21.7.06

A couple of weekends ago I went to the National Gallery. Mostly to see the building, which I ride by most days. Is that wrong? It's full of light and glass but the corridors take ages to walk across. And the art was... not so inspiring. Traditional. But for one thing. Shards of this piece stuck in my brain and I can't shake them off.

Eve Sussman's 89 Seconds in Alcazar recreates an iconic Velazquez painting, often called the best work of Western painting. Mathematical formulas let art historians dissect the painting to show its mastery of geometry and measurable visual rhythm.

I loved this video. It treated the painting as both a work (a job, an effort by a man) and as a tiny point in the larger expanse of life.

From the bright exposure of the Modern Gallery, you enter a room that is completely dark. It takes more than thirty seconds for your eyes to readjust themselves. Against the 15-foot wall is projected a dwarf stoking a fire. Then whispering. Then a little girl in a ridiculous wedding-cake of a dress. Then the famous painting crystallizes for an instant. But the dog rolls onto its back. The painter moves his brush. People move on.

"Capturing the enticing mystery of Las Meninas, [Sussman] lets us glimpse the intricate dance of chance that might have led up to this moment. In place of Velázquez's horizontal quarters and vertical sevenths, Sussman parses human relationships. A chamberlain whispers to the king; a dwarf tends the fire; a lady-in-waiting bows to the queen. Instead of Velázquez's triangles within triangles, we get groupings that form, dissolve, and re-form as if by accident, design, or some implacable royal protocol. In the absence of Velázquez's luscious brushwork, we get the velvety atmosphere of high-definition video. Finally, in addition to mimicking the multiple yet equal focal points of Velázquez, Sussman takes you into the room in the Alcázar, the Spanish summer royal palace, where these 11 people and one dog converged that day in 1656."
--- The Village Voice

Oh my god. Before you die of pretentiousness, hear me out. This video rocks.

14.7.06

More Canada Day adventures to come, but first...

101 in 1001

A to-do list of 101 things in 1001 days. That's quite a long time, but I've got to get cracking on this list. More will be added to my ever-evolving striving...


1. Trans Siberian Express. This has been my dream for at least 5 years. I want to go from the hot and dirty Communist Beijing to St. Petersburg heavy with history. Anria and I will definitely do this by 2008. I want to drink from Samovars and have soup dumplings along the Grea Wall.

2. Attend a stitch n' bitch in Ottawa. They have a great one called Spins and Needles where crafty ladies and boys meet up and share punk crafts. I'll be there. Hopefully they won't mock my needlepoint.

3. Freelance 10 articles.

4. Try a different (new) vegetable every week. Also: go to Farmer's Markets and see what's in season.

5. Get a massage and lose my fear of being pummeled to death. I've only had them in Thailand where... painful! I hate massages but am willing to change my mind.

6. Keep my bedroom floor uncluttered for 2 weeks. Consecutively. My parents are chuckling ruefully with this one. It CAN be done.

7. Rock climbing.

8. Speak French more fluently. By more I mean at all.

9. Throw a frisbee better. Stop hitting people immediately to my left, and actually toss the frisbee where it's supposed to go.

10. See Lenin's embalmed body before he totally decomposes or is buried.

11. Learn how to put on makeup.

12. Cooking classes.

13. Hold a full-time job. Not sure if I can complete this in 1001 days, what with my enduring wanderlust.

14. Visit California. So many people I love are there, along with citrus and beaches and fresh fruit and the sun. Get a tan and call it Rodeo Drive (like yee haw! rodeo). See movie stahs.

15. Reconnect with 3 friends. My friends have scattered across the earth -- I want to keep in touch with them. Don't let laziness win!

16. Make an earrings-holder. So they don't just fall to the bottom of my purse and get dented by the purse gods.

17. Buy sexy boots for winter. I love wearing skirts, but it gets to 25-below. Maybe this will help.

18. Blog twice a week. Don't worry about words falling out of your head, you'll have something to say.

19. Fight the need to own nothing. It won't kill me to buy a lamp or a couch. Stuff is not always an anchor holding you back.

10.7.06

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CANADA!!!

Woo. Yeeeah. All right, I know it was last week but a lady updates when the whimsy takes her. I don't play by no 'calendar rules'. That's why I carry a sundial and celebrate the solstice. Don't let those Gregorians tell you what to do. [Yes I got too much sun this weekend. How did you know?]

Pretend it's last week. Denise and Andria came to visit *happy dance*. It was a glorious time of parades and walking and hot dogs and
Sadly my cotton candy search went unfulfilled. Every crap merchant in the land descended on Capital City, yet I could not find a pink cloud of sugar to save my life. Now I'm jonesing for the pink stuff.


This one time! at Commie Camp! we had a carnival. Kids were split up into colour teams (remember it was unquestionably easy to have a Tie-dye team?). They completed tasks for rewards of fake paper money, "Zoonies". I think it was to teach us about the illusion of monetary value. At the end of the day, we were left with soggy coloured paper that was worth less than tech stocks. So lesson learned. Anywhoo, when I was a counsellor, I was entrusted with the duty of working the candy floss machine. Oh I was up for it. Spun sugar all day. When we ran out of paper cones, we used dirty sticks from the forest. This is what happens when parents entrust their babies to 16 year-old communists. At dusk, the machine was about to leave me forever. So I churned out 4 garbage bags full of cotton candy. To hide in my cabin and not share with the other(because I'm a terrible socialist). Later that night when it poured rain into our leaky log cabins, I barely regretted the sugar theft. Morning found me lying in bed like Ewen MacGregor in Trainspotting - crazy-eyed and shuddering. When that baby fell off the ceiling I tossed the cotton candy into the rain and vomited outdoors like the good lord intended. Stay away from County Fairs and Theme Parks is my advice to the kids. Stay away! Or the pink siren will get you too.