Monthly Archives: May 2008
The Performance: Brecht, Montreal, Theatre and The Protest
| May 28, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, ethics, in the news, on identity, theories, Uncategorized |
Due to a lack of time and perhaps valuable inspiration, I am posting this essay I wrote last year that I found while crying poverty…tee hee — Four years ago, in 2003, one could enter Concordia University’s pub, Reggie’s, and be greeted by a barrage of cigarette smoke, wafts of beer-laced breath, and colourful political…
Beirut Apt Documentary Response
| May 20, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, on identity, Uncategorized |
I went to the Inside Out film festival showing of “Beirut Apt” here in Toronto, today. It was playing at the Isabel Bader theatre, and was up for the Audience award…so I paid even more attention, since I knew I’d have to sign a ballot with my opinion when I left. The doc was short,…
best camping in ontario
| May 18, 2008 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, travels, Uncategorized |
My friends and I are trying to figure out the best place to go camping in Ontario. We’re not against the idea of crossing into Quebec, since half our friends are coming from Montreal. But really, we need to make it something halfway between Toronto and Montreal. Anyway, last year we went to a camping…
strange phenomenon, Queen and Yonge, Toronto
| May 14, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, lifestyle, myself, personal, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
I was sitting at the corner of Queen and Yonge today waiting for Mutton to meet me for dinner..it was rush hour, everyone was leaving work and I was reading the paper on a bench. Truthfully, I couldn’t concentrate, as there were too many fashionable clacking heels passing amidst the streetcars and out-of-place bicycles. I…
reading
| May 11, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, personal, storytelling, theories, Uncategorized |
i’m fairly smitten with milan kundera. i am not smitten by him the way i have been caught up in a fine balance, or shantaram, nor the way i whizzed through jhumpa lahiri and unaccustomed earth..they’ve got nothing on him. i wouldn’t say i’m drawn to him the way i was intrigued by gabriel garcia…
