1) I feel like I am made of rusty cogs and old socks today. Like cogs and socks that have been left out in the rain for a month. I slept poorly and it's a cold and wet day of weather, and I had bad dreams besides.

2) And the weesauce was a whiny fusspot this morning too. He dissolved into tears and misery five times before 9am, for things that ( Read more... )

 1) Nuit Blanche. I fucking love that all of Toronto stays out all night looking at contemporary art. Some of which is fantastic, even if some of it is boring or pointless. And some of the big sponsored exhibits just feel meh while some of the indiest ones are brilliant.

1a) In fact, two of my all-time favorites were indies, chief among them ( Read more... )

 1) Without Mr. Weesauce riding on my shoulders, no one in the airport smiles at me like I am the awesomest thing in the history of awesomeness.

1.5) There's a horse-choking amount of sexism mixed up in why I get such enormous approbation when I'm out or travelling with the little dude, along with an giant faceful of cultural messages about ( Read more... )

 1) I have been riding my bicycle. I rode my bicycle more last week than I have ridden a bicycle all the rest of my entire life put together, I think. All in all, I'm enjoying it, though rest days are helpful because ow. I have also learned some important lessons about hydration. But mostly, I have to confess: I enjoy it. Especially on my old-man ( Read more... )

 1) I am bicycling. My good 
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 1) I'm reading Cheryl Strayed's book, Wild, this morning as I travel; this is the book for which Oprah famously revitalized her book club. It's good, certainly, but I am not overwhelmed with delight about it. I am sometimes about her Dear Sugar columns in The Rumpus, though. She was anonymous for most of the time she wrote that column, and now ( Read more... )

1. Tomorrow morning we head out for a week of vacation in Maine, with my folks, brother and awesome SIL, and their two boys. Well, actually, first we stop in Ottawa to teach a little for the nice people at Project Acorn, and then on Saturday morning onto Maine. We've all got a house right on the water, and we will be celebrating my Dad's 65th (a ( Read more... )

 1) Am thinking quite a bit about future marketing for the Virginity Lost & Found. I find it helps for me to think of it as my "outward-facing" show - it really is, I find, a very queer (and LGBT positive, a pleasure-positive, and poly-positive) piece geared toward a straight audience. It's full of sex ed information, but I assume most 'mos already ( Read more... )

 Sometime in August: Someone makes a pun (in my case, about a Virginity Lost...and Found!) and I say "That would be a perfect title for a Fringe show." General laughter and agreement.

Sometime in late October: Toronto Fringe Festival releases its applications for the Fringe. Husband brings it to my attention, and says "Well? Here's your chance!"

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1. The pace of life right now does not lend itself to thoughtful updatery. But I am going to try for better.

2. Sunday was a terrible day here in many ways. I had a truly terrible show, in which I simply could not connect with the audience. It has been such a long time since I had that feeling, that all-alone-onstage experience, and it has hit me ( Read more... )