The sun is pure communism everywhere except in cities, where it's
private property. -Malcolm De Chazal, writer and painter (1902-1981)
Let's get all the animals for Christmas!!! I need a Smoosh cuddle from a kitten. Hi Smoosher! This is the cuddly animal you can look forward too, come Christmas morn!
more on Turkish novelists you will avoid reading: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/dec/12/pamuk-shafak-turkish-press-campaign
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Leah Palmer Preiss |
Hi Guy! Thanks for the latest link. Don't be so pessimistic! Who
know who wil read what! Anyway,
trust you are well. We are having an Open House on December 23rd, from
2:00 pm until 10:00 pm, so if you and Naughty Nancy are free and
available and interested, please drop by. It would be a delight to see
you both. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Patrick, Our friends are Canadians citizens of Irish heritage – Alan is a palliative care doctor so if you get a really bad hangover he can probably help. Gail is my Penticton duplicate partner. They spend three months in La Quinta every winter. We’d even be happy if you showed up on the 10th – it would be fun to have an overlap with Ann and Gary for one night, and we do have a 3rd bedroom. Peter
Hello Jugos! Keep advancing the date and we'll be in Palm Desert
to welcome you! At any rate, thanks for open-ended arrival time. We'll
be in touch as soon as we can confirm our own travel plans more
specifically bit it would be fun to have a"houseful" as you suggest. Cheers, Patrizzio! Pics: Last night, Aquabus, carol ships and some of lights at GI Market
Hi All, we're safely tucked in at the Medford Regency Inn. Drove for 11 hours
today, roads were perfect in spite of the huge wind storm that went
through this area last night. The news said that over 200,000 people
were without power. We didn't see any aftermath
proof of 140 miles an hour wind. Joan is afraid to drive so it's little old me!!
Wanted you to know
that I turned off the hot water valve and the other valve in my water
tank room in the entry way. I forgot to turn the heat way down, if you
would do that for me when you check on my place,
I would appreciate it.
Tks, miss you already! Joanne. Sounds good. We will look after the heat.
Wayne
Hello JT and JW!
Glad you are making such short shrift of the I5! Bravo! Onward!!
Fight!!! You will be happy to know, JT, that your ovelrlefts have gone
to a good cause: I ate most of the sausages for breakfast yesterday
morning and I put much of the chicken on the salad we had for dinner
last night. Half bottle of wine went down very well, as well, thank you
very much! Coriandre will use the ginger root tomorrow on some salmon
she is doing for dinner. Go away on hols more often!
Enjoy life back in the southern sun. Travel
safely. Cheers, Patrizzio! Pic: AL's Elf!
First ride since the Rain Gods abated their torrents! What a wonderful
day, sunny without horrendous head winds, although Aeolus managed to
keep "in my face", and maddeningly so, no matter which direction I rode!
Just as I was spurting along the Seawall, past Aquatic Centre, the bike
path is fairly close to the water and what should I see but Wile E
Coyote, relaxed as all get out, posing for pictures, iPhones clicking
away, and not at all fussed by passersby! I suggested to him that he
might well dine on a few of the Canada Geese thereabouts!
Ho Ho Ho Merry merry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynFWe6TssU0
Some of the expressions and lines are brilliant, but of course I love the bird at the end.
Hi Brenda Louise! What a great vid! Was Picasso the "voice coach" for the cheeky bird at the end? Chloë wanted to adopt all of the animals featured!
Glorious day here yesterday so I took advantage of the change in the
weather. First ride since the Rain Gods abated their torrents! What a
simply wonderful day, sunny without horrendous head winds, although
Aeolus managed to keep "in my face", and maddeningly so, no matter which
direction I rode! English Bay was but a huge silver mirror and from
certain perspectives the freighters there looked stacked atop one
another at times. Just as I was spurting along the Seawall, past
Aquatic Centre, the bike path is fairly close to the water and what
should I see but Wile E Coyote, relaxed as all get out, posing for
pictures, iPhones clicking away, and not at all fussed by passersby! I
suggested to him that he might well dine on a few
of the Canada Geese thereabouts!
After three Prospect Point Hill
loops I made for UBC, via Spanish Banks and did my regular run past
campus to Crown and then back to be home by 4:30 pm.
Stats for today's ride:
Time for a shower
and change and a mug of java with a goodly chunk of Clarisse's latest
banana cake confection. Made with white chocolate and heavenly! After I
was re-fueled I readied myself to walk over to GI to catch the Aquabus. I
was meeting Cora Lee at VanCity at 6:30 pm to see 1,000 Times
Goodnight. She had been working her shift at The Bookmark so she was
just going to walk from the library after it was over at 6:00 pm.
Couldn't find her in the theater but I sat next to a seat that had a
coat and purse on it, assuming hse might have been in the washroom. Not
so, as someone else sat down there just as the film credits started to
roll! A few seconds later I saw her, peering into the relative darkness,
popcorn and wine in hand, searching for me. I waved repeatedly and at
long last she made it to seat beside me without spilling a drop or a
kernel.
Not sure if you know anything about the film. I'd only read about it a few days ago:
"These
days, almost every mom is forced to juggle her domestic life with her
professional one, and it’s rarely easy. But few parents routinely head
off into conflict zones for a living. For a war photographer like
Rebecca (Juliette Binoche), her job depends
on getting as close to violence as she can. And it’s not just a job,
but a calling: she wants to make a difference; she knows she has talent,
she wants to make it count. Naturally her husband and two children
don’t see things the same way…
Binoche delivers another luminous
performance in this probing drama, written and directed by Erik Poppe, a
former photojournalist himself. Surprisingly, perhaps, the movie lays
greater stress on Rebecca’s home life than her experiences in the field
(though
there are a couple of searing sequences in conflict zones). Not that
home is necessarily less stressful or traumatic. She loves her kids of
course, but Rebecca is clearly in her element when she’s working; war
is her comfort zone. Recovering from a bomb blast, Rebecca is forced to
wrestle with her conscience and try to reconcile her responsibilities to
her family with her political convictions. It’s a dilemma that will
strike a chord with many who have never
been within a thousand miles of a battle or a famine.
"What makes 1,000 Times Good Night more than a dramatic essay
on wartime journalism is Ms. Binoche’s wrenchingly honest portrayal of a
woman of conscience driven by a mixture of guilt, nobility and
self-importance, reckoning belatedly with her destructive
impulses […] Even when Ms. Binoche smiles, it registers as a shadow of
sorrow on the face of someone who has seen too much of the world’s
horrors to forget them. She is one of a few screen actors who can convey
multiple conflicting emotions in a single glance.
With an astonishing transparency, she disappears into the truth of her
characters." Stephen Holden,
The New York Times"
As the review
indicates it was an incredibly powerful film with all the actors
providing stellar performances. The two daughters, Steph and Lisa,
capture their roles as typical siblings. Lauryn Canny, as the older
sister understands more yet Adrianna Cramer Curtis gives a wrenching
portrayal of a younger child, providing flashes of innocent humour, much
needed to relieve the terrible tension which consumes the family. In
another interesting role, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, of Jaime Lannister
fame, plays Marcus, the tortured husband, torn apart by his love for
Rebecca and the nighmare of danger and death she courts. Not an easy
movie but one which examines desperate global issues, (One example is
the opening scene in which Rebecca photographs a group of mourners,
wailing at a desert gravesite. Her camera pans to the face of the woman
lying at the bottom of the grave and suddenly her eyes open. The
viewer slowly comes to realize that this ritual is being enacted because
the woman in question is being readied for a suicide bomb mission! Talk
about sitting on the edge of one's seat!), through the literal eye of
the personal.
After the showing we walked back to the foot of Hornby to catch the Aquabus home. Enjoyed
a few of the carol ships which passed by after we had made the crossing
to the GI side of False Creek. Fondestos and Cheers, Patrizzio!
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