O happily freed from leather bootsOn my bicycle, in shoes, for those three 8 am shifts this week, 12 minutes by wheel and 45 by transit. Awake at 7, not 6 or 6:30, thank god.
Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
Whence by what way how purposed art thou come
For all I groan at 'Canada's national art form', when I think about it... in 2010 I saw a tremendous total of five films. Two were documentaries, one (Mao's Last Dancer) might as well have been, and the remaining pair were Japanese. Mainstream films are just too loud and bangy and flashy and violent for my poor nerves; yes, even Lord of the Rings. Documentaries may harrow you in other ways-- like, this all really happened-- and, I noticed last night, can get loud as well; but that's why one chooses quiet subjects like babies or finding reincarnated lamas.
