love
I cut out of mandarin class a bit early today so I could have a quick lunch at home before heading down by subway for fringe play #4, Bride of Sasquatch, a romantic comedy. From the program:
Cheryl is a compulsively single cryptozoologist/office temp with a Sasquatch fascination who is beginning to realize that Bigfoot may never come and sweep her off her feet. Daryl is a corporate climber who is looking for that special co-dependant tax write-off to one day divest his RRSPs with. As our two heroes pass through courtship and falling in love, and then turn to face the looming possibility of marriage, old truths begin to surface. Will the future Bride and Groom be able to navigate the pitfalls of a modern relationship, or will more primitive desires prevail? Bride of Sasquatch is a comedy that explores what it is we must give up, and what we must hold on to when we fight to survive in that dark, dangerous and foreboding wilderness called modern love.
Play #5 was supposed to have been An Inconvenient Musical, but I arrived to find that the tickets had sold out while I was waiting in the in between time at the Second Cup for the rain to stop so off to the ROM I went to while away the time before picking up tickets for Something Unexpected, "a Harlequin romance set in small town Ontario" according to the program.
I really enjoyed this afternoon's productions since they were not only well-written and well-acted, but they were also very relevant to me:
The Sasquatch in the former is obviously symbolic of the universal search for the perfect mate, but for me, I'd switch "mate" for "job" since dating and men are very much on the backburner while I figure out what I want career-wise.
There's a scene near the end, when Cheryl freaks out because she's not sure that she's ready to give up on her dream of finding the Sasquatch to sweep her off her feet so she tries to push Daryl away by picking a crazy fight but he's crazy in love with her, so they presumably live happily ever after. Yes, it's unfair to test the other's love like this, but I defy anyone who says that they've never done it because they'd be lying - this brings to mind the lyrics in Push by Sarah McLachlan, and these ones in particular:
In Something Unexpected, we find two very different sisters: Meredith who's married, white-collar-successful and perhaps a little smug about it; and Lily who's single on her 38th birthday, blue-collar-living-in-a-trailer and doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. As the play unfolds, Lily tells Meredith about how she met the guy she is dating at Walmart and when she's pressed to arrange a meeting with Harrison, the new man, it's revealed that the entire relationship was a figment of her imagination made up only to avoid her sister's constant pity and disappointment at her single status.
This made me think afterwards of my relationship with my mother, and to a much lesser extent, my interactions with my friends. They are all concerned about my single status - to varying degrees of course - my mother is worried that I'll never get married and she'll always have to worry about me. But she can't be more worried than I am about my singlehood.
I put up a pretty good front about being independent and fine on my own, but I am worried that I will never meet someone (again) who I'd be happy to spend my life with. And while I've never been the insecure type that seeks validation of my self-worth in a relationship* - I actually feel sorry for these people - I wonder if my expectations are too high.
So I decided this spring to take a page out of The Year of Yes and another from Around the World in 80 Dates and date guys that I would otherwise have said no to on the off chance that I'd been prematurely writing guys off because they didn't fit a particular ideal. But after going on a series of dates with a number of guys that turned out to be completely uninteresting to me, I've decided to remove myself from the dating pool for the time-being because it's rather demoralizing to meet guy after guy and be confronted with the fact that perhaps lowering my expectations wasn't the answer.
(Now that I think about it, there's really no point to this meandering, inconclusive examination of the dryspell that is my love life at the moment. I just needed to organize my thoughts...and clearly it's a work in progress...)
To sum up, this Fringe experience has been great. It was a tentative experiment on my part to see how I'd feel about doing something on my own. And I've come to the preliminary conclusion that it's very liberating since I didn't have to consult with anyone but myself or compromise on what plays I wanted to see, and I was able to wander about at my own pace in between shows, like at the ROM and through U of T. I'm so glad - and truth be told, a little proud - that I did this because I would have missed out on a lot of fun otherwise.
* Not to say that this is true of all people in relationships, but you know that these people exist - serial monogamists who are too afraid to be on their own and are in relationships for the sake of being in relationships. I have never been this type of person.
Cheryl is a compulsively single cryptozoologist/office temp with a Sasquatch fascination who is beginning to realize that Bigfoot may never come and sweep her off her feet. Daryl is a corporate climber who is looking for that special co-dependant tax write-off to one day divest his RRSPs with. As our two heroes pass through courtship and falling in love, and then turn to face the looming possibility of marriage, old truths begin to surface. Will the future Bride and Groom be able to navigate the pitfalls of a modern relationship, or will more primitive desires prevail? Bride of Sasquatch is a comedy that explores what it is we must give up, and what we must hold on to when we fight to survive in that dark, dangerous and foreboding wilderness called modern love.
Play #5 was supposed to have been An Inconvenient Musical, but I arrived to find that the tickets had sold out while I was waiting in the in between time at the Second Cup for the rain to stop so off to the ROM I went to while away the time before picking up tickets for Something Unexpected, "a Harlequin romance set in small town Ontario" according to the program.
I really enjoyed this afternoon's productions since they were not only well-written and well-acted, but they were also very relevant to me:
The Sasquatch in the former is obviously symbolic of the universal search for the perfect mate, but for me, I'd switch "mate" for "job" since dating and men are very much on the backburner while I figure out what I want career-wise.
There's a scene near the end, when Cheryl freaks out because she's not sure that she's ready to give up on her dream of finding the Sasquatch to sweep her off her feet so she tries to push Daryl away by picking a crazy fight but he's crazy in love with her, so they presumably live happily ever after. Yes, it's unfair to test the other's love like this, but I defy anyone who says that they've never done it because they'd be lying - this brings to mind the lyrics in Push by Sarah McLachlan, and these ones in particular:
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do 'cause you're too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go
You won't stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
In Something Unexpected, we find two very different sisters: Meredith who's married, white-collar-successful and perhaps a little smug about it; and Lily who's single on her 38th birthday, blue-collar-living-in-a-trailer and doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. As the play unfolds, Lily tells Meredith about how she met the guy she is dating at Walmart and when she's pressed to arrange a meeting with Harrison, the new man, it's revealed that the entire relationship was a figment of her imagination made up only to avoid her sister's constant pity and disappointment at her single status.
This made me think afterwards of my relationship with my mother, and to a much lesser extent, my interactions with my friends. They are all concerned about my single status - to varying degrees of course - my mother is worried that I'll never get married and she'll always have to worry about me. But she can't be more worried than I am about my singlehood.
I put up a pretty good front about being independent and fine on my own, but I am worried that I will never meet someone (again) who I'd be happy to spend my life with. And while I've never been the insecure type that seeks validation of my self-worth in a relationship* - I actually feel sorry for these people - I wonder if my expectations are too high.
So I decided this spring to take a page out of The Year of Yes and another from Around the World in 80 Dates and date guys that I would otherwise have said no to on the off chance that I'd been prematurely writing guys off because they didn't fit a particular ideal. But after going on a series of dates with a number of guys that turned out to be completely uninteresting to me, I've decided to remove myself from the dating pool for the time-being because it's rather demoralizing to meet guy after guy and be confronted with the fact that perhaps lowering my expectations wasn't the answer.
(Now that I think about it, there's really no point to this meandering, inconclusive examination of the dryspell that is my love life at the moment. I just needed to organize my thoughts...and clearly it's a work in progress...)
To sum up, this Fringe experience has been great. It was a tentative experiment on my part to see how I'd feel about doing something on my own. And I've come to the preliminary conclusion that it's very liberating since I didn't have to consult with anyone but myself or compromise on what plays I wanted to see, and I was able to wander about at my own pace in between shows, like at the ROM and through U of T. I'm so glad - and truth be told, a little proud - that I did this because I would have missed out on a lot of fun otherwise.
* Not to say that this is true of all people in relationships, but you know that these people exist - serial monogamists who are too afraid to be on their own and are in relationships for the sake of being in relationships. I have never been this type of person.
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Fringe Fridays!
I switched my half-day Friday from next week to today so I could Fringe this afternoon as the festival ends this Sunday and I'd only made use of one of my 5 passes to date.
My original plan was to go to Nathan Phillips Square for lunch to check out the street food demonstration being staged by some of the city's best chef's today but I ended up making a last-minute lunch date with a friend downtown to talk about my career issues. We went to Thai Island in the TD Centre where I got the green curry chicken which I've soooo missed since moving midtown for work. We would have seen each other this Sunday anyway since I had gotten in touch with his wife about questions on a role I'm interested in at her company, but I wanted him as a sounding board as he's probably one of the most resourceful and savvy guys I know. And he did not disappoint. So, thanks again, G!!
After lunch, I made my way over to the Tarragon Theatre to catch Rumpleforeskin at 2:15pm. I wasn't at all interested in seeing it until I read the Fringe review in Eye Weekly on my subway ride down to lunch. As per the program, it's a "loving adaptation of an old fairy tale for the enjoyment of the young at heart." And I'm so glad I did because it was funny, witty and clever with references to Conrad Black's legendary verbosity, the Bloc Quebecois, Ontario and Saskatchewan among others that labelled it Made in Canada.
I stayed for Expiry Dating which followed it at 4pm. I had wanted to see this since it had gotten a lot of buzz as the winner of this year's Toronto Fringe New Play Contest. This was about a couple who meet and get married shortly after when they find out one of them only has 6 months to live. They played to a full house and it was good, although the acting was probably better in Rumpleforeskin.
I saw Wedding Belles last Friday and it was...lacking: the plot was sufficient but the acting was uneven, which I found rather distracting.
The plan is to see at least one more show tomorrow so that I hit breakeven on my pass...
My original plan was to go to Nathan Phillips Square for lunch to check out the street food demonstration being staged by some of the city's best chef's today but I ended up making a last-minute lunch date with a friend downtown to talk about my career issues. We went to Thai Island in the TD Centre where I got the green curry chicken which I've soooo missed since moving midtown for work. We would have seen each other this Sunday anyway since I had gotten in touch with his wife about questions on a role I'm interested in at her company, but I wanted him as a sounding board as he's probably one of the most resourceful and savvy guys I know. And he did not disappoint. So, thanks again, G!!
After lunch, I made my way over to the Tarragon Theatre to catch Rumpleforeskin at 2:15pm. I wasn't at all interested in seeing it until I read the Fringe review in Eye Weekly on my subway ride down to lunch. As per the program, it's a "loving adaptation of an old fairy tale for the enjoyment of the young at heart." And I'm so glad I did because it was funny, witty and clever with references to Conrad Black's legendary verbosity, the Bloc Quebecois, Ontario and Saskatchewan among others that labelled it Made in Canada.
I stayed for Expiry Dating which followed it at 4pm. I had wanted to see this since it had gotten a lot of buzz as the winner of this year's Toronto Fringe New Play Contest. This was about a couple who meet and get married shortly after when they find out one of them only has 6 months to live. They played to a full house and it was good, although the acting was probably better in Rumpleforeskin.
I saw Wedding Belles last Friday and it was...lacking: the plot was sufficient but the acting was uneven, which I found rather distracting.
The plan is to see at least one more show tomorrow so that I hit breakeven on my pass...
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Best laid plans...
I had this great plan for my half-day this Friday: I bought a pass for the Fringe Festival, and I was going to go watch at least 3 shows ALL BY MYSELF. Something I've never done before on purpose* because I've always been worried about what people would think about me sitting by myself watching a show - like that Sex and the City episode, when Carrie goes out to see a movie all by herself on "date night" and Charlotte freaks out the next day over brunch because you're not supposed to go out by yourself on date night since everyone will think you're a loser.
But it occured to me that with all my friends coupled off, I can't think like this because I'll miss out on so many fun things. Besides, my friends aren't necessarily interested in the same things as I am anyway, so either way, I'd be out a companion.
So, la la la, I had this grand plan of heading down to the Fringe Club to pick up my pass by 12:45 and then hopping on the TTC to make the 1:45 show of Serena de Bergerac, which would be followed by Searching for Degrassi at 3:15, and end with Wedding Belles at 5:15. Of course, my pass is only good for redemption of tickets at the door, so given the tight timing in between shows and the fact that the first and second shows are at venues about 10/15 minutes apart, I'd be cutting it really close.
And then about 3pm today my plans unravelled a little. I got a message to say that the hiring manager for the position I'd applied to at my old company wanted to meet me tomorrow morning at 9am. He'd left for the day, but could I please leave him a voicemail to confirm whether or not I would be able to make it.
It must be a good sign that they want to meet me so soon, considering that I had only just sent my old manager my CV yesterday via email...but who tries to set something up so.last.minute? There was no way for me to conjure up a suitable white lie about a doctor's appointment and I'd like at least a day to prepare and get myself into the right mindset, so I left him a voicemail to say that I had a meeting tomorrow morning but I was free to meet Friday afternoon or sometime next week when it was mutually convenient. So now I wait for him to call me back.
One way or another, I'll be freaking out tomorrow night: if my interview is scheduled for Friday afternoon, I'll be stressed preparing for it and if not, then I'll be quietly freaking out and reassuring myself that no, those other people tomorrow who are out with friends won't be staring at me and talking about me behind my back with pity because I'm all alone and have no friends - my paranoia gets the better of me sometimes. :)
* I had gotten tickets to see a play at the Shaw Festival with the ex, who had flown in for a long weekend from overseas before heading back to the West Coast. He sat with me through to the first intermission before pleading jetlag and spending the rest of the play sleeping in the car.
But it occured to me that with all my friends coupled off, I can't think like this because I'll miss out on so many fun things. Besides, my friends aren't necessarily interested in the same things as I am anyway, so either way, I'd be out a companion.
So, la la la, I had this grand plan of heading down to the Fringe Club to pick up my pass by 12:45 and then hopping on the TTC to make the 1:45 show of Serena de Bergerac, which would be followed by Searching for Degrassi at 3:15, and end with Wedding Belles at 5:15. Of course, my pass is only good for redemption of tickets at the door, so given the tight timing in between shows and the fact that the first and second shows are at venues about 10/15 minutes apart, I'd be cutting it really close.
And then about 3pm today my plans unravelled a little. I got a message to say that the hiring manager for the position I'd applied to at my old company wanted to meet me tomorrow morning at 9am. He'd left for the day, but could I please leave him a voicemail to confirm whether or not I would be able to make it.
It must be a good sign that they want to meet me so soon, considering that I had only just sent my old manager my CV yesterday via email...but who tries to set something up so.last.minute? There was no way for me to conjure up a suitable white lie about a doctor's appointment and I'd like at least a day to prepare and get myself into the right mindset, so I left him a voicemail to say that I had a meeting tomorrow morning but I was free to meet Friday afternoon or sometime next week when it was mutually convenient. So now I wait for him to call me back.
One way or another, I'll be freaking out tomorrow night: if my interview is scheduled for Friday afternoon, I'll be stressed preparing for it and if not, then I'll be quietly freaking out and reassuring myself that no, those other people tomorrow who are out with friends won't be staring at me and talking about me behind my back with pity because I'm all alone and have no friends - my paranoia gets the better of me sometimes. :)
* I had gotten tickets to see a play at the Shaw Festival with the ex, who had flown in for a long weekend from overseas before heading back to the West Coast. He sat with me through to the first intermission before pleading jetlag and spending the rest of the play sleeping in the car.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Hot fun in the summer time
This summer promises to be a great one weather-wise and with the temps in the high 20s today, I couldn't help but think of some of the things I'm looking forward to this season:
1. The Shaw and Stratford Festivals. This season's programs appears right up my alley and as the reviews trickle in, my problem is deciding which ones to see given the wealth of choices available.
2. Luminato: Toronto Festival of Arts and Creativity 2007, June 1-10. This is the inaugural year of the festival so I'm curious to see how it plays out. There's a lot going on and the only thing I've planned so far is to check out the opening of the Libeskind-designed Lee-Chin Crystal at the ROM.
3. Rollerblading down by the Beaches. I hope to get out more often than I did last year...which might have been just once. I have cute rollerblades. They're purple and they make me smile just to look at them. I need to use them more often.
4. Just For Laughs Toronto. We're getting our first Just For Laughs this year in Toronto and I'm excited since I went to Just For Laughs in Montreal about 5 years ago and had such a great time. Russell Peters is expected to appear and he is hiLARious!
5. Backyard BBQs. With the house undergoing renovations through all of last summer, our BBQ saw NO action, so I plan to rectify that as soon as possible.
6. MACHU PICCHU. My GAP Adventure and plane ticket for August were booked last month but in the meantime, there's lots to do to prepare including a trip to the travel clinic to get vaccinated and shopping for necessities like clothes to rough in and a backpack. I am a city girl. I have never been camping before EVER IN MY LIFE. So I'm slightly concerned about how I'll do on the 4 nights that we'll be camping along the Inca Trail. But it's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of experience - certainly for me - so I'm not going to stress about that.
When I told my friends at work what the trip would entail, they were thrilled and vastly amused: "This is the trip that keeps on giving! There'll be the stories before the trip about how you're preparing for it, and then there will be the stories after you get back!" - I have a reputation for being a high maintenance shopaholic-princess at work, which I think is undeserved, but they like to tease me all the same, so why spoil their fun?
1. The Shaw and Stratford Festivals. This season's programs appears right up my alley and as the reviews trickle in, my problem is deciding which ones to see given the wealth of choices available.
2. Luminato: Toronto Festival of Arts and Creativity 2007, June 1-10. This is the inaugural year of the festival so I'm curious to see how it plays out. There's a lot going on and the only thing I've planned so far is to check out the opening of the Libeskind-designed Lee-Chin Crystal at the ROM.
3. Rollerblading down by the Beaches. I hope to get out more often than I did last year...which might have been just once. I have cute rollerblades. They're purple and they make me smile just to look at them. I need to use them more often.
4. Just For Laughs Toronto. We're getting our first Just For Laughs this year in Toronto and I'm excited since I went to Just For Laughs in Montreal about 5 years ago and had such a great time. Russell Peters is expected to appear and he is hiLARious!
5. Backyard BBQs. With the house undergoing renovations through all of last summer, our BBQ saw NO action, so I plan to rectify that as soon as possible.
6. MACHU PICCHU. My GAP Adventure and plane ticket for August were booked last month but in the meantime, there's lots to do to prepare including a trip to the travel clinic to get vaccinated and shopping for necessities like clothes to rough in and a backpack. I am a city girl. I have never been camping before EVER IN MY LIFE. So I'm slightly concerned about how I'll do on the 4 nights that we'll be camping along the Inca Trail. But it's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of experience - certainly for me - so I'm not going to stress about that.
When I told my friends at work what the trip would entail, they were thrilled and vastly amused: "This is the trip that keeps on giving! There'll be the stories before the trip about how you're preparing for it, and then there will be the stories after you get back!" - I have a reputation for being a high maintenance shopaholic-princess at work, which I think is undeserved, but they like to tease me all the same, so why spoil their fun?
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Apple

I went to the Factory Theatre tonight to see the Toronto debut of Vern Thiessen's Apple. The image above is the publicity still--provocative, huh?
This was the story of a man, Andy, torn between his wife, Evelyn, and lover, Samantha; just as he's made the decision to leave his wife, she tells him she has cancer and he must decide to stay or go. Based on this brief outline, the symbolism of the tempting apple and the closeness to the couple's names to Adam and Eve, I expected a drama examining the theme of temptation and the difficult choice one is forced to make between one's desire and one's duty. What I got was another thing entirely.
I thought I would be sympathetic with Evelyn, but she was a complete bitch from the start. I expected the adulterous husband to at least have a backbone, but he was a weak loser who had just lost his job and couldn't seem to stand up for himself. And Samantha? Well...she was messed up too.
Things get rather twisted when Evelyn, a real estate agent, meets Samantha after she's considered selling her condo. Fast forward a little and Andy and Evelyn meet at the park they used to frequent early on in their relationship. Andy wants to tell Evelyn that he's leaving her, but Evelyn, as usual, beats him to it and tells him she has cancer and it's his job now to look after her.
Given that it's a 3-character play, can you guess who's the medical intern assigned to Evelyn? If you guessed Samantha, you'd be right. I don't even want to go on about the plot because I'm too tired and disappointed to think about it any longer. I couldn't find any sympathy for any of the characters. It felt rather like a blind date that you knew was going to be bad as soon as the first greeting's exchanged.
At least I had fun prior. I met my friends at the National Ballet box office to get tickets initially for Sleeping Beauty, but since the seats in the Ring we wanted weren't available, we got tickets for the Christmas institution that is The Nutcracker. We then walked across Queen for dinner at Shanghai Cowgirl where I had the yummy Chicken Club Sandwich. The salad was overdressed and the side order of sweet potato fries was oversalted, but the chicken breast was perfectly tender and juicy. Will return again.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wicked and porno bathrooms
I went to see Wicked at the Canon Theatre today and I understand now why it was so successful on Broadway. The story of Elphaba and Glinda is funny and touching, and the lyrics and music are smart and catchy.I've had a weekend of good stories, beginning with The Thirteenth Tale and now with Wicked: I found out how the Scarecrow, Tinman and Cowardly Lion came to be, as well as the flying monkeys; and the significance of the ruby slippers came to light. All in all, a very clever story.
It was a funny coincidence to find The Wizard of Oz on television. I tuned in long enough to see Dorothy and her entourage's first visit to the wizard and her subsequent capture by the wicked witch of the west.
It was so freakin' windy today that I thought I was going to be blown away while walking down the street. It never occured to me that I might have been hit by some flying debris--like the poor woman who was knocked unconscious and bleeding with injuries to her head and leg when a falling tree branch hit her. And then there's the story of how the winds were so strong that they were able to blow down a townhouse under construction!
As to the porno bathrooms, I first heard about them from my friend who had gone to visit a new condo development in King West. The design was much-hyped so we thought we'd go for a visit for curiosity's sake.
So what makes a bathroom a porno bathroom, you might ask? Well, it's as simple as a window or glass wall seperating the bathroom from the bedroom. We saw a second PB in another model suite not 10 minutes away...is this the latest trend in condo design? I find it tacky...and rather alarming. Call me a prude, I don't care.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Introducing the Self
I think Diane Ackerman is brilliant. She seems to effortlessly present complex ideas in a manner that's beautifully literary and evocative.I've been reading An Alchemy of Mind for a little while now, and it's taking me longer than usual to get through because there are so many interesting ideas to mull over.
The chapter I just read really struck me, titled "Introducing the Self." She begins with a quote by Stephen Mitchell:
If "I" give my love to you, what exactly am I giving and who is the "I" making the offering, and who, by the way, are you?
This concept of self was echoed in Tom Stoppard's The Real Thing in his examination of what love is: that we share many versions of ourselves with different people in our various interactions throughout our days, but there is one true self that is saved for our significant other.
I've always felt that I can be a different person with different people, depending on the circumstances of the relationship...with some friends, I feel I'm given licence to be more silly, while with others I feel I have to be more serious and responsible. I could never articulate this feeling of having different versions of myself so well as Ackerman:
Much of a self derives from recollected events, their weight and outcome, and the personal iconography they create. Since others figure in those mementos, and the daily acts that impress new memories, other people become integral elements of oneself, an important part of our inner diary and identity. If a loved one dies, one loses portions of self, not just a portion, because the missing person also hosted different selves. One loses the parts of self linked to the different parts of the loved one...
This idea of the many versions of self also helps to articulate what I'm looking for in love: I want someone who will enhance my life...who will inspire the many different versions of me, the good and the bad; the silly, playful me and the serious, responsible me. Is that too much to ask?
Saturday, July 22, 2006
The Real Thing
I went to see the Soulpepper Theatre Company’s production of The Real Thing this afternoon and I really enjoyed it. The dialogue was witty and intelligent. And the idea of what constitutes love was brilliantly written.I consider myself a fairly literal person in the sense that when I am presented with a complex/abstract concept, I need time to absorb it before being able to formulate a response. I’m slow that way. So reading is my ideal way to take things in because I can do so at my leisure. When I see something acted out for me, I find that before I’ve had the time to fully understand what’s been said or what’s happened, the characters have moved on and I have to struggle to keep up.
I felt that way while watching the play…there was great dialogue about what love is—one of the universal questions of humankind. One of the proposed definitions is very much like my own: love isn’t loving someone at their best, but loving them when they’re at their worst.
I stopped at a Chapters on my way home in the hopes of picking up a copy of the play to read but there wasn’t one in stock so I’ll just have to buy it online.
There were two things that bothered me though: I’ve always found it a bit distracting when actors who are not British act with British accents because a play is set in Britain. All the actors onstage today were Canadian and some of the accents were better than others so it was a bit hard for me to suspend my belief. The other thing that was a bit odd was to see Megan Follows portray the selfish and sexual Annie when she is forever Anne of Green Gables in my mind.
Friday, July 14, 2006
HEAT WAVE!!!
The forecast for this weekend in Toronto is crazy-hot. That being the case, my plans are to do as little as possible out-of-doors. I have a brunch date in the morning and more errands to run in the afternoon related to our home reno, but afterwards, I plan on staying home in air-conditioned comfort.
I figured I may as well make the most of this weather and buckle-down and edit my wardrobe. I probably won’t have time during the week and I definitely won’t have time next weekend so this is it.
This weekend is D-Day for my wardrobe.
I think I’ll need something long and cool to see me through.
Note to self: chill a couple bottles of wine in preparation.
Anyway, I came across this article in the Star the other day stating that theatre in Toronto is not dead, despite the early close of the Lord of the Rings. It went on to list the stage companies with bonafide box office hits including Stratford’s sold-out production of South Pacific, Shawfest’s High Society (which I saw last weekend) and Soulpepper’s The Real Thing (which I plan to see next weekend.)
I’m intrigued by Spamalot, but have no burning desire to see it. What I would love to see though is Wicked which returns for a limited engagement in the fall. I tried to get tickets for the NYC production last spring but it was impossible. I hope not to be disappointed again.
Note to self: follow up on the tickets.
On the mention of BoyGroove (which I also saw):
"Our marketing was confused…People didn't know if we were selling a musical play or an actual boy band. And we also realized too late that we had priced the show out of the range of the young audiences we wanted to attend."
I really enjoyed the satiric parody of a boyband on stage (and was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the guys could actually sing quite well, if not dance, heh). It was disappointing to see how few people were in the audience for the performance I saw—if I recall correctly, it might have been in the neighbourhood of 20…granted, it was a matinee, but still.
The audience was also quite odd—as expected, there were a few groups of girlfriends in their 20s who went through the teeny-bopper boyband phase, a few couples made up of the already-mentioned former teeny-bopper girlfriend and reluctant-but-indulgent/long-suffering boyfriend, the odd (older) man out who was there alone, and the unexpectedly rowdy bunch who took advantage of the table service at the Diesel Playhouse and proceeded to get drunk and chatty through the performance.
I had more commentary to add, but my brain’s a bit fried from the heat so that's it for now.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Oh, Canada!

On this day, 139 years ago, the British North America Act created the dominion of Canada, uniting the British colonies of Upper and Lower Canada (Ontario & Quebec), New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.
Reading my paper this morning, there were the usual articles about things to do in and around the city, and festivities that will be taking place across the country and elsewhere around the world where ex-pats have settled: I was amused by this story about the first-ever festival to celebrate Canada Day in London. Imagine playing in a ball hockey tourney in the middle of Trafalgar Square! There was the usual mention of the Maple Leaf Pub, where Canadian ex-pats gather annually for a big Canada Day celebration. There was a heartwarming story published in the Toronto Star a few years back about a father who flew to London to surprise his son at the Maple Leaf.
I never did make it out to the Maple Leaf although I must have been through Covent Garden at least twice during my trip to London in April. Since my cousin has recently moved there, a trip back will definitely be in my future. Maybe I can time it so I'm there to take in the festivities first-hand.
Aside from all the good news stories, there are the usual reflective "what does it mean to be Canadian?" stories. Inspired by the Danish government's initiative to establish a canon of Danish arts and culture, the Toronto Star undertook a project to come up with a "definitive" guide to the works Canadians need to know in order to understand their cultural history. They called the guide, Essentially Canadian and in the week leading up to Canada day, published the long lists for their 9 categories: Children's Entertainment, Movies, Visual Arts, Books, Design, Music, Architecture, Theatre and Television.
The Top Ten lists, as determined by their 36 panellists, was published today, and based on the lists that would probably be most relevant to me, I must say that there’s much Canadian Culture that I have not been exposed to. On the Essential Music list, I know about ½ the names on the list, but have only ever heard 3 of the songs: Joni Mitchell’s 2 entries and The Guess Who’s American Woman.
On the Essential Architecture list, I must agree with the iconic Chateau Frontenac and the TD Centre as they are so clearly identified with their respective city’s skylines.
The only play on the Essential Theatre list I had seen was Ann-Marie MacDonald’s Goodnight, Desdemona, Good Morning Juliet, which was staged by CanStage about 5 years ago—the cool thing about that production was seeing MacDonald, who is also an actor, portray the title roles she had penned.
I thought I might have done better on the Essential Books list since I like to think I do a pretty good job of supporting Canadian authors and reading their works, but sadly, I’ve only read Michael Ondaatje’s In the Skin of A Lion. I’m not so much a fan of what I call “Old School Can-Lit” by authors like Alice Munro, Gabrielle Roy, Robertson Davies and Margaret Laurence (I had to read The Stone Angel in school and couldn’t relate at all to the experiences of small town life; Fifth Business was OK, but still not a fave.)
The entry of the CN Logo in the Essential Design list elicited a smile because it reminded me of the co-op work term I spent at CN Rail. One of my “special projects” was ensuring the integrity of the logo on the various documents and reports that our group published.
The one pessimistic article in today’s news kicked off the paper’s series of essays that will run from July to November called Canada in 2020. Andrew Cohen’s A Virtual Country suggests that thanks to rising immigration levels, Canada would be a nation in name only. Given that the word nation refers to two quite distinct ideas, he can be both right and wrong in his assertion.
On the one hand, there’s the definition of a nation as “a relatively large group of people organized under a single, usually independent government; a country”, and then there’s the definition of nation as “a people who share common customs, origins, history, and frequently language; a nationality.” By the former definition, he may very well be right. But if the later, than I would argue that Canada, as a country of immigrants, never had a common nationality to begin with: the French and the English who first settled in Canada, displacing the Native American’s might have both been European, but they both have distinct cultures—a point that is a bone of contention to this day amongst the Quebecois and the “Rest of Canada.”
Yes, Canada as a country is inclusive and we promote multiculturalism, perhaps at the expense of a national identity. But who says that my Canada has to be the same as your Canada? We all have different views on what being a Canadian means, and I’m not about to impose mine onto you. We ain’t them Americans, and that’s how we like it here.
Anyway, I never really meant for this to turn into a rant…but that’s what happened so I’m going to stop. I’ve a long cool drink and a BBQ to look forward to, so Happy Canada Day to you and yours.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
What I'll miss about my 20s...
One thing I’ll miss about my 20s, aside from the fact that I will no longer be a twenty-something, is all the theatre and cultural discounts I will no longer be eligible for. I was reminded of this when I was reading about the Four Seasons Centre for the Performing Arts, which is the new home of the Canadian Opera Company. There was mention of a program for patrons under 30 that made available 120 seats for $30 each. When the new season opens in the fall, it will be too late for me to take advantage of this program. I'll have to pay regular price like everyone else.
I’m not a big symphony fan and never have been, even though I was a member of the "symphonic band" at school—memories of sitting through TSO rehearsals at Roy Thompson Hall on high school field trips and trying really hard not to fall asleep come to mind—but because of tsoundcheck, which makes available $12 tickets to young people aged 15-29, I went to quite a few performances in the last couple years—without falling asleep, even. I guess taking away the “must-do” element of school helped alleviate the boredom and want-to-fall-asleep factor. They also occasionally offered special ticket prices to performances by the National Ballet of Canada and productions by the Canadian Stage Company, which I also took advantage of.
As a theatre fan, what I will really miss are the discount programs at Stratford Festival and the Shaw: Stratford’s Play On lets anyone aged 18 – 29 buy tickets to selected performances for only $20—BUT! It seems after visiting their website, that Stratford has a new program called Play Encore, for people aged 30-35, which affords savings of up to 50% on designated performances all season long. Yay!
Shaw Festival also has a similar Pay $30 if you’re under 30 program for regularly-priced performances at all three theatres. For whatever reason, I was always a Stratford Festival chick as opposed to a Shaw Fest chick, despite the latter's close proximity to the Niagara wine region. (Last year was actually the first year I had gone to the Shaw and the $30 tickets certainly made it more appealing.) Too bad there isn’t an extension for those 30+. Boo.
The stereotypical profile of a patron of the arts as one who is well-to-do, older, and white is not sustainable. It's to the benefit of cultural institutions to reach out and target young people. If you hook 'em while they're young, there's a greater chance that these young people will remain patrons and supporters of the arts.
These discount programs make culture more accessible and affordable. A classical concert isn't necessarily something that would appeal to the regular twenty-something at regular prices starting at about $30. But at $12, less than it costs to go to a movie, it might be considered a viable option when considering what to do on a week night after work. It certainly was for me.
I’m not a big symphony fan and never have been, even though I was a member of the "symphonic band" at school—memories of sitting through TSO rehearsals at Roy Thompson Hall on high school field trips and trying really hard not to fall asleep come to mind—but because of tsoundcheck, which makes available $12 tickets to young people aged 15-29, I went to quite a few performances in the last couple years—without falling asleep, even. I guess taking away the “must-do” element of school helped alleviate the boredom and want-to-fall-asleep factor. They also occasionally offered special ticket prices to performances by the National Ballet of Canada and productions by the Canadian Stage Company, which I also took advantage of.
As a theatre fan, what I will really miss are the discount programs at Stratford Festival and the Shaw: Stratford’s Play On lets anyone aged 18 – 29 buy tickets to selected performances for only $20—BUT! It seems after visiting their website, that Stratford has a new program called Play Encore, for people aged 30-35, which affords savings of up to 50% on designated performances all season long. Yay!
Shaw Festival also has a similar Pay $30 if you’re under 30 program for regularly-priced performances at all three theatres. For whatever reason, I was always a Stratford Festival chick as opposed to a Shaw Fest chick, despite the latter's close proximity to the Niagara wine region. (Last year was actually the first year I had gone to the Shaw and the $30 tickets certainly made it more appealing.) Too bad there isn’t an extension for those 30+. Boo.
The stereotypical profile of a patron of the arts as one who is well-to-do, older, and white is not sustainable. It's to the benefit of cultural institutions to reach out and target young people. If you hook 'em while they're young, there's a greater chance that these young people will remain patrons and supporters of the arts.
These discount programs make culture more accessible and affordable. A classical concert isn't necessarily something that would appeal to the regular twenty-something at regular prices starting at about $30. But at $12, less than it costs to go to a movie, it might be considered a viable option when considering what to do on a week night after work. It certainly was for me.
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