Dreamed of having acted in a play on its opening night weeks before and wondering if I'd get to do it a second time.
I was going to go to Carlos Saura's dance movie Iberia in the morning, but I wasn't up to it. Hope they release it here!
Baked rye bread.
Dinner was Chinese food.
Saw The Giant Buddhas at the Cumberland, the last of my film festival movies. It's a low-key, rather meditative documentary on the loss of the Bamiyan statues. I got to thinking about how all art is doomed to be lost someday.
Dreamed of the tragedy of two siblings who took pills instead of eating, from the time they were little, ending with two airplanes colliding head-on; homemade airships; trying to will myself to wake up, and not succeeding at first; reflecting that Charlize Theron should make more period movies; a breakthrough in dentistry that briefly extended "the golden age."
Saw the first half of Midnight Movies: From the Margin to the Mainstream at the Cumberland. It's a documentary about (what else?) the midnight movies phenomenon of the 1970s (stuff like El Topo and Night of the Living Dead). Pretty interesting, but I had to leave early.
Then I went for an interview about volunteering at the Parkdale Library. (I was late because I thought it was High Park.) The Leading to Reading program was directed at people too young for my interests. I'll try some other programs.
Dinner was lasagna.
I was going to attend a Meetin gathering, but I was too tired. Instead I saw a couple more episodes of The History of Rock and Roll.
Finally got that reprint of the first episodes of the comic strip Buz Sawyer.
Iraqi goatherd: "America will fail, because its behaviour is not the behaviour of a great nation"--Why We Fight
Dreamed of levitating; facing an epic duel with a human-sized fly; visiting a university campus at the northern tip of Manhattan; finding a pile of Sunday comics sections.
I was going to see Heart of the Game, a documentary about girls' sports, but my sinuses were acting up and I would have had to leave early because of my job interview.
Katherine and I went to a firm called ERA Architects, who do "cultural" architecture. (There's a woman there called Kirsten who resembles actress Chloe Sevigny.) Katherine thinks that the interview went very well and I should get a part-time job doing research for them. [Nothing happened.]
I had time to make the screening of the documentary Why We Fight at the Cumberland. Directed by Eugene Jarecki, it's an examination of the "military-industrial complex" and its influence on US foreign policy today. Telling.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw the DVD of the Mystery Science Theatre version of Girl in Gold Boots, a 1968 B-movie about go-go dancing.
Dreamed of the World War II era Warner Brothers cartoon Russian Rhapsody (featuring "Gremlins from the Kremlin").
Went shopping.
Saw the documentary Twelve Disciples of Nelson Mandela at the ROM cinema. It's a great story about a dozen heroic South Africans who went into exile in 1960, helped establish the African National Council, and waited three decades to come home. (They also had a short film of an interview with 1980s artist Jean-Michel Basquiat.)
Dinner was Harvey's.
Got a package of On Stage, Teen-Wise and Dick Tracey comics in exchange for a package I'd recently sent out.
Saw the concert movie Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man at the Varsity. It featured a number of singers (most of whom I'm unfamiliar with) singing Cohen's songs. It varied. (I recognized some songs from the soundtrack of the western McCabe and Mrs. Miller.)
I had dinner at Island Foods, a West Indian fast food place in Village by the Grange.
Went to a Common Room session. This time we were playing a budgeting game with fake money. It's my last time participating in this group for quite a while, because opera rehearsals start next month.
Dreamed of being in a group of people watching the movie The Wild Bunch from a stairway; a movie of a satirical 1930s Broadway musical, with a scene where the Prince of Wales (the future King Edward VIII) dedicated a war memorial in Brooklyn, and appeared as a walking statue.
Had an appointment with Dr. Hassan. This time I had more to talk about than usual.
Dinner was shepherd's pie.
Went to the first rehearsal of the Toronto City Opera's new season. There were, including me, only three baritone-basses there! Our patron Tony Fusco appeared and told us of his big dreams for us. Giuseppe said that this year the opera will be doing Donizetti's The Magical Elixir of Love and a couple of one-act operas, including Puccini's Suor Angelica, with an all-female chorus. (The other was Pergolesi's La Serva Padrona, with no chorus.)
Dreamed of going to a fortune teller in a phone booth and asking where to find love; being told to go south to Bloor Street; the Greek couplet about the battle of Thermopylae
Go tell the Spartans, thou who passest by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
Went to a Chinese Linkup event. I couldn't figure out how to pronounce "qu."
Dinner was pork chops.
Saw the first episode of the third season of Six Feet Under. That opening sequence was a bit too strong for me. [Nate's just had brain surgery and seems to be dead at first.]
