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February, 2012

  1. Live Storytime On CBC Radio’s Definitely Not The Opera

    February 29, 2012 by Gail

    my swag from the live taping of CBC Radio's "Definitely Not The Opera" with Sook-Yin Lee

    swag for a story

    https://www.facebook.com/yourdnto

    I may or may not have mentioned before that I’m a big fan of DNTO (“Definitely Not The Opera”) and listen to the podcasts if I’m not near a radio on Saturday afternoons. When they announced a live taping in Toronto, I was on it like nobody’s business, immediately emailing for a ticket. They confirmed the ticket — the next day, I think? — and yesterday they announced that there would be some audience participation in the form of stories around the theme “In Over Your Head”, specifically about:

    - home renos
    - parenting/babysitting
    - at work
    - exercise / physical activity

    You know, I have stories for ALL of those topics, but the first one that came to mind yesterday was about babysitting.

    So I thought about it today, and when the five of us arrived at The Tranzac to find good seats, I flagged down one of the show’s producers to tell him I had a story. When I gave him the rundown he laughed and said I was the only one with a babysitting story and that he’d try and put me in the show. Soon after, he came by to confirm that I was in the show and he wanted me to sit in the front row.

    Eeek!

    I have very little experience in public speaking, but all occasions were rather high-pressure: speech at my cousin’s Vancouver wedding in September 2003 (I introduced her to hubby), emceeing a retirement party I hosted at a Vancouver hotel in November 2003 (my employers), David’s memorial in Pennsylvania on December 2005, Vinny’s memorial in Germany in March 2006, and the last time was Arliin’s memorial in January 2008.

    Weddings, retirement, funerals. It was high time I told a story where it didn’t make people cry, don’t you think? I’d much rather make people laugh.

    Marin joined me in the front row for moral support while the others stayed at the side. When it came time for audience stories, of which there turned out to be only two (the other participants were doing other things), I was asked to stand along with another guy. I stood behind him… on purpose, because I didn’t want to go first. I really dislike going first.

    Guess who went first?

    For some reason, Sook-Yin Lee didn’t point the microphone at the guy standing closer to her, she looked straight at me and I panicked…

    “So what happened that made you feel in over your head and stressed out?” she said.

    All I could think of was, “You making me go first!”

    She even requested they turn UP the lights so I could see out into the sea of people, but I couldn’t bring myself look out there and said, “Um, I think I’ll just look at you instead.” I thought it would be easier to think of me just telling a story to ONE person, like two people in a cafe, rather than the whole country.

    The rest was a blur, but I did vaguely hear through the rush of blood in my ears the muffled sound of laughter from light years away, and I did remember the one thing I made sure I said to close the story.

    If you want to hear the “In Over Your Head” stories, stay tuned to Definitely Not The Opera this Saturday, March 3. You can always hear it later on the podcast soon after that, too.

    The rest of these photos below were taken with my cameraphone. I tried to shoot a video of a random guy from the audience volunteering to try balut (don’t click unless you have a strong stomach!), but my Android stopped recording partway! Oh no! So I just have some pictures instead and one minute of video.

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  2. Map: World Food Statistics

    February 28, 2012 by Gail

    Map: World Food Statistics

    Part of the Food for 9 Billion project

    This map of World Food Statistics compiled by the Center For Investigative Reporting, the U.S.’s oldest non-profit investigative news organization, is the most fascinating set of visually-presented data I’ve seen in recent memory. You can compile this information yourself as the sources are all publicly available, but this javascript map does the work for you in a simple way, allowing you to compare countries with a mouse hover rather than scrolling through tables of data. Roll over any country for a snapshot of its food situation. Compare countries by using the drop-down menu.

    As you can see by the screencap of Canada’s stats, it includes other data such as water resources (ours is HUGE) and CO2 emissions. We are among the top 10 emitters of greenhouse gases per capita.

    Another interesting statistic to compare is percent of income spent on food. The USA spends a relatively small percentage of income on food (6.4%, less than any other country on this map), yet three-quarters of Americans are overweight, one-third are obese, and 8% have diabetes. There is obviously something very wrong with not making food a priority, especially because it affects health directly.

    I love statistics, but even if the mere idea of stats puts you to sleep, the information provided in this map may surprise you. Check it out.

    via The Better U Foundation

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  3. Sunset Over Niagara-on-the-Lake

    February 27, 2012 by Gail

    Niagara-on-the-Lake

    Niagara-on-the-Lake

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  4. Red Moon Collective Jam: The Preview

    February 26, 2012 by Gail

    Red Moon Collective

    Wow. A roomful of talent at the Red Moon Collective’s monthly jam in Loft 210 (263 Adelaide Street). A proper post later, but for now 10 photos before I crash to recharge for a busy Sunday of talking all day at the Vintage Hotels annual wedding show, Niagara-on-the-Lake.

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

    Red Moon Collective

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  5. Pina (2011)

    February 24, 2012 by Gail

    Tonight I went to my neighbourhood non-profit cinema* and watched Pina tonight in 2D, although it was filmed in 3D. It may actually be the first film I’ll consider watching in 3D. It completely drew me in.

    IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1440266/

    I went to the film knowing little about it, other than it was a film by German director Wim Wenders and it was about a choreographer named Pina Bausch. I knew it was about dance. Pina died suddenly, two days before the shooting of the film in 2009. All this I learned only from listening to Wender’s CBC Radio interview with Jian Ghomeshi one morning on Q (full interview on YouTube). The interview itself was very interesting — I found Wenders an intriguing person and something told me I would like his film.

    After the film, I went to The Local (next door) for food and drinks so now I’m too sleepy to write anything more than a bunch of bullet points versus a thoughtful critique. Here goes:

    • Don’t expect it to be a documentary. It’s a rather misleading category. It’s a tribute to Pina Bausch, not a biographical story about her life or her work.
    • If modern dance is not your thing, be patient through the opening scene because it gets more interesting after that.
    • I like the way the film concentrated on the way Pina’s dancers’ remembered her and described her (1).
    • I liked that the dancers spoke mostly in their native tongues (there were many nationalities) and were subtitled.
    • I did not mind that there was next to no dialogue. It’s a film about dance, that’s the lingua franca.
    • My favourite dance sequence is Ditta’s. (I haven’t found a clip of it yet.)
    • I appreciated that the dancers were all different ages, shapes, and sizes.
    • … more (after a well-deserved sleep)

     
    (1) This is the best description of a person than anything else. The stats don’t matter (age, education, marital status), it is how you live, how you affect others, that will be “you” after you are gone.

    * Another reason why I love my neighbourhood — I can see a film at short notice and walk there.

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  6. Hospital Runs, Leaky Tires, Laundromats, and Locking Myself Out (Again)

    February 24, 2012 by Gail

    eerily empty dog park

    eerily empty dog park

    Some days are longer than others (especially for me — I never go to bed or wake up at the same time), but Thursday was extra long. And random.

    It began within an hour of sunrise, when I picked up a patient to bring to the hospital for blood tests and chemo. Thankfully, that hospital happens to be in my own neighbourhood — rather important to this story — because that’s when I noticed a rumbling/rattling sound. The patient heard it, too, and I knew I had to investigate it pretty quickly if her treatment finished in time for me to take her back home.

    I dropped her off, noticed I was nearly out of gas, and headed to the cheapest station on the west side. Enroute, I stopped to have a look at the tires and saw that the rear passenger’s side tire was dangerously flat. I was torn whether to go in the opposite direction to the gas station where I get free air (I know, paying for air is ridiculous which is why I go there) or to the closer, cheap gas station where I’d have to pay for air. You know what? Proximity won. I didn’t think driving on a nearly-flat tire was a good idea and I’d be paying more than 50c in fuel just to reach the other station.

    I thought I’d solved the problem by putting air in my tire. I wish! The rattling sound did go away, but soon I had another problem on my hands.

    The chemo treatment was slated to be finished around the time I get ready to go to work, so I bumped everything forward and got ready earlier to drive the patient home if she was done in time. I got the call at the latest time I could leave, and I dashed out the door a little too quickly, grabbing the WRONG KEYS on the way out. I grabbed the spare car keys, not my main set of keys with the apartment keys and car keys together. I discovered this when I tried to lock the front door and realized that I had no key, then came the sinking feeling when I realized I’d locked the apartment door behind me.

    I couldn’t do anything right away, the patient was waiting for me. I carried on to the hospital trying to figure out what to do, and decided I’d try and get in myself. The patient thought that was pretty funny, and I promised her I’d let her know how things went once our paths crossed again.

    After I dropped her off I headed straight to the hardware store, remembering when this happened before and how I was able to get in. At least I had my wallet and phone with me and wasn’t locked in the basement! Ever the optimist, that’s me.

    I ran into the local hardware store (without buying a parking voucher, now that’s tempting fate!) and bought a tool that most closely resembled what the Albanian guy used to get me into my apartment. The hardware shop owner also thought it was pretty funny that I was planning to break into my own place.

    “If I don’t come back for another tool,” I said, “you’ll know I was successful!”

    And I was! I was also elated that I didn’t have to drag anyone else into this mess or hire a locksmith, or spend more than five bucks plus change to get myself back in.

    What a morning. I hadn’t even gone to work yet!

    On the way to the streetcar stop, I passed by my car. The tire I’d just pumped up was flat again! What the…? That’s not even a slow leak, that was full-to-flat in a couple of hours. There was nothing I could do until I finished work, so I carried on and decided to deal with this later. The forecast calls for a snowstorm in the early morning, so I knew I’d better hurry up and get this problem fixed as the weather has a nasty way of tying up mechanics.

    On the walk home, I spotted this vanity plate:

    they don't call 'em vanity plates for nothin'

    they don't call 'em vanity plates for nothin'

    Before I reached the house I checked the tire again, and no, it hadn’t miraculously filled back up again. That would’ve been nice, wouldn’t it?

    Instead I took it to the professionals to figure it out.

    my TV-watching is confined to airport lounges and the mechanics

    my TV-watching is confined to airport lounges and the mechanics -- where it's all in Portuguese

    With the mechanics, I had to no idea what the problem was or how much it would cost to fix it. Thankfully, it turned out to be a seal in the tire rim that needed replacing, Less than $30 later, I was on my way again. Another problem out of the way.

    Then I got rather ambitious with what was left of my day: launder everything? There was only one way I could do it:

    trying not to be hypnotized by the dryers

    trying not to be hypnotized by the dryers

    After throwing everything into bags and the car, I just squeaked in under the deadline for the last wash of the night (10pm). Mission accomplished!

    And that, folks, was Thursday…

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  7. Walking Home: Month Eight

    February 23, 2012 by Gail

    obedience training next to the dog park

    obedience training next to the dog park

    I’ve managed somehow to keep up this walking home business for nearly three quarters of a year now and I’m very pleased with myself for sticking to it, especially through the heat waves and the winter. I think it’s very easy to embark on a new health kick, only to lose interest or consistency/commitment. It’s been said before that for long-term change to take place, it has to become part of the routine, it has to become habitual. Otherwise it’s a phase that passes and then you find yourself back at square one.

    Now that walking home has become a way of life, I’m ready for the next challenge… I need to do some strength training, but I hate the gym. I won’t last. My gym rat days were over a long time ago and I don’t want to go back, even though I’d love to have back the body I got as a result of strict training. Being married to a triathlete and personal trainer had its benefits.

    I’m not into group exercise, either. I like team sports, but straight exercise I’d rather do on my own. So the appealing choices left are: join a recreational league (playing –volleyball?–), or maybe something like boxing. There’s a boxing gym just up the street from me. I’ll have to investigate this further. In the meantime I’d better hit the sack as I’ve got a patient to drive rather early.

    The pictures below are from King Street West, between Niagara Street and Atlantic Avenue.

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  8. Boys Without Girls

    February 22, 2012 by Gail

    My friend Jan of Red Gecko Productions just released his parody music video of the Pet Shop Boys’ “West End Girls” by local comedy troupe Plum Thunder, and it is funny! I don’t know why, but the scene with the slide is so pathetic I had to watch it a few times :D It’s probably funnier if you live in Toronto because there are lots of reference jokes, but I’m sure you’ll get most of them whether you live here or not.

    Check out http://www.plumthunder.ca and http://www.red-gecko-productions.com

    STARRING
    Bryan Paccagnella
    Troy Martin
    Cara Stephenson

    SHOT & EDITED BY
    Jan Keck

    MUSIC BY
    Bryan Paccagnella

    SOUND RECORDING BY
    Ugo Troccoli

    PRODUCTION ASSISTANT
    Natalia Kantor

    SET PHOTOGRAPHY
    Quirien Wijnberg

    PRODUCED BY
    Red Gecko Productions

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  9. A Newfound Respect For Lacrosse

    February 21, 2012 by Gail

    I uploaded a short clip I shot on Saturday with my phone, but it’s only 45 seconds of play that took place mostly at the other end of the field. To show you more of the game I’ve embedded Saturday’s highlights reel from NLL (National Lacrosse League) below so you can see the speed.

    I’d never seen lacrosse before, and it wasn’t one of the sports I’d learned how to referee in my Grade 12 PhysEd class (we focused on the major ones), which meant I had to figure out the rules of play by watching it. I could’ve read up on the rules beforehand and used it as reference, but instead I went to the game at the Air Canada Centre with a fellow photographer, Pete, who also had never seen a lacrosse match, and we compared it to the sports we knew.

    As far as similarities, at first lacrosse seemed the closest to hockey — there was even a penalty box — but with a 30-second clock, to me that was more like basketball (which has a 24-second clock). It reminded me a lot of playing floor hockey (I only played floor because my skating wasn’t good enough for ice hockey).

    I had to look up the rules today, because even watching an entire match required a fair amount of guesswork as to how to play it properly.

    http://www.willowdalesportsclub.com/lacrossebasicrules.html

    One thing I noticed immediately about watching lacrosse is the sheer speed of the game. Compared to all other sports I’ve seen live, whether team or individual sports including tennis, basketball, hockey, rugby, cricket, baseball, gridiron, soccer, and whatever else, lacrosse has the least stoppage of play. The field may not be as big as a soccer pitch, but the players are running constantly, the plays are long, and the whistle is not blown nearly as often. There was some frustrated pushing but no out-and-out brawls, and it doesn’t appear that fighting is encouraged (unlike hockey).

    I was pretty fascinated by the way the players wield their lacrosse sticks, using a twisting motion to keep the ball from dropping or bouncing out. They catch and run with the balls in the basket at the end of the stick, and the passing techniques are impressive. Even as a viewer, it takes some adjustment to track a higher field of play compared to hockey, where the puck is sliding around the ice and the sticks are kept to ice level and players are looking down a lot. In lacrosse, the sticks are high, the ball is thrown and tossed high, and the players have their heads up all the time.

    Pete was impressed, too. In the first half of the game he compared the playing style to that of a three-dimensional hockey game where the object of play (a ball, in this case) has another dimension to travel through rather than just at a single, low level.

    I doubt lacrosse will ever break through commercially as a Major League, but if you appreciate athleticism in all its forms, you will enjoy watching what these players do.

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  10. That’s Enough Vertigo For One Day

    February 20, 2012 by Gail

    Scarborough Bluffs

    Scarborough Bluffs - the view from the top

    Scarborough Bluffs

    Scarborough Bluffs - the view from below

    Although the prospect of spending a long weekend in Toronto instead of being At Large did vex me for a while, I finally conceded that I had a lot of things to do and a three-day weekend was the best time to do it. The Disappearing Long Weekend is one of the unfortunate conditions of freelancing that I deal with in my own way, namely by squandering all that theoretical work time, eg., by going to an NBA game, an NLL game, brunches, dinners, and shooting outside.

    This is how I know I’d make a terrible academic: don’t make me sit through a class, I need to be out in the field!

    This morning I got up before dawn and about an hour after the sun rose, took my camera to the Scarborough Bluffs, where I tried to go last weekend except the weather did not cooperate. This morning it most certainly did.

    People, I haven’t been to the Scarborough Bluffs since I arrived in Toronto in 2006. At least I went twice that first year, but I didn’t even own a DSLR back then, that’s how long it’s been. But I don’t want to be one of those Torontonians who can’t be bothered to venture to the opposite side of Yonge Street unless it’s for a good reason — I’ll go anywhere, anytime. This time nature called, and if there’s one thing I miss about BC, it’s nature. So I answered the call, even if it came from the other end of the Gardiner Expressway.

    Scarborough Bluffs

    The distinct advantage of going to the Bluffs on a holiday Monday morning is that I had the place practically all to myself. It was peaceful and calm.

    Scarborough Bluffs

    Peaceful and calm enough that the wildlife didn’t get scared away.

    Can you ID this critter? It was rustling around in the pampas grass for ages while I stood and waited for it to appear. By all the crashing around I thought it was a deer, so imagine my surprise when this little thing emerged like a drunken sailor who just peed in the bushes. When I first caught a fleeting glimpse in the grass I thought “muskrat?” but then I saw its rather small head and thought “marmot?”. But then I looked up marmot and it hardly resembled a marmot. My friend Kevin says it’s a mink and I’m inclined to agree. I did a rather extreme digital crop to show him/her better.

    zoomed in to try and ID this animal...

    After about an hour of shooting at lake level, I decided to venture back up to street level to see if I could find the entrance to reach the top of the bluffs. It didn’t take long before I found an opening to Bluffers Park at Chine Road and I walked to a vantage point at the western end of the bluffs. There I had a long conversation with a guy about camera equipment while he played fetch with his dog. (My main tip for hobbyists is to always buy equipment used. There is really no need to buy anything new unless money is burning a hole in your pocket.)

    Scarborough Bluffs

    I knew there would be more scenic spots along the bluffs and continued along the fence until I found an opening with the most warning signs to keep away from the edge. Because that’s how you know you’re in the best spot — it’s the most dangerous!

    Honestly, that edge gave me serious vertigo. I could even hear the cliff eroding; there were rocks falling every couple of minutes. I imagined the chunk of earth beneath me give way, and the thought of it made my palms clammy.

    Scarborough Bluffs

    The signs are necessary, it’s a long way down to the bottom…

    Scarborough Bluffs

    This was the closest I got to the edge — there was no way I was hanging over it to look down, it reminded me too much of when I was in San Francisco in 2008, shooting at the Marin Headlands with Kevin. He was looking through the viewfinder of a Hawkeye Brownie, then suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream that nearly sent both of us off the edge. Turns out he was so intent on peering through the viewfinder (with Brownies you have to look straight down into the camera) that he didn’t realize how close he was to the edge. When he finally looked up, he was practically there and freaked right out. I would’ve, too, but he nearly gave me a heart attack! Here we are nearly four years later and I can still remember that scream. Have camera need railing, I say.

    The best I could do this morning was to lean up against that last tree to take these pictures, hoping the tree wouldn’t pick that moment to fall into Lake Ontario.

    Scarborough Bluffs

    While I was taking photos a woman walking her dog informed me that two people fell off the bluffs last year, and a dog went over, too. That’s enough to make shivers go up your spine, even if you don’t get vertigo.

    At any rate, that’s enough vertigo for me for one day. Scratch that, it’s enough vertigo for another YEAR. Let’s have some pictures after all that mind-over-matter.

    full-screen slideshow
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    – or a smaller slideshow below:

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