Small Town Summer

This is the view from the balcony of our apartment that I captures yesterday. First, it was raining. Ten minutes later, the scenery magically transformed into this:

Blogging with Moxie

Do you see how pink this book is? What could this possibly mean?

Why, yes – it’s a book written by ladies for other ladies.

This is what the authors say about themselves in the introduction:
The Moxie Girls, Joelle Reeder and Katherine Scoleri, are like vodka and olives - tasty on their own, but even better together.

One

I have one friend who never watches any movie twice.

Caribbean Red

I'm very proud of this photo. Not just because it's so beautiful, but because I managed to take it - under such pressure, too; the flowers are so light, and the wind kept taking them. However, as you can see, I did it.

I'd like to show you some of my photos that capture the Caribbean red. It's a colour that transfixed me time and time again. Whatever you might think about synesthesia, I think that Caribbean red jingles and rings. It has the ability to linger in the Caribbean air.

Blogging as the Nihilist Impulse

Today, I bring the following book to your attention – “Zero Comments” by Geert Lovink

Angelina and James

       This photo  is not mine. Its purpose is simply to draw your attention.
 
A friend called me from Moscow, and let me know in a dejected voice that Angelina Did That Again.

Angelina is my friend’s beloved bichon frise dog.

Early Morning in High Park

I would like to offer you another walk through High Park. This is just one particular morning, and one route. There are so many different ways to go. But those are stories for another time.

Blogging for Food and Reading for Fun

To warm up and familiarize yourself with my style, you can read about Blogging for Fame and Fortune here.

Will write for Food by Dianne Jacob

Get ready for my uncontainable delight. I am so delighted that I’m not sure I have the lung power to properly express it. It’s an amazing boooook!

George Clooney, Alice in Wonderland and More

 Ever since I saw the production of the Ionesco play, The Chairs, I have been a big fan of the Theater of the Absurd. In that play, there are many invisible characters, and three that you can see, but the only genuine protagonists are the chairs.

In turn, Albert Camus used the concept of the absurd to try and express the imperfections of our world. According to him, the absurd doesn’t aspire to anything; it doesn’t have a particular set of values, or a sense of self-worth. It’s a sort of clear vision of the world without any metaphysical hope.

Here is where I am going to naively debate with the greats, by saying that the absurd – in all its forms – is just something that defies easy classification. This often means that the absurd can be something funny. And wherever you can find laughter, you can also find hope.

We Had a Real Summer Thunderstorm

Last night, in Toronto, we had a real summer thunderstorm. With the kind of mythical thunder and lightning that woke everybody up at 4am. It was the sound of the summer season. Strong gusts of wind shook the curtains and rattled parts of the window, and our cat, who is convinced that every even in the universe is directly related to him, couldn’t calm down for the longest time.

This thunderstorm left me without a doubt that a wonderful time of the year has come. I need to get my act together and make sure I don’t miss out on all the advantages of the season.

The Risky Business of Blogging

Now that I’ve experienced these two events, it feels like I belong to an exclusive club of individuals who are entirely different from the rest of the population simply by virtue of blogging. (Although, according to some sources, 14 thousand new blogs open each day, and only the laziest members of society decline to announce what they’ve had for breakfast to anyone who cares to listen.)

Our Visit to the Masonic Temple

 When I spoke to one second grader – who was fascinated by everything in the world, but couldn’t make it to Doors Open – about our visit to the Masonic Temple, his eyes lit up, and he asked “Do they carry around a sword for some reason?”