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Finally Friday
August 28, 2004 by Gail
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Updates, Updates, Updates
August 18, 2004 by Gail
Tonight’s the night. I’m actually at home, working, but I think I’ll be able to post some updates to the blog this evening. That is, if I don’t fall asleep, first.
EDIT: Yup, I fell asleep…
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Friday the 13th
August 14, 2004 by Gail
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Sunshine Coast Monday
August 10, 2004 by Gail
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Weekend Postmortem: Saturday
August 10, 2004 by Gail
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Fireworks: Spain
August 5, 2004 by Gail
This was by accident… I didn’t put my camera on the proper setting, but it made for an interesting effect.
I’d invited some friends over to watch the fireworks display for Spain, so I picked up some nosh after work and made a batch of homebrewed sangria. I hadn’t made sangia since the fireworks last year, when Christa stayed here, and May and a bunch of people came over. We made SO MUCH sangria that we were still on the same batch by the time Steve showed up, but he drank it and didn’t drop dead, so it can’t have been that toxic!! Well, see for yourself.
Eliza and Tom got a fresh batch, though, so we were fine…
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Postcards
August 4, 2004 by Gail
Just received today’s post, and here’s a wacky postcard from Copenhagen, courtesy of Jorgen.
“Our Beer” is the standard euphemism for Carlsberg,” he says.
This photo is clearly reminiscent of my Mud Mask Week avatar. Or, a thinly-veiled piss-take! *chuckle*
Postcard from last week, sent by Karl during his business trip to Florida. I was bugging him about being a tacky tourist, so he sent along a postcard that didn’t have Disney World on it.
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Before Sunset
August 4, 2004 by Gail
… was FANTASTIC! Eliza and I loved it!!
Official Website for “Before Sunset”
This film is not going to appeal to anyone who is completely cynical about romantic love. Oddly, neither Eliza nor I are particularly romantic people in the conventional sense, but this film approaches the concept in a much more realistic way; its treatment is much more subtle and steeped in the awkward moments that occur between two people who’ve spent years apart physically, only to spend that time continuously and emotionally reliving the short moments they had together one night, nine years ago. All the fantasies collide and internalise/externalise in the 90 real-time minutes they spend together in this film, and I was fascinated by the feeling of fluidity and spontaneity in the cinematography and dialogue. It all felt so real, strangely enough because so much of it felt so familiar — it was only three months ago that I was in Paris, walking along the bank of the Seine with Claire, and persuading her to take a touristy boat trip along the river. We had conversations of a similar nature, in the shadow of Paris’ many bridges overhead and with national landmarks such as the Notre Dame as our backdrop. It had that surreal feeling, the kind where you can be semi-detached from your surroundings, yet feel “in the moment”…
I just checked my phone — Claire phoned and left a voicemail while I was in the cinema. Her ears must’ve been burning.
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Backwards
August 3, 2004 by Gail
So, I’m kinda doing things a little different recently… posting photos first, adding text later. Last night I added text to the latest post first, working my way backwards, but I still have three posts to add some text to. I’ve got scads of e-mail waiting for replies, I’m backlogged with some other stuff, and I’ve got people coming over tomorrow. But when a friend called from Toronto this evening, I dropped everything so we could have a great ol’ gab. I much prefer phone calls to e-mail for catching up with people. For one thing, it’s more efficient this way — I write long-winded, rambling e-mails that take forever to compose. I mull things over, check my grammar and spelling, and basically make a nuisance of myself to get it to read properly. Easier just to phone.
I don’t know why, but I had so many wrong numbers today — people calling numbers quite different from mine, which makes me wonder if it’s a problem with Primus TalkBroadband??? Am going to check out the film Before Sunset tonight, so I’d better scoot…
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Pride Parade
August 2, 2004 by Gail
It’s the annual Pride Parade in Vancouver, and this is the first year since I began volunteering at A Loving Spoonful in ’99 that I haven’t been involved in some way, shape, or form, in the parade float. Last year I sequestered myself at the office to study for final exams, but I gave some stuff to the ALS office to decorate the float with. The year before, I helped blow up hundreds of balloons to tie to the float… that one was rather complicated — it even had a bubble machine on board. And every year they use my parking spot because the parade ends right in front of my building, so I’m wondering if they tried to send e-mail during my Telus snafu and I have dropped off the distribution list?? Will have to find out.
Anyway, as seen here, the weather was clear and sunny. What you don’t see is the heat — I saw a giant hot dog on rollerblades, and all I could think of was *pun alert*: man, that is one hot dog!!!
EDIT: Added a little videoclip, 33 seconds long, 4.9MBs.
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