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fishing in a bucket

"Fishing in a bucket. The total hopelessness of the activity was very soothing." - from "The Exiles" by Hilary McKay

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Reading: By The Lake (McGahern); Contemporary Canadian Women's Short Stories (Ed: Moore) [email me: fishinginabucket at gmail dot com]

Sunday, June 13, 2010

cake for dinner

Day Three: German vs Australia.

This game is so ridiculous, I can't watch anymore. I'm going to play legos with my goddaughter. And have cake (and pie!) for dinner.

a word about France

Ok. I know that in the past, I have expressed affection for one Thierry Henry, and that affection stands, but. This is not an unconditional affection, Henry, you are not my child. And, frankly, if I were your mother, I would have given you a good tongue-lashing after hand-balling that goal in the qualifier against Ireland.

My loyalties are to Ireland. There has been a lot of talk in the Canadian media recently about how the World Cup is truly Canadian because multiculturalism, etc. Whatever. It's just an excuse for us to switch loyalties whenever we want.

As my friend Ais (the reason, really, for my loyalties to Ireland) put it, every team that plays France is symbolically Ireland.

So good on you, Uruguay, for pulling off that draw. Good work. Next up: Mexico. You can do it!

fumble

Already, England is runing my life.

Maybe, maybe I timed the baby's nap (I was sitting) for the game. Maybe I put the volume on mute and stifled every exclamation threatening to push from my mouth, for fear of waking him. Maybe I even outstayed my welcome after his parents got home to catch the last few minutes. Still: England broke my heart.

Seriously, I have watched that moment again and again and I can't figure out what happened. Does it count as an own goal?

Incidentally, this morning my coffee maker broke. Coincidence? I think not.

It's going to be a rough month.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

jitters, part 2

Ok, it's been awhile.

I started this blog years ago, so that I didn't have to mass-mail friends back in Toronto with stories about New York. I enjoyed the form, the short bursts, the opportunity to try out different voices, craft different tones, take a break from my normal work.

And then the World Cup 2006 started, and all bets were off.

When I moved back home I thought I could do the same thing, only in reverse: tell stories about life in Ottawa for my friends back in New York. Well, turns out that Ottawa's nowhere near as entertaining as New York. (You heard it here first.) By the time I moved back to Toronto, I was out of the habit.

Thank god for the World Cup, 2010.

Will Buffon be able to see the ball better now that he's cut his hair? Will the Irish, who have no reason to be there, storm the pitch during France's game just to chuck eggs at that despicable, handsome hand-baller, Henry? Will England's inevitable loss lead, once again, to disaster in my own life?

Stay tuned to find out...

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

lessons in economics

C, age 6: I thought I saw you with another little boy here one day.

J, age 30: Well, sometimes I come down here to eat, but I don't think I was here with another little boy.

C: Do you pay for your own food?

J: Yes.

(C considers this.)

C: Babysitters must make a lot of money!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

charmed

As I walked up the stairs, the boy turned to his mother and said, "She's pretty!"

How could I fail to be charmed?

Of course, the boy in question is not quite three years old yet, but still: charmed.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Four-Year-Old Wisdom

1. "The knight sleeps with the queen because he has two pillows and a big blanket."

2. "If I had a baby I would suck it up with a dustbuster."

3. "I'm too tired to sleep!"

Monday, July 20, 2009

"Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sort of go with it."

Warning: This post is Spoiler-ific in the extreme. If you haven't read the Potter books and intend to, don't read it. If you haven't seen the latest film (HP and the Half-Blood Prince) and intend to, don't read it. That said, if you don't know who dies at the end of HP6, you've been living under a rock and need to get out more.


I am utterly fascinated by the Harry Potter films. It's not so much the films themselves - although they are, generally, rollicking good fun - but the way the books are translated to the screen that fascinate me. And I mean translated, not adapted; films and novels are such different languages.

The catch here is, of course, that the films began pre-production before all the books were out. I read somewhere, a long time ago, that JK Rowling was keeping an eye on the films, making sure that certain details or certain characters weren't cut, if they had great importance to later plot points. (Also, apparently Alan Rickman was given Snape's backstory and knowledge of his ultimate allegiance before book seven came out.) Still, small things that are planted in the book (Harry sees Ravenclaw's diadem in the Room of Requirement when hiding his potions book in book six) are left out of the films. So even if the details are right, because of the constraints of film, some richness is necessarily left out (for example, Bill and Fleur's relationship.) Other plots are almost entirely changed; in the book, Ginny and Dean break up with the help of Harry's luck potion, while in the film, it's pretty arbitrary. The film's handling of the Hermione/Ron romance is different, as well; I don't recall in the book that there was any real option of them getting together, between their distractions with Voldy and exams, and Ron's general Ron-ness, and they really only get together in the last book after Ron proves himself worthy of her with his concern for the house elves.

But the biggest change was that odd, exhilarating, creepy scene where Bellatrix and Greyback attack and burn down the Burrow. Devastating, yes, and I understand that Hollywood felt the need to insert some action into a fairly plotless film, but, it doesn't make sense in the world that Rowling so painstakingly created. One: we know that Dumbledore has put extra protections on the Burrow while Harry is there. Two: how do the bad guys know where he is? Three: Uh, Voldy has made it crystal clear that he himself wants to kill Harry. Four: How did they succeed in not hurting anyone else? Five: Um, Ginny is a MORE than competent witch at this point - why is she screaming helplessly for Harry? Her running into the field to help fight, that is perfectly Ginny-like. Her then losing courage? Not so much. Also, why the heck didn't they just put out the fire with water? Or was it that super-fire spell, the uncontainable fire that destroys the diadem in book seven?

Anyway, as Tasha Robinson said so astutely in the AV Club podcast about the film, the film is really about a mood. And part of that mood is the sense of impending doom, of death lurking around the corner; maybe a bit of actual destruction is necessary. And while, as my friend Nancy pointed out, the CGI stuff kind of overwhelms the coziness and intimacy of Hogwarts this time round, I think that was part of the point - the world is encroaching, even on Hogwarts, and the golden, cozy light is only in evidence when romantic things are happening (Rupert Grint is absolutely brilliant as Ron under the influence of a love potion). Everywhere else, even in Quidditch, it's grey and gloomy.

I remain in thrall; I can't wait to see how they handle the last two films (the last book is split into two films.) I can hazard a guess as to where they'll split the films (just after Ron leaves the trio, I bet) and I'm glad that they actually know everything going into the writing of these final scripts. All in all, I think they've done a fine job of an overwhelming task.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Things That Are Great in Winter But Suck In Summer

1. Hot coffee.

2. Crawling into a bed made with sheets just pulled from the dryer.

3. Breaking a sweat while biking.

4. The sun.