Toronto, Day 133

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It has been a balmy week and the leaves are just starting to turn. I made it out to the Evergreen Brickworks to take photos, and found it very beautiful indeed. I’m in the quiet space between UCLA classes–Novel Writing One starts in another week–and so today I might do a little more wandering and photo-snapping.

The courtyard in our building is nearing completion. The water feature is running and has gorgeous blue lights, and they’ve brought in some lounge furniture. The TV screen above the fireplace is still getting work. All of this was meant to be done in the spring so the building folks could project silent films in the yard while all we inhabitants socialized. There might be a bit of that, still, before winter comes. If nothing else, it’ll be nice not to have the noise of a construction crew under my window all day while I’m working.

Lights in the water feature

Telewitterings: Hurrah, New Jossness!

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imageAgents of S.H.I.E.L.D. was charming. I don’t love any of the new-to-me characters yet. I’d have much preferred J. August Richards for the Riker character. (By whom I mean Agent Ward, a.k.a. “The Poop.)

The story was just so-so, I thought, but the geeks show some promise and I did really like the pilot, Melinda May. And of course it was delightful to see Phil Coulson being a) not dead and b) perky about it.

Toronto, Day 129

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Last week was full of petty frustrations and upheavals, nothing huge, but enough to put a glower on my face, from time to time, and shadow my attention to the many things, big and small, that were lovely and delightful about the week.

Some of the things that were, at times, overshadowed by the grump: The launch for Priscilla Uppal’s new book Projection: Encounters With My Runaway Mother was really fun, and the book is, in part, about movies. Each chapter is named for a film: it starts with Blade Runner and there’s a Throw Momma from the Train chapter. Very promising!

On Saturday we went with Linda Carson to check out Hop Day before making and devouring a delicious fall feast together.

Here’s one of the Hop Day attendees confronting a painting I really liked; it’s called Orphan:

A fellow Art Hop attendee confronts a painting card Orphan.

I finished a story, and am quite pleased with it. The construction dudes seem to be on the verge of finishing our courtyard, and have not only turned on the water feature but have added gorgeous blue lights to it. And Bird TV is back on the air–the sparrows have found our suet feeder and the cats are wildly attentive.

Even the iO7 upgrade offered a bit of fun and entertainment.

Toronto, Day 124

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It’s been quite chilly in the mornings for a couple now, on the order of six or seven degrees when we leave the house at 7:30. Breezy, too. It’s easy to forget how windy Vancouver isn’t. I’ve broken out the tights and sweaters and am happy to see them. Summer having been so much warmer here, it feels like a long time since I saw the stuff.

Tonight we are headed to a book launch with Michelle; she’s got a friend named Priscilla Uppal who has a book out, Projection: Encounters With My Runaway Mother. It’s at a bar called No One Writes to the Colonel, which somehow sounds like a place where they check your cool at the door before deciding whether to let you in. Though I see it’s also a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novella.