Brunnhilde (to Wotan): "Who am I if not your will?"--ibid.
"I dated your sister for three months."
"She says you were a total asshole!"
"Yeah, I can see why she'd say that."
--Treme
Saw the cinemacast of the Met production of Wagner's Die Walkure at the Sheppard Grande. Another excellent Robert Lepage production: over four hours long (plus intermissions), but it didn't seem protracted. As Brunnhilde, Deborah Voight was youthful as a bobby-soxer!
Dinner was the rest of the fettucine.
"Nice to see you too."
--Treme
"I was married to a musician. Ain't no possible way you're going to make that shit right!"--ibid.
"It's N.P.R. They get it. The "N" is for nuance"--ibid.
Dreamed of a non-existent Brazilian movie titled Cinque Oras. ("Cinco horas" is Portuguese for "five hours," "cinque ore" is the Italian.)
Dinner was sausage and mash.
Finally planted the potatoes. (Some of the onion sprouts are already visible!)
I've started a new Facebook game called Hero City. (It's like Cityville, but with rather kid-sized superheroes.)
Saw the DVD of the first episode of the New Orleans ensemble series Treme. Very promising! (It rhymes with the soap brand Camay.)
Biff: "I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and every time I come back here, I know that all I've done is to waste my life"--Death of a Salesman
I was a long time getting to sleep again. (Didn't wake up till about 14:00!)
Dreamed of doing an acting exercise where I played Stalin on his deathbed; telling my shrink about it.
The pipe workers were going to come to our house today, but got delayed by a leak in the water main.
Dinner was fettucine alfredo.
We couldn't find any seed potatoes, so I'm going to plant regular spuds.
Went to a Toronto Social Group Meetup at Scallywag's. We had a Scrabble tournament, with everyone playing three games. In the first game my first letters included both blanks, so I used up all seven letters and got the 50-point bonus on my first move! I owned the first game, finished last in the second, and narrowly won the third.
Wrote a customer review of Stephen E. Ambrose's To America at amazon.com . I didn't think much of it. [Ambrose let his patriotism cloud his judgement...]
Dreamed of the song "Cockles and Mussels."
Father and I went to Scotiabank again for more financial business.
Dinner was chicken curry.
Went to the Games Meetup at 401 Games for the first time in a while. I played the U.S. version of Powergrid for the first time, and finished last. (I know what my big mistake was...)
Michael Caine: "With an old bank account."
--Pulp
"His name was Di Nuccio. That was the nicest thing about him"--ibid.
Dreamed of travelling across Canada with John; taking the train to Gaspe, then proceeding on foot; seeing a horse as large as a camel; actress Jayne Mansfield.
John and Kathrine came over and bought dinner, but it was vegan again.
Went to a party at Boccone's for the volunteers who'd worked on the St. Paul's NDP campaign. (The provincial election is coming soon.)
Afterward I ate a Wendy's hamburger and it immediately disagreed with me. (Serves me right!)
Saw the DVD of Mike Hodges' Pulp. It's a witty film noir spoof, with Michael Caine and Mickey Rooney in fine form.
Baked rye bread.
They're going to change our water pipes soon, so Father and I cleared space in the basement. There was a bag of cement that had gone hard in the damp, but when I brought it upstairs and put it down, it split into pieces. (Dust galore!)
Dinner was sausages and quinoa.
At choir practice we rehearsed Nabucco from start to finish, including the soloists' numbers. (Paradoxically, it seemed shorter.) I flirted with Carmen, asking what music she was playing in the car on the way here.
Dreamed of meeting Desiree McGraw, whom I knew at my Goodenough College stay in London in 1995.
In the morning I went on a Walking Meetup in the Forest Hill area.
Because I'd woken up early, I napped after getting back home.
Dinner was beef stroganoff.
Saw Steven Spielberg's Jaws (for the second time) at the Underground. It's best to ignore the fact that a real shark does not lurk around a beach waiting for hunters to chase him. Quint does a lot for the movie: Robert Shaw plays him with just the right degree of ham. If they were making it today, they'd show the shark a lot more and it wouldn't be as good.
