Father has a cold and now Moira and I have caught it! (Like in Contagion, which I saw yesterday.) I was going to attend a Games Meetup but wasn't up to it.
Dinner was KFC.
Saw the DVD of Tom and Viv. T.S. Eliot (a miscast Willem Dafoe) came across as a cold fish.
Went to another Heritage Walk, around the University of Toronto campus with an emphasis on astronomy. (At the start we were near a noisy football game in Varsity Stadium.)
Dinner was linguini primavera.
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at Twister. I got brave enough to sing Marvin Gaye's "What's Goin' On"!
"I can handle other people; it's me I'm worried about"--Murder One
Dreamed of trying to bicycle home from Cape Breton.
Baked raisin bread.
Got some literature at the NDP campaign office and distributed it in my poll division.
Dinner was butter chicken (using sauce we found in the supermarket).
Saw Steven Soderbergh's Contagion at the Yonge & Dundas. (A couple next to me talked too much.) Fairly predictable middlebrow fare, though with intelligent touches. Jude Law is cool.
"I understand you."
"No, you don't. And don't patronize me!"
--Murder One
Visited my shrink Dr. Hassan. He's written a book titled The Little Grammarian!
Dinner was roast chicken.
I've started reading the food issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
Tried to find the Ontario Disability Support Payments office, but I was looking on Lawrence Avenue when it was on Sheppard Avenue!
Dinner was African stew (with kale from our garden!).
Dreamed of a non-existent scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy gets a beating while the Wicked Witch cackles.
I've started playing the computer game Angry Birds on the Google Plus website.
Went to Scotiabank and found out what it'll take to transfer my GIC to Moira's ownership.
Dinner was shepherd's pie.
Saw the DVD of the first episode of Murder One. Some sharp writing.
We got a DVD of Hitchcock's Young and Innocent, which I'd seen recently so I just watched the version with soundtrack commentary.
Popeye (after beating up a hostile crowd): "I hated to do that, but it was easier than explainin' that I come as a fren'."
Dreamed of the actual New York Times headline "Francis Fukuyama answers his critics"; noticing that the Times would never run the headline "Noam Chomsky answers his critics."
John and Kathrine brough over dinner (vegan lasagna). Afterward I sneaked out to McDonald's.
Finally finished Daniel Boorstin's The Creators. It was quite enjoyable, despite some frustrating gaps. (For example, there's little about painting between the Renaissance and the Impressionists.)
Started reading a new volume of Popeye reprints.
