I had a fantastic weekend.
Things were busy, as always, but time opened up for some strange reason. There wasn't any looming immediate deadline, things at the college were rolling along well... I actually had time to hang back a bit and socialize. It was great.
Friday night we went out for Korean food down the street, engaged in great conversation and then dragged people back to Zub Haus for cocktails and video games. Street Fighter IV and LittleBigPlanet playing ensued. I can't remember the last time we just spontaneously hung out without needing an event, birthday or holiday to serve as the reason. It was great just hanging out because we could. Using the house as our headquarters was comfy and way cheaper than partying it up at a bar. Everyone had a ball.
Saturday morning I woke up and joked to Stacy that I had so much fun on Friday that I wanted to do it all again.
"Well, why don't you? We don't have anything planned for tonight" said the wise Stacy.
And so we did! We invited more people, pulled together a greater variety of wine and spirits, people brought amazing snacks and we all chilled out, chatted, laughed, played Apples To Apples, competed at video games and enjoyed cheeses, cookies, chocolate, crackers, fruit, dips, Halloween candy and much more. I finally shooed people out the door at 4am but I honestly could have kept going until dawn.
Today Stacy, Chris, Eric, Derek and I ventured up to Pacific Mall for shopping, wandering and more good food. We just got in the door a little while ago and I'm feeling completely satisfied about our weekend. A burst of social goodness that was much needed and appreciated.
Our friends kick ass.
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February 2009
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Hi there, I was planning to post about Halloween: costumes (keymaster & gatekeeper from GHOSTBUSTERS), pumpkins, parties and comic book treats, but the week started busy and then Maine voted against same-sex marriage rights and I was back to my usual misanthropic self, which is generally a Not Good place from which to blog. And then mid-week got even more busy and I didn’t have time to post and now it’s Friday and I still don’t have time, darnit, because I spent most of today trying to find out why other people haven’t gotten their work done and now I’m seriously behind on my daily word-count, argh! So this isn’t a real post either. This is the blog equivalent of wiping off the sink with a rag and shoving the dirty socks under the sofa, lest your guests think you have no sense of cleanliness and decorum at all. Ahem. In the meantime, here’s a picture of the thing that made me laugh the hardest today:
Sweater shorts. No, really. Originally published at Stacy King. You can comment here or there. Remember the strong bad clip where he figures his imagination's broke 'cause the best thing he can imagine is "beef... stew"? My meal at M+B Yummy tonight reveals that he was not so much unimaginative as he was prescient; connected, in a Childhood's End kind of way, to a future that had not yet been clear to him. I ate the special tonight, a vegan beef and pumpkin tibs-stew, along with vegan lasagna and salad, accompanied by the habitual sublime injera. It also came with a cupcake. It transported me out of my day, out of my body. It made me realize that food can, indeed, make one truly happy and that one should not accept less from their meals. It opened my eyes and my heart for a time, and lifted me into a state of contented celebration of who I was, what I was eating, and how I was able to experience it. It was ridiculously delicious. I am very happy. Some friends of mine have been working extremely hard on an anthology called Solipsistic Pop that will be launching this Sunday at the ICA and I really wanted to draw some attention to it. I've already been privileged enough to have a peek at the artwork and it's going to be such a fantastic and beautiful book. If you're in the London area I would *highly* recommend attending.
Matt got me a jar of Buckyballs.
Man I did a lot this past weekend, let's go for point form! Bevan and I followed up our La Roux concert experience with Bishop Allen this Friday. Two parties last night for Halloween. Good times!
Although New York tempts me with its cinematic offerings, London is the city that really knows how to lure me in: the bookstores. Oh, oh, the London bookstores. Specifically, the London esoteric bookstores, with their pedigrees and their events and their shelves stacked high with obscure grimoires and dusty alchemical texts. Oh! It sets my bibliophile heart aflutter, just thinking of it! Treadwell’s is top of my personal list, if only for the delightfully tempting list of titles and events listed on their webpage. They’re the newest of the lot, open less than six years now, but the owner has an academic background in medieval history and their selection seems both interesting and reasonably-priced (well, as far as antiquarian book collecting goes). Their lectures series is absolutely fascinating to me, and I’m likely to make Jim batty when we visit London by trying to plan our trip to accommodate some upcoming Treadwell’s speaker or event. Next on the tour is Atlantis Bookshop, one of London’s oldest occult bookshops. It should probably be first, given it was founded in 1922 by a group of magicians that included Austin Osman Spare, Dion Fortune and Aleister Crowley, and they do run another impressive series of events, lectures and pub nights. Chalk it up to nostalgia: Treadwell’s was the first bookstore I fell in love with online, and I’m still a bit sweet on them as a result. Finally, there’s Watkins Books, who almost got the top billing when I spotted the A.O. Spare book on the top of their Antiquarian page. (Then I spotted the price, which may well be reasonable for Spare’s extraordinarily rare works, but still!) Watkins was actually founded before Atlantis Bookshop, issuing their first catalog in 1987 and opening doors on their current location in 1901. W.B. Yeats used to shop here, and the original owner was a friend (and printer) for H P. Blavatsky, a key figure in the Victorian occult revival. Like I said, pedigree! Londonist.com has some lovely photos of all three shops in their Biblio-Text series: Treadwell’s, Watkins and Atlantis. Ah me. In lieu of an overseas trip, I’ll have to make time this weekend for a stop-in at The Monkey’s Paw, one of my favorite browsing spots in Toronto. They may not have a specific focus in esoteric/occult texts, but there’s always one or two books in their little glass shelf to make my heart go pit-a-pat. Originally published at Stacy King. You can comment here or there.
Last Friday I attended the La Roux concert at the Guvernment with my friend Bevan and her lover Paul. As much as I adore my adopted hometown of Toronto, there are times when I wish I lived elsewhere. Usually New York, and usually because of some film-related event. Like right now, when I’m staring at the schedule for the upcoming MOMA To Save and Project film festival. Newly restored versions of NANOOK OF THE NORTH and Frank Capra’s FORBIDDEN on the big screen? A showing of HAXAN: WITCHCRAFT THROUGH THE AGES, a 1922 silent Swedish film that’s been on my want-to-see list since I missed out on the last Toronto screening years ago due to schedule conflicts*? And – gem of gems – a restored print of Lotte Reiniger’s THE ADVENTURES OF PRINCE ACHMED? What a feast of old-timey cinematic glee! I’ve seen a few of Lotte Reiniger’s shorts, and outtakes from an unrestored version of ACHMED, but never the full film; hopefully, this new restoration will merit a DVD release (there’s one currently available, but I’ve been a bit hesitant about the transfer quality). Her life story is pretty interesting, and her influence resonates clearly among modern directors such as the Brothers Quay and Guy Maddin (in particular, the silhouette sequences in ARCHANGEL). “I love working for children, because they are a very critical and very thankful public.” – Lotte Reiniger (links via the Dangerous Minds blog) * – oh, and it turns out HAXAN is public domain and thus available online; the quality won’t be as nice as a print, of course, but I’ll have to give it a try this weekend, just to see. Originally published at Stacy King. You can comment here or there.
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