You’re only as old as other people think you look
I have new next-door-neighbours again. In the five years I’ve been here, I’ve had five different sets of people living on the other side of my east wall. The most exciting set was the 23-year-old couple with the five kids (six, now). The last set was several young men who liked to party. Two of them were okay, but the third got very loud and aggressive whenever he drank, which was whenever he got the chance. Sometimes he’d go out on the porch and scream obscenities in the middle of the night. That was annoying.
The new ones like to party too. They partied all night Tuesday and all night Thursday. Never went to bed. They woke me up a few times during the night but it just sounded like they were having a good time, no fighting. The crazy thing is they appear to actually go to work the next morning.
That’s youth for you. GC and I can’t even stay up till midnight on New Year’s Eve and these guys can party all night long and then go to work in the morning.
Speaking of youth…I was at Value Village on Tuesday night, buying second-hand toys for the birds. Simon loves chewing the arms and legs off little plastic people.
The cashier rang up my order.
“Nine dollars even,” she said. “With the discount, it’s $7.20.”
“The discount?” I asked obtusely.
“Senior’s discount every Tuessday,” she said. “Twenty percent off.”
“I’ll take it,” I said, figuring the insult alone was worth $1.80.
Out in the parking lot, I asked GC if I look like a senior.
“She’s a teenager,” he said. “To her, 50, 60, 70, it all looks the same. Old.”
Yeah, I guess that’s true. Just like 90, 100 and 110 all look the same to me. Old.
I was waiting for the bus the other day with an old man and he made me guess how old he was. I guessed 67, just to be on the safe side. Turns out he’s 81. He’s looking for a new wife. He divorced the first one after 47 years of marriage. He met the second one on the Internet and she divorced him after a year. I pointed out that the ratio of women to men in his age group greatly favours men.
But it turns out he’s not actually looking in his own age group.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I’m not looking for a 25-year-old, either.” But then he contemplated that assertion, and added “Though I wouldn’t mind that.”
Really?? Why would an 81-year-old man want a 25-year-old woman? Wouldn’t it just make him feel ridiculous?
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Progress on Rescuing Bronson
The City has compromised on some Bronson issues.
They have agreed to remove their proposal to widen the street, which would have speeded up vehicular traffic while simultaneously making the corridor less cycling and pedestrian friendly and chopping off numerous front yards, church entries, and mature trees. In our opinion, it didn’t make the road any safer for motorists either.
I like to think it had a lot to do with people objecting. Rescue Bronson encouraged many people to have their say. This included residents, landlords, school principals, recreation coordinators, churches … and yup, we even got some of Ottawa’s condo developers to weigh in on Bronson and how it affects urban renewal.
But the “straw that broke the camel’s back” came from Ottawa Hydro. Many poles are very close to the road. Widening the road required moving them back. In some cases, such as the block immediately north of Somerset, the wiring almost touches the balconies of apartments built back in the 1950′s. Heritage high rises, if you will. The wiring in front of those buildings would have to be buried. Transformers would have to be located in vaults off the side streets, with ridiculous access problems.
So those big wooden poles which blight our streets while simultaneously protecting pedestrians from rampaging motorists have come to our rescue.
While this is a victory for Councillor Holmes and Rescue Bronson and local residents, there are several steps yet to come. The Somerset and Gladstone intersections remain unsafe for pedestrians, but they can be fixed if the city gets over its compulsive need to cater to motorists. The current proposed revisions to the intersections are a step in the right direction, but still way below potential. The Arlington intersection needs a pedestrian crossing, and we remain hopeful that we can attain that. It comes up before Transportation Committee in a week or so.
The job for local residents now is to ensure those intersections are improved for pedestrians, and to ensure that quality landscaping is actually designed and installed. These are not easy tasks, we will have to continue pushing the traffic engineers, educating them as to what constitutes good design in an urban environment.
But for now, savor the victory.
Made in America 1900-1950. Photographs from the National Gallery of Canada
It took me over one month but I finally made it to the photographs exhibition at the National Gallery (NGC). “Made in America 1900-1950” belongs to a series of exhibitions that has shown 19th-century British and 19th-century French photographs in the recent years. Now the first half of the 20th century American photography has its turn… and it turned out very well.
The exhibition at the second floor shows just over 100 photographs, and follows the approach to present both photography as art and documentary. This clearly lies in the nature of the show, presenting American photography in the first half of the 20th century which of course includes art and documentation – just thinking about names like Edward Steichen, Dorothea Lange, Berenice Abbott, Lisette Model, and Weegee. And it lies in the nature of photography; so this approach is not entirely new. It even might leave some of the visitors a bit wondering about the combination of these photographs that follow so different approaches. (Still, regardless of the discussion about photography as art and its place in museums that seems to be obsolete by now!) But on the other hand, the exhibition gives an excellent overview about the development of American photography and its most famous photographers – and it shows amazing vintage prints that we all have seen in textbooks about this era.
The exhibition starts with Pictorialism of the first two decades of the early 20th century. In particular Gertrude Käsebier’s romantic gum bichromate prints (one shows Edward Steichen standing beside her sister and friends) caught my attention. The photographs clearly show the Pictorialist aim to advance the status of photography as a true art form. But it left me wondering, why the curators decided to NOT include photographs of the 19th century in the exhibition (after all, the Pictorialist movement started in the late 19th century and not strictly with the year 1900).
Furthermore of interest: The NGC designed the first two rooms of the exhibit in homage to Alfred Stieglitz’ Gallery 291 with its distinctive look: with muted green walls, dim lights and curtains hanging low from wooden chair rails. The second room shows stunning portraits by Stieglitz, Edward Steichen and Frank Eugene etc.
The exhibition also shows photographs by the Group f/64 that followed a modernist aesthetic in opposition to Pictorialism. Edward Weston, Ansel Adams and Imogen Cunningham (I love her portrait of Frida Kahlo (1931)!) are represented with some of their most iconic photographs.
In the field of documentary, in particular Lewis Hine’s and Dorothea Lange’s works are worth to be mentioned. The NGC owns one of the best prints of Lange’s iconic “Migrant Mother” (1936) in which the baby’s face is visible. Also represented are photographs by Margaret Bourke-White, Berenice Abbott, Lisette Model, Weegee (I love the shot of the sleeping kids on the fire escape platform), Andreas Feininger, and the members of New York’s Photo League.
So, in case you are wondering why the exhibition stops at 1950: That’s because the NGC holds so much more interesting photographs from the following decades that they will get their own show. When, is not announced yet. I am already very curious to see works by Lee Friedlander and Diane Arbus then. And I am sure that this exhibition will be also worthwhile a visit – like this show is!
Facts:
Made in America 1900-1950. Photographs from the National Gallery of Canada
09 Dec 2011 - 01 Apr 2012
http://www.gallery.ca/madeinamerica/
The Banality Of Ottawa’s Arts Grants
By Mike Levin
In 2010 when Plosive Productions entered stage right into Ottawa’s theatre community it used Internet-based communications to explain who was involved, how each new show was progressing and even what cast members were thinking. What the company didn’t talk about was its $5,000 grant from the City of Ottawa in 2011 to help finance shows at the troubled Gladstone Theatre.
To be interested in the story of local Ottawa theatre is to watch talented people congregate and separate like amoebas with some versions surviving and others disappearing. So when a new creation gets a financial nod, that should be exciting news: a recipient showing enough promise to make the entire community optimistic; a funder believing enough in the value of local theatre to risk writing a cheque.
The same story goes for Rag and Bone’s puppets ($10,000), AB Series’ poets ($6,500)and John Geggie’s jazz career ($5,500) – lots of promotional news from them but nothing celebrating the City’s financial support (short of small onsite acknowledgements). No hoots from either giver or taker at a time when any success in Ottawa’s arts should be publicly cherished.
Brett Delmage, of Ottawa Jazz Scene, pestered the above figures early out of City arts developer Nicole Zuger. Here’s a little more information about funding to 104 groups and individuals last year, out of an overall arts-and-culture budget around $7.5 million:
Theatre – $131,250 (26 percent)
Music - $122,000 (24 percent)
Literary - $105,500 (21 percent)
Visual arts – $98,250 (20 percent)
Film and video – $28,500 (six percent)
Dance - $15,500 (three percent)
The numbers say little about Ottawa’s arts scene except to show that it does get some attention. Without context these grants represent just another spreadsheet. So why no trumpet fanfare heralding Plosive or any of the others?
The City has long done its arts funding with transparent blandness. Much of this comes from the cloak of defensibility that shelters all public-sector organizations. If I broadcast that I gave money to you, then I’ll have to explain to your neighbours why they didn’t get the same treatment. That’s pain most people try to avoid.
Delmage says he was on the verge of filing a Freedom-To-Information request to get the numbers. This act of interest is adversarial and explains why the City uses blandness as a shield. Bureaucracy by its nature is only capable of being reactive and gets little reward for doing its job. Celebrating its successes can provoke attacks.
Ottawa’s creative community has no such skin because it operates in silos. It has no leadership, or even a champion, to knit connections. Insulation produces a sense of tribalism (survivorism) that social-media’s distracted pervasiveness so greatly underscores. There is less and less willingness to co-operate with those outside the tribe, so when resources are allocated, the reaction is: “we’re as good as they are, did we get our share?”
When grants are announced, artists who haven’t even applied will smile but will also feel envy. What often comes next is envy’s inevitable conclusion of contempt, for the grant recipients but also for the smilers themselves. And the value of those little chunks of give-away cash can get dismissed pretty quickly, something Aesop used grapes and a fox to explain 2,600 years ago.
Arts funding is too often a yardstick for measuring victimhood in the pursuit of personal creativity. It shouldn’t be. When artists feel badly about a “competitor’s” success, it’s an admission that art is not the communal experience it’s supposed to be. To celebrate any artistic success is to engage in personal motivation and also to retreat from blaming external systems for being dysfunctional. Blame and contempt are common tribal bedfellows.
The City of Ottawa’s hesitation to pay tribute to its arts-grant recipients seems mostly a result of artists’ inabilities to honour themselves. (Don’t try and tell me that artists have problems bragging.) It would be great if this city had organizations similar to those in Toronto, Hamilton, Montreal, Quebec City, Winnipeg, Vancouver and dozens of other urban centres that don’t shy away from using their funding trumpets.
But arts organizations only reflect the artistic communities they represent. Of the 104 group-and-individual-grant recipients here last year, not one to my knowledge sent out emails or tweets saying “Hey, we just got $5,000 from the City. Now we can do this……”
And this reticence, however motivated, keeps the silos confident in their desperate belief that Ottawa’s arts are indeed a place of winners and losers.
He’s got altitude
Guess who flew???
Yup. All the way from me to his house, which was about five feet. It was a wobbly and fluttery flight, but a glorious one.
I’m SO happy for him.
This Week: January 26 to February 2, 2012
This week in Ottawa:
- Catch Abduction (PG13) at the North Grenville Municipal Centre on Friday – these movies are usually Almost Frugal but the Municipal Centre is showing them for free until the new projector arrives!
- The Dovercourt Recreation Centre is holding a night-time winter carnival on Saturday from 4 to 7 pm;
- If the weather cooperates, the Governor General will host a Winter Celebration at Rideau Hall on Saturday (thanks for the email, Lindsay!)- I blogged about it here;
- The Ottawa Public Library is trying out something new – the Human Library. On Saturday, real people of differing backgrounds and occupations will be “books” at various local branches, and library patrons can “check out” a book for 20 minutes;
- The annual Lion Dance celebrating the Chinese Lunar New Year will take place on Saturday in Chinatown. The parade will follow Somerset between Preston and Bay Streets from 1 to 2:30 pm;
- Lowes is offering a Kids Build and Grow Clinic on Saturday (Build-A-Saurus). Register by calling 613-830-6370 for the Orleans store or 613-836-3971 for the Kanata store;
- Animal Tracking on Snowshoes, a free guided tour through Gatineau Park (snowshoes included!) takes place on Sunday;
- Creative Sundays continue at the Ottawa Art Gallery;
- Carleton’s Science Café takes place on Wednesday. The topic: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly of bacterial diversity;
- Catch a movie at Rainbow Cinemas at the St. Laurent Centre – this week’s family-friendly showings include Hugo, Happy Feet Two and Puss In Boots (Almost Frugal); and
- Find more suggestions in the monthly calendar for January and in my Year-round Activities listings.
Congratulations to Brenda who won the 2nd NAC Orchestra Family Adventures draw! The 3rd and final draw will take place on Tuesday – if you haven’t already entered you can find details on my contest page. The winner will get four tickets to see Emily Saves the Orchestra at the NAC on April 28.
Have a great week!
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NCC PRAISED FOR CLOSING ROAD THROUGH GATINEAU PARK
Really, the NCC deserving praise?
After hacking off 8 sq. km of Gatineau Park over the last 20 years through land deals and road building, is it possible the NCC has seen the light and is now keeping master plan promises to secure the park’s integrity?
A CBC news report suggests it is. The report says the NCC is standing firm and will close the stretch of Gamelin Street that cuts through the park. See report at: http://www.radio-canada.ca/regions/ottawa/2012/01/25/010-fermeture-troncon-gamelin.shtml.
This road closure, announced at the NCC’s January 25 public meeting, will restore habitat by reducing the number of roads and traffic in the park. It will also fulfill a 2005 Master Plan commitment.
Over 2,000 people signed a petition to stop this NCC road closure. Thirty or so of them voiced their opposition at the January 24 Gatineau council meeting.
At an earlier meeting in August 2011, municipal officials voted 15 to 3 in support of closing the road, those opposed being Denise Laferrière, Maxime Tremblay and Maxime Pedneaud-Jobin.
Though praiseworthy, this move pales in comparison to the NCC’s commitment to add 2,400 hectares to the Greenbelt by 2067.[1]
And it’s too bad the NCC hasn’t shown the same commitment to protecting the Gatineau Park habitat soon to be clearcut to build Highway 5.
[1]As reported in the Ottawa Citizen: http://www.ottawacitizen.com/life/moves+forward+grand+plan+expand+Greenbelt/6052079/story.html
Two minutes in the snow
The day after a big snowstorm, the city's winter overnight parking restriction is lifted, but there's still lots of snow on the side streets that needs to be pushed aside. Already narrowed by the previous storm's snowbanks, parked cars make the streets awfully narrow. Gilmour, seen here just east of Bay Street, is a one-way street, but even on the two-way streets east of Elgin opposing cars have to pull over to allow each other to pass.
Now he just needs to get past the rest of the cars on the block! A little scattered
I’ve been a little scattered lately. I arrived home from work on Monday to the sound of Kazoo cackling in the dark. The whole time I was taking my boots and jacket and stuff off, she kept saying “Hello,” and laughing, and I kept saying hello and laughing back. As soon as I got my stuff off, I went to let her out of her cage. But she wasn’t in her cage! And the door was wide open!
Gasp! I had forgotten to close her door in the morning. Kazoo burst out laughing from somewhere above me. Then she said “Bad bad bad bad bad bad!” and laughed some more. She was up on top of the Ikea Billy bookcase she is so fond of eating. She never gets more than a few bites in before I climb up there and fetch her down. But she had just had 10 uninterrupted hours of bookcase-eating bliss! And book-eating bliss! And complete freedom to do whatever she wanted!
She actually did surprisingly little damage, all things considered. She just ate some bookcase, and some books, and some cardboard magazine holders. Fortunately both Duncan and Rosie were over at GC’s house with him, so she didn’t have to fend off any predators.
The other scattered thing I did was show up 24 hours early for a lunch date with my friend Kindred, who is visiting from Calgary. So I ended up eating lunch by myself and eavesdropping on two women who were complaining about their boyfriends.
“He won’t vacuum or dust or scrub or anything,” said one. “But he used to have this job straightening shelves at the grocery store, so he’s obsessive about labels facing frontward. He’s always straightening cans and bottles, and he thinks this counts as tidying up and helping with the housework!”
Then the other one complained about how her guy thinks it’s okay just to spray the shower with shower-cleaning spray while he’s taking a shower, and then let the steam clean it.
After that they complained about how their guys weren’t ambitious enough and weren’t interested in bettering themselves or getting ahead. Then they agreed that their guys would have to grow up before they could marry them.
Oboe update: He’s feeling much better. His breathing is better. He’s got his chirp and his personality back! I’ve stopped hand-feeding him because he’s eating well on his own now. And he’s gained a gram! He was stretching and flapping both wings today, so maybe he’ll even be able to fly again someday. (I’m not counting on that one, though.)
Making Neighborhoods Friendly (i)
This will be a series of posts on how we design our neighborhoods and whether this design is friendly to urban life. It is inspired by a book recently read: Pocket Neighborhoods, by Ross Chapin. You can get it from your bookmonger or reserve it at the OPL.
Three neighborhood styles
From 1900 to the 1950′s most agglomerations of housing in Ottawa were built in rows along public streets. As time went on, the set back of the house from the street grew larger, oft as a City requirement. In 1900-1940 neighborhoods such as the west side neighborhood I live in, the set backs are shallow, six to ten feet. Commonly built on 30′x100′ lots, these houses are typically narrow-front to the street with a side driveway for parking, and maybe a backyard garage. Singles and row houses are intermixed in a fine pattern, and occasional apartment buildings sit comfortably along the block.
By the 40′s, these narrow lot homes are found intermixed with wider lot “square” homes that look more substantial. Still, the garages are subservient, the principle windows face the public street, which take on an element of shared space (“our street”) with concern about what goes on. Unfortunately arranged in a grid pattern, the through streets are easily abused by maze-running commuters, too often directed to do so by our own city traffic engineers.
My grandmother moved from her Bronson Avenue home in ’59 because of the road widenings, dirt, and noise. The City fathers were clearly favouring suburban commuters over city residents. The neighbours were moving away, fleeing really. They moved to Champlain Park, then mostly small houses and converted cottages, where the streets were quieter and houses still had gardens.
Post World War II the lots got even wider, the set backs deeper. But many of the same features remain from the first half of the century, just at a lower density. Concomitantly, streets got busier with faster vehicles; and playing on the street becomes less safe, less acceptable. We see street life atrophying. When streets are repaved, they tend to look wider, flatter, overlit … with a further decay in street life.
Since the 70’s, North American neighborhood planning focuses on privacy: houses have garages (often protruding) at the front, and maybe a formal parlor/living room window, but seldom principle spaces. There is nothing to see out front as the street is large, the driveways frequent, and all asphalt spaces have an abundance of vehicles. Living areas and windows face the rear, usually fenced yard. Privacy is ensured, just as informal interaction with neighbours is inadvertently discouraged by the design. Basement or ground floor rec rooms become the focus of family life. The street is merely for coming and going by car, as there is usually no place within walking distance, and sidewalks are rare. All activity is focussed on coming and going by car.
Streets take up a lot of space, which raises house prices. Developers more and more often now favour private streets. Usually townhouses are arranged in cul-de-sac clusters. Their fronts, along a private shared street, are all garage doors. People can come and go for years and never know anyone, even though they “share” space and have a condo corporation as an interaction mechanism.
I have a gregarious friend that lives at Centrepoint in such a cluster, for 25 years, and knows only one person, by the first name only. She doesn’t even know anyone well enough to take in her paper if she is away. She wouldn’t recognize a neighbor, they come and go from house to garage via internal doors, then in cars and minivans with tinted windows. While there are some kids around, she doesn’t know their names, which houses they belong to, or anything else about them. The townhouse cluster abuts Centrepoint park, but is separated from it by a chain link fence, no gate, to prevent “others” from cutting through their private street to get to the park, and incidentally closing it off the residents too. It is totally anonymous living. The “public” side of the house is a garage door, a solid front door, a frosted bathroom window facing onto a shallow, useless-except-as-decoration “front porch”. A stoop, really.
While scads of contemporary housing follows the basic model of street / service side of house / house facing to the rear yard, there are exceptions. West Village off Lanark is higher density cluster mostly of semi’s and towns, tightly arranged on a private street, but with house exteriors well detailed and attractive to buyers that could easily have afforded to live elsewhere. I cycle through it often, as it has a path connection to Loblaws. There are always kids out playing on the street; it doesn’t feel weird if I stop to compliment someone on their front garden. Making eye contact is easy.
I am aware of a very similar development in a much more western suburb. It also produced houses at a much lower price point. Gone are all the exterior details, replaced by uniform facades of white siding. It looks bleak and crowded. Householders feel free to creep their driveways wider and wider to squeeze in that extra car. Gardens are non-existant; there is only grass between the driveways because the builder sodded the space. There were kids playing in their street, but it felt more like playing in a parking lot. When a jacked-up pickup truck with black windows went by it didn’t slow down.
It’s not my intent to provide a comprehensive catalogue of neighborhood types. And there are always exceptional spots. In the next few stories I intend to wander my way through some self-reflection on how these basic housing types influence the degree of interaction, the “friendliness” of a neighborhood. Come along for the tour.
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Another ‘why’ post
I blew a tire, some days ago. (So badly, not even The Goop could save it: in fact, The Goop oozed unpleasantly out through the gap at the base of the valve when I did change the tire.) And between not really finding the time to fix it and the hideous set of winter storms that descended on Ottawa, turning the streets into, alternately, epic giant Slushies or treacherous ice rinks, I spent a few days taking the bus.And I was reminded, a couple of times, why I decided not to go back to riding the bus, three winters ago. Once, when I accidentally caught a 144 instead of a 114 and wound up in the furthermost bowels of southern suburban Ottawa, ending up about two hours late for a party. Once, when I was running a little late for my radio show, the bus I was hoping to catch didn't appear, and I spent a quite unpleasant thirty minutes playing the guessing game about whether to get off the bus and take my chances with finding a taxi, or to risk not making the next connection. Which bus to take, and what route my chances would be better with. Once, on Saturday night around midnight, when my feet were killing me after helping to run a fundraiser for about 7 hours, and my iPhone was telling me I'd missed the last direct bus home and would have to walk another 20 minutes or half an hour from Walkley Station, carrying a ballot box, in bad shoes. (I didn't miss the bus: turns out the OC Transpo website is no help for figuring out when the last buses are. Trust the posters in the stations. The posters are more or less accurate.)
But yesterday evening I replaced the tire. And today, I was reminded, not of why I stopped taking the bus, but why I didn't stop riding, three winters ago. I rolled the bike across the caked ice on my building's front step. I put it on the pavement in the driveway. I swung a leg up over, and pedaled off into the street.
What a wonderful feeling biking is. It becomes sort of second nature, so you don't really realize it, but when you stop to think about it, it's pretty damn cool. I've been running three days a week lately, and maybe that's also part of why it felt so good to get on the bike. When you run, there's that jolt as your feet hit the ground. You move forward only as fast as your legs can take you. I, personally, feel most of the time as though I'm lurching along when I run. On the bike, I could feel the amplification of the force from my legs driving the back wheel, floating me along. That comfortable circle of my feet on the pedals. Going faster than my feet could take me. I think I felt for a moment what the first 'wheelers' would have felt like: this machine is sheer magic.
Status Quo – Brenda Gale Warner
As a teenager growing up in Hamilton, Brenda Gale Warner ran away from home. The first place she went was William Powell’s art studio to see what it was like. “It was a place where I could be myself” because Warner grew up in a family that couldn’t support her love of art. Perhaps this is why, since then, she has painted everywhere: several Canadian and American cities, in various attics and beds and now at Galerie 240, a home studio that doubles as an art gallery she opened two weeks after arriving in Ottawa in 2008. “I get so excited about the art of others that I want to show (the work of) everyone.” She’s had some criticism about featuring artists who aren’t local, but that’s just an Ottawa attitude. “Art gives away what’s inside people, that’s my only rule.” She also remembers the effect William Powell had on her and will host a show of his work in May.
What is your present state of mind?
Content.
What is your biggest fault?
Organizing clutter. I have a hard time with small bits and pieces.
Where is your ideal place to live?
Arizona.
When were you happiest?
When I was a child.
Who is your favourite historical figure?
Hans Christian Andersen.
What human quality do you most admire?
Compassion.
What is the most over-rated human virtue?
Love.
Who is your favourite fictional character?
Robin Hood.
What was your greatest misfortune?
Losing my father.
What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
Don’t take advice, live it.
What is your greatest extravagance?
Art supplies and jewellery.
What is your favourite journey?
Going to buy groceries.
What is your greatest regret?
That my father didn’t live to see my successes.
What talent would you most like to have?
Tap dance.
What is your most treasured possession?
Aunt Mona’s watch.
What male quality do you most admire?
Men who are able to show extreme emotions.
What female quality do you most admire?
Just the right amount of strength.
What is your motto?
Know when to stop.
Art has the potential to…..?
Change lives.
What, if anything, scares you about the creative process?
That I might run out of ideas.
A sign
Yesterday morning I was walking to work along Gladstone Avenue when all of a sudden a dead bird came hurtling out of the sky and crashed head first into a snowbank right in front of me. It was a pigeon: I could tell by its little pink feet sticking out of the snow bank.
Wiki Answers says it’s a sign: “That means a near death of you, a family member or friend or someone close to you.”
Not only that, but I looked up my Chinese horoscope because it’s the Chinese New Year, and it told me to be very careful because I’m extra susceptible to bodily injury and ill health this year. It also says I’m going to have a bad year financially, romantically and professionally. Keep a low profile, it says. Try not to make too many mistakes.
Another one down
We have always called this place The House Without Eyes: This 100-year old clapboard house is the latest victim in the infill game. I predict that the wide lot (not pictured) will result in yet another super sized duplex that will look down on the neighbours on each side. Most days I love living in Westboro, and [...]Events for Tuesday, January 24
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Radio Topics, January 24
Happy Tuesday! We’ve got an exciting show lined up today: At 8:05, we’ll have folks in from Sock n’ Buskins new play Yerma, which debuts this week. At 8:45, we’ll speak with Greg from the Flats about their upcoming show at the Elmdale Tavern.
We’ll also touch on some of the following:
Fords hand-picked TTC chair not a fan of the all-underground Eglinton LRT.
Bieber tweet pays off: Ottawa women’s Organ Donation awareness campaign works
Conservative crime bill to cost provinces $1 billion
The great Ottawa single-men myth is false?
DND axes plans to buy stress balls; reason for purchase unclear
East Vancouver movie theatre gets liquor license, loses right to show movies.
Preview: Karen Jordon "Slow Dance"
On my way through the Byward Market last weekend, I curiously stopped by at the Karsh-Masson Gallery. Turned out, the gallery is closed in the moment for the installation of an upcoming exhibit: Karen Jordon “Slow Dance”. It starts in two weeks, on February 3rd.
But when you walk by, you can get a first glimpse of her works; like a huge mountain of record tape spaghetti, an old radio, a tape recorder, and other audio equipment, arranged in the display window.
As the Virtual Museum web site of the Karsh Masson states: “Slow Dance itemizes components from the period of the sound and culture industry bracketed by the decline of record albums and the advent of compact discs. The resulting work both maps and predicts the accelerating pace of changing technologies and subsequently diminished life spans of electronics and communication devices. Jordon juxtaposes the intimate and abiding place music holds in people’s lives against the unwanted technologies left behind when material and utility are parted.”
Karen Jordon received her BFA from the University of Ottawa in 1992. She also joined the Enriched Bread Artists (EBA) collective in the same year.
Her work is process-based involving the collection and manipulation of her own, and other people’s, discarded belongings. Her statement on the web site of the EBA:
“Part consumer parody and part lament my work is a parallel system of acquisition and abandonment that reassigns values, meanings and possible histories. My objective is to disrupt the frenetic pace of our post-industrial world, to slow the viewer and myself, down, to create spaces that invite acts of contemplation or of simply looking.”
Looking forward to that show!
Facts:
Karsh-Masson Gallery
February 3, 2012 to April 8, 2012
Open Wednesday 12 to 5 p.m., Thursday 12 to 8 p.m, Friday to Sunday 12 to 5 p.m.
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Uppertown Winter Walk
On the same day I took photos of the Temporary Building, I took a lot of other photos, despite the frigid cold freezing my batteries. For all the talk of snow clearing on Laurier, this path (for pedestrians) between the Supreme Court and Library and Archives Canada was a lot clearer than many other sidewalks.[Look for more one-photo posts under the label Singles]
The high cost of loving an animal
I know there are people out there wondering why anyone would spend twelve hundred bucks to save the life of a bird that could be replaced for $75. It’s a reasonable question. Reasonable enough, in fact, that I asked it of myself several times last week.If Oboe died, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t shell out $75 for another lovebird because, let’s face it, lovebirds are annoying. Oboe’s a brat. He bites my nose. He poops in my hair. He squawks in my ear. He wrecks my stuff. He taunts my cat.
But he gives me kisses. He nibbles the tears off my face when I cry. He runs up and down my body in the bathtub. He splashes and plays in my bathwater. He sits on top of my computer screen and puffs his little green chest out and squawks at me with pure enthusiasm.I love how exuberant he is, how joyfully he lives his life. I love watching him practice his extraordinary flying skills. I even love watching him eat. If there is something in his bowl he doesn’t want, he doesn’t just nudge it aside like the bigger birds do – he ejects it with such vigor it ricochets around his cage.
I love how confident and smart and funny he is. I love how he comes to me for cuddles. I love tucking him in at night and uncovering him in the morning.
I adore his stubborn, cheerfully obnoxious personality. Oboe has a wicked case of Oppositional Defiance Disorder. If I want him to do something, I either have to convince him it was his idea, or I have to very skillfully bribe him, or I have to convincingly pretend I don’t care one way or the other.I remembered all these things last week as the vet bills kept mounting and I kept handing over my credit card.
I remembered watching him hatch. I remembered hand-feeding him as a scrawny little naked baby bird. I remembered how lonely he was when his big brother and sister learned how to fly before he did, so I brought him downstairs and he helped me make a pizza. I remembered watching him learn to fly. And I remembered teaching him to come when I called him (but only if he felt like it, of course).Most of all, I remembered the time he flew away and enjoyed an hour of freedom, flying around the neighbourhood, perching in trees, chattering with the wild birds. And then he flew down and landed in my hair and let me bring him home.
So, when he was injured and at the vet’s and his brave little heart was pounding in his little green chest, I had no choice but to be philosophical about the money. It’s only money, I told myself. And I meant it.
But I do wish it weren’t so much money. It cost way more than I was bracing myself for, and I’ll be digging into my RRSP to pay for it. Coincidentally, there was an article in the Citizen last week about an increasing number of people giving up their pets because they can’t afford the vet bills. I also came across this eye-opening story in the Washington Post: Pets, Vets and Debts, in which a renegade vet urges people to start saying no to their vets!
I still heart Rideau Hall…
…even in winter!
This past summer I blogged about all the great summer fun to be had at Rideau Hall. The fun continues in the winter with Rideau Hall’s historic outdoor skating rink, which is open to the public on weekends. And this weekend will be extra-special - a Winter Celebration will take place on Saturday from 12:30 to 4 pm. I have to give a great big thanks to Lindsay for emailing me about this activity!
Among many others, this free event will include dog sledding, cross country skiing, snowshoeing (with skis and snowshoes available on site), kick sledding (a traditional means of Nordic transportation) and bandy (a form of field hockey on ice). The skating rink will be open for skating from 12:30 to 2:15 pm, after which several NHL mascots will take to the ice. At 3 pm there will be an NHL All-Star Weekend presentation with several special guests! You can find more information about all of the Winter Celebration events here. Rideau Hall will also be open for tours from 3 to 5 pm.
This event sounds like so much fun – I’m trying to rearrange my schedule so that we can attend. I’ll also keep my fingers crossed that the weather cooperates; right now it looks like today’s thaw might cause some problems, but hopefully it will get colder fast enough so that the Winter Celebration can go on!




















