What do you mean, you think curling is boring? Golf is boring! Baseball is boring! Curling, now; curling is like chess on ice, requiring a mind able to think several moves ahead, a flexible team able to adapt to quickly changing ice conditions, and physical stamina.
I have only one last thing to say: forty-two pounds of Scottish granite.
Woo-hoo! The Canadian women�s Olympic curling team is now at 2-0! Go Kelly!
Did I mention that curling is the only sport that I ever clicked with? Yes indeed; I even curled competitively, ending up at the junior provincial championship in 1989. That�s how I ruined my knees. Painful, but fun. If I curl nowadays, I must wear a large, unattractive, very electric blue brace on my left leg (with red accents to make it go faster). Teammates have been known to insinuate that it�s a secret weapon. I’m still uncertain as to whether it’s a scare tactic, or whether they’re just trying to make me feel better…
Speaking of the CBC� Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (henceforth LOTR1) has thirteen Oscar nominations. Thirteen. I am of the opinion that Home Run should call Bill and me back for another Siskel & Ebert session on the merits of these nominations. Heck, they should just give us our own show.
Anyone else think that the little fanfare CBC Radio Two is using for the Olympic updates before the hourly news sounds like the Back to the Future theme? They’re probably using it on CBC Radio One as well. You have to time it right to catch it… aim for around 5 minutes before the hour.
No, seriously.
Woo-hoo! The Oscar nominations are up! Normally I couldn’t give a damn, but this will be an interesting year, what with all the animated movies and films-based-on-fantasy-books-that-were-fine-on-their-own-merit that were released. I have conflicting emotions concerning movie adaptations. On one hand, they completely destroy the book (oh, come on, you know it’s true); even if the adaptation is “faithful” you can never go back to the book and read it the way you read it before a director, set of actors, and set designers interpreted it and sold it to squintillions of viewers. On the other hand, however, sales of the original book go skyrocketing, which can only do people good. The world should read more. (We will not, I repeat, WILL NOT discuss movie covers on books. Hold me back.)
Anywhats. Check it out.
74th Annual Academy Awards
Goodness, you�re all just so thirsty for knowledge, aren’t you. Ten points to you all.”Who” is just so subjective, don’t you think? Who I am changes daily, what with cells replacing themselves, ideas evolving, new skills acquired, old skills falling by the wayside�
So instead, I’ll toss out a semi-random spray of info; little packets that you can assemble into whatever order you like and construct your own mental version of the Author.
I’m a Savoyard, and a mezzo-soprano; I sing with Lakeshore Light Opera. I love foxes. My home is decorated with blades and Pre-Raphaelite prints. I’ve played the cello since 1994, and I currently play with the Lakeshore Chamber Orchestra. I work in a bookshop. I possess a Magisteriate in English Literature. I love fountain pens, and dip pens are my newest experiment. I dislike being rushed, and being told I should or shouldn’t do something is the most direct route to making sure I will not/will do it (or at least consider not doing it). I like being outside, but bugs diminish the enjoyment. Rowan trees are nifty. So is mythology, and spirituality, and metaphysics. Rain is fun. Floods are not. Good friends are invaluable, and I have a bunch of them, some who are new, some who have been around for over a decade. Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor. Sometimes I can be in a crowded room and be quite alone. Then again, sometimes I can be in an empty room and be overcome by companionship. Star Wars, not Star Trek (but Trek’s okay too). Not enough people are taught Shakespeare properly. Jane Austen rules. The Bard is the most under-appreciated character in any AD&D campaign.
Oh, and be ye warned — books will show up a lot as a topic. We’ll focus on why some other time, or else my work of the day will lie untouched and management will gently ask why the heck they’re paying me. But for the moment, I’m reading:
CURRENT READING:
Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson. Run, don’t walk. Gems range from:
“Commemorating the Holocaust is not, not not not not not, the same thing as fighting to prevent future holocausts. Most of the commemorators are just whiners. They think that if everyone feels bad about past holocausts, human nature will magically transform, and no one will want to commit genocide in the future.” (pp.401)
… to…
“But now, Shaftoe, you are in the Army, and in the Army we actually have certain wonderful innovations, such as strategy and tactics, which certain admirals would be well-advised to acquaint themselves with.” (pp.619)
Query #2: Whose fault is it, anyway?
Three. The perpetrators are three in number. Their names, so that you may alternatively praise them or curse them, are, in order of suggesting that I record my musings:
Eric
There. My work is here done. For the nonce