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September 16th, 2008
01:00 pm - Seek and ye shall find
A sassy bike-riding cat in Brussels.
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September 15th, 2008
11:35 am - Leave your worries on the doorstep
Hey, I made another theatre podcast!
You should go listen to it. You'll get to hear about touring the Canadian Fringe circuit, and you'll get to hear Darren O'Donnell talk about the Department of Culture. You'll also get to hear my awkward segues from music into talking. I'm working on it.
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September 14th, 2008
10:58 pm - I'd smile so hard my face would crack in two
When we rode bikes in Rotterdam, we pressed the button just like the guy in the picture.
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September 13th, 2008
07:07 pm - I'm not sure at all it's my reflection
Graffiti in Paris. I loved this guy, and his balloon-carrying buddy across the street. Look:
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September 12th, 2008
03:32 pm - What a very special time for me
The World Time Clock in Alexanderplatz, Berlin.
I saw Jersey Boys last night, which was good fun despite some painful dialogue (at one point Frankie Valli asks in earnest: "Why does everyone LEAVE?") The audience was pretty adorable - before the show, I overheard a woman say "All the music in this show is going to remind me of my first boyfriend. You know, the rebel."
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September 11th, 2008
10:51 am - It beats the hell out of raising begonias
Just don't, ok?
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September 9th, 2008
10:33 am - All the people on the street
Damn you, Florence, for being so beautiful and romantic and making me forget how loud and obnoxious and full of stupid mopeds and Americans you are!
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September 8th, 2008
10:13 am - It's important or I wouldn't call
So in the latest installment of People Humouring My Ridiculous Whims, the good folks over at the the Praxis Theatre blog are letting me put together a self-indulgent podcast for them.
You can listen to the first one right here! I sound so nervous, especially at the beginning, but I'll work on that. Go listen!
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September 7th, 2008
01:48 pm - Every moment of the year
Les Jardins des Tuileries, in Paris. A gorgeous sculpture garden where ladies by Mailliol pop up among the hedges. I love this place so much you can have another picture of it:
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September 5th, 2008
05:27 pm - An umbrella when it's raining
The Landwherkanal in Kreutzberg, the neighbourhood where we stayed in Berlin. Lovely canal, great neighbourhood, delicious Turkish food, bars with lawn chairs on patios, amazing breakfasts, gorgeous sunsets.
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September 4th, 2008
12:55 pm - I like the boys and the boys like me
Berlin has the best coffee I have ever tasted in my life. This is a milchkaffee. It's sort of like a latte, only with extra latte. This particular milchkaffee was had at Morgenland, which features a fantastic breakfast buffet.
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12:22 pm - Before you take another swallow
Gloria Steinem always makes me feel better.
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September 3rd, 2008
12:31 pm - Some kind of clown here to amuse you
This giant pigeon hangs out on the lawn of the Galileo Galilei International Airport in Pisa for some reason. I like to think that it is a tribute to Animaniacs beloved mafioso birds, The Goodfeathers.
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September 2nd, 2008
05:47 pm - He sells clarinets to the kids in the town
Might as well stay in Holland. These are poffertjes, little balls of delicious. The literal English translation is "little puffs" and they are like mini puffy pancakes covered in butter and powdered sugar. Basically the greatest thing that you can put in your mouth.
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September 1st, 2008
02:33 pm - And all that I need is 88 bucks
The weekly Gouda cheese market, where colossal rounds of gouda cheese are auctioned off. Other things they have at the cheese market include freshly made stroopwafels (round thin waffles filled with syrup) and poffertjes (heaven on a plate). My Dutch is not coming along very well at all, thanks for asking. I can't even figure out the proper way to say goodbye - everyone says it differently, probably just to confuse me.
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August 31st, 2008
12:21 pm - Baxter, I'm not even mad. That's AMAZING.
This is the view from our B&B in Arromanches, a tiny town in Normandy. Before I left, my favourite bakery owner told me that I should eat as much butter as possible, because there is something magical about les vaches Normandes that they make the greatest butter on the planet. And if there's ever advice I'm likely to take, it's "eat butter". And it was indeed the best butter ever. And see that hill in the distance, on the far side of town? Justin and I had a little picnic there where we proceeded to polish off an entire wheel of camembert in one sitting. We either win or lose at life, depending on how you feel about eating entire wheels of cheese in one sitting.
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August 30th, 2008
11:02 am - The name and the address of everyone I've ever known
August was too busy to post about anything. I was turning 27, seeing Summerworks shows, anticipating Hamlet 2, entertaining an Australian, saying goodbye to people who are moving to Paris and Vancouver, writing about life drawing and Atari Punk Consoles, selling merch, helping men move, celebrating birthdays, going to Georgian Bay, eating a lot of meat, and, um, playing a lot of Word Twist on Facebook.
But it's Labour Day weekend now and all that insanity is over. Now I can sit around and show off my pictures from Europe (I went to Europe for three weeks in July). Just one a day, though. Just because it's almost September doesn't mean I don't still have a life, you know. And the pictures will be in no particular order.
This is the view from the Trattoria dal "Billy", the greatest restaurant in the world. It is in Cinqueterre, in the tiny little village of Manarola. Our hotel was in Florence (MISTAKE!), so we only had a day trip to Cinqueterre, which was sad for us because it is the most beautiful place I've ever seen in my life. Anyway, we hiked and drank and admired the view, and then we randomly found Billy's. The food - the freshest seafood and pasta I've ever tasted - was just as good as the view. Billy himself is this curmudgeonly old fisherman who muttered the specials at us with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He would look at us sideways while we were eating and ask "ees ok?" and then roll his eyes when we said "it's fantastic, thank you!" My main regret is that we didn't stay in Cinqueterre for a whole week and eat at Billy's every day.
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August 11th, 2008
01:36 am - Asked me if I cared to dance
Things I've Done Since Returning Home From Europe:
1. Turned 27.
2. Drank a lot of sangria. No, a LOT. Seriously. Even more than that.
3. Turned my dream of a theatre version of the Popcorn Panel into a reality.
4. Uploaded some photos from Europe onto Flickr.
5. Answered a lot of questions about how my trip was with "amazing, thanks!"
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