I intended to post earlier, but my conscience got the better of me. Basically, it told me that I was procrastinating (which i was) and that I better finish all that other stuff before posting.
(Damn you, superego!)
So anyway. I'm back on the wet West Coast, which is gamely trying to be both westerly and wet.
Highlights of the weekend included attending a Spring Arts festival downtown, where I got to a) walk through the DTES and reacquaint myself with some notorious intersections b) help make a pebble mosaic (which was surprisongly pretty and cool) c) watch several fairly good theatrical performances. But my favorite moment was the revelation that ( Postcolonial Allegory Makes Children Cry )
(Damn you, superego!)
So anyway. I'm back on the wet West Coast, which is gamely trying to be both westerly and wet.
Highlights of the weekend included attending a Spring Arts festival downtown, where I got to a) walk through the DTES and reacquaint myself with some notorious intersections b) help make a pebble mosaic (which was surprisongly pretty and cool) c) watch several fairly good theatrical performances. But my favorite moment was the revelation that ( Postcolonial Allegory Makes Children Cry )