Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Our Old Fashioned Adventure

So, Montreal was a great time. On the train there we were bumped up to a nicer roomette, the best one you can get. It was very old and comfortable and art deco. I think the car was probably built in the forties. Apparently the Queen stayed in one of these rooms. Everything metamorphosed and unfolded in ingenious ways, like a Transformer. The couch was a bed and one wall was a bed and another wall was a table and the ceiling was another bed. There was a nice old fan in the corner. The miniature soaps fit exactly into the rectangular indents on the stainless steel sink.

We had brought about a million books and enough groceries to last us a week, thinking it would be a long, boring ride, but we spent the whole time looking out the window and it was over before we were ready. After a shower (!) and a breakfast of hummus and bananas, we pulled into the Montreal station, where we were welcomed by my old buddy, Stu. He took us back to his new condo in Petit Bourgignon. We dropped off our stuff and went out to a favourite old diner in St. Henri, The Greenspot, for a more breakfasty breakfast and to talk about what our families and old friends were up to these days.

Then there was the birthday party for my grandfather, Papa, attended by most of my family. It was his ninety-third. We decorated the "tea room" where he lives with balloons and streamers and had a real pleasant little get-together. Well, I guess most of the decorating was done by my niece, Hannah. He got some very thoughtful gifts, had some snacks and cake, and then we saw him back to his suite. Alison and I stayed at my grandmother's condo that night and stayed up late catching up with my sister, Dana.

The rest of the family went home the next day, but we stuck around all week, getting plenty of visits in with both grandparents. Granny Gwen took us out one night to a fancy French restaurant, where we had a long and many-coursed meal of the gourmet variety. We went back to her place again that night. The full lunar eclipse was spectacular from her balcony overlooking the snow-covered park. It was nice to chat with her about life and art over her famous big breakfasts.

A lot of the times with Papa were spent playing Scrabble. I ended up winning all three games we played, but the last one was very close, and would have gone to him if 'qi,' which is definitely a word, had been in his outdated Scrabble Dictionary, thereby allowing him to get rid of that lousy 'Q' at the very end of the game. We were also able to run some errands for him and help clean up a little, plus hear about various distant family members and the good olde dayes. I finally found out that Papa's mild oath, "shaw," which he's been saying all his life, is actually "pshaw," with a silent 'p'. How did I never realize that before?

The remainder of the week was either walking around freezing cold Montreal looking for old haunts and/or photo ops, or spending time with Stu and sometimes Cliff, my other old Montreal buddy. We stayed at Stu's place most of the time. He was working a lot at his new software engineering gig, but we were able to spend most evenings with him. I really haven't been in touch with him much over the past decade or so, so it was quite funny and exciting to find that we're still very similar. His bitter hatred of Stuart McLean had me smiling with recognition. Then when he related a lengthy explanation he'd recently given a woman why his feelings about musician Leslie Feist are lukewarm at best, when it was obvious that the response the poor woman had been expecting and probably deserved was more along the lines of, "Like her? I can honestly say without exaggeration that she is the most creative artist living today and I worship her every excretion," well, I just about killed myself laughing.

There was a dinner with Cliff at the Star of India, an old standby that is still exactly the same down to the exotically dressed Caucasian mannequin who watches you eat from her perch over the front door. Another night Stu took us out to a vegetarian restaurant whose delicious Bocaburger comes with an "avalanche" of salsa and which is in such a terrible location its doubtful it'll be anywhere near as successful as it should be. We also went to see the latest Michel Gondry movie, Be Kind, Rewind. Jack Black was very funny in it as the guy whose magnetized brain accidentally erases all the VHS tapes in a terrible old video store in New Jersey. Alison and I really liked it and Stu tolerated it. Finally, we went for one last breakfast at the Greenspot, meeting up with Cliff who this time brought along his wife, Vitska, and 2-year-old son, Elan. They're a really sweet family and we were glad they were headed toward the Atwater Market too when we went there afterward for some last-minute train snacks and souvenirs.

The ride out of Montreal was not as nice as the one there, but still pretty great. This time our roomette was only half the size, and the cars were all super-modern. You would think that a modern train car would be better than one built in the forties, but actually most of the design decisions they seem to have made in the interim are poor. No fan, for instance, and no sink indents into which the soaps could fit. Plus the ladder up to the upper bunk squeaks all night long. But Ali fixed that problem with a pair of well-placed socks and we enjoyed the views just as much as the first time around. Baie de Chaleur first thing in the morning was particularly spectacular. Especially as Joey, our porter, brought us fresh coffees on waking us up. Before we knew it we were home in the land of ugly architecture and scarce taxicabs and mild temperatures and lovable kittycats.

- Andrew

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Hey, Everybody!

We're back. Montreal was a real good time, as were the train rides to and fro. Fro maybe a little less so than to. But we're home now and ready to jump back on that treadmill called daily life. I've got a band practice to get ready for right now, but pictures and stories will follow soon.

- Andrew

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Last Post for Awhile?

Not that I have been anyway, but I might not be able to blog in awhile, as we'll be on that train to Montreal in a couple of days, and gone for over a week. We're both really looking forward to the trip. My grandfather's not feeling so great and in the hospital right now, so our visit should be a nice cheer-up for him.

Things are moving along nicely with Alison's photo-superstar plans. All of a sudden there are numerous people presenting her with business opportunities, so she's got some deciding to do. Meanwhile, her boss/guardian angel has lots of good ideas for how best to shove her into the photographic limelight. She just got back last night from a shoot in Newfoundland with him, which I guess went off without a hitch, but then they paid for it on the trip back.

The weather here was wet and slippery, so their plane was diverted to Moncton for six hours. When they arrived back the driver of the shuttlebus that now takes you to the new airport parking lot flipped out because they didn't know where their car was parked. Never mind that a ticket had been given to them indicating exactly where it was, which ticket they had dutifully handed over to the driver as instructed when they got on the shuttle. Never mind that the driver no longer remembered which, if any, of the for some reason three tickets left in his hand even though they were the last party on the shuttle, was the one they had handed him. No, it was definitely their fault that they had no idea where their vehicle was in the pitch black of the brand new, featureless parking lot, and there was nothing else he could do but flip out and tell them to get off the bus or he would call the cops. Seriously. They refused to get off, as it was pouring rain and they had almost literally tons of camera equipment with them. So he stopped the bus and called "the constable," who eventually showed up and turned out to be a nice guy, offering to help them find their car in his car. But then as they started loading some of the aforementioned equipment out of the back of the bus and into this new, nicer guy's car, they turned around to see the bus racing off, the remainder of the equipment having been unceremoniously dumped into a puddle. When the photographer called the maniac's supervisor to complain, the supervisor said he hadn't heard the other side of the story yet, so he couldn't really do anything, but feel free to fill out a comment card. I'm not sure whether "I'm suing you," technically counts as a comment...

When they finally got back to the photographer's studio late at night, his steep driveway was so covered in rain-soaked ice that it was impossible to drive up, and they had to walk all the heavy gear up said driveway. By this time there was nothing left to do but laugh at their ridiculously bad luck, so that's what they did.

I, meanwhile, continue to slave over a hot computer, making black and white photos of cars sporting cartoon explosions full of phrases that end with exclamation points look pretty, and writing really stupid jokes to direct people's distraction and avarice toward the client-chosen objects of desire. Except that lately the jokes get so manhandled and reconfigured along the way that by the time they make it to print there is nothing recognizably humourous left in them. In order to bolster my comic abilities, I'm thinking of signing up for this class I noticed at the local comedy school:

HUMO-2046 The Knock-knock Joke

Students will be subjected to many examples of this timeless classic, becoming familiar with its history from the invention of the wooden door through today's post-modern variations. Creative discussion will be encouraged, and an original KKJ will be written by the student for the final class/critique.

Class topics will include:
Early precursors — mock-Greek names and the knock joke.
Who's there, indeed?
Suspense v. irritation in the participatory nature of the classic KKJ.
Character is punchline.
Suspense v. irritation II — banana banana.
Bing-bong, you go first, and other contemporary subversions.

Additional seminars will be available for those who "don't get it", and tutors Dwayne and Tyrone have volunteered to make housecalls as required.


See you in the funny papers!

- Andrew

P.S. Happy Valentine's Day.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

It's true, I have exciting news!


Hey all!

My big news is that I finally showed my boss James some of my work and he was very impressed. He strongly believes I should become a fine art photographer, and he's interested in investing in me! I'm not exactly sure what this means, but he did say he could provide start-up money for gear, printing, and other things. I think he's going to help me figure out how to become a successful working artist.

James never knew this was my dream to begin with since I never showed him any of my stuff or really talked about it either. I think we took each other by surprise! Anyway, I'm still kind of reeling from his reaction.

So now I'm working on putting together a book and also an art show — I have quite a collection of images that I need to sort through and organize! Wish me luck! Any advice would be welcome and appreciated. xo

-Ali

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Some Random News

Ali and I are going to Montreal in a couple of weeks for my grandfather's 93rd birthday. We'll take the train up, stay for a week, and take it back again. We're in a compartment with beds and a bathroom, which I've never had before and am quite psyched about. Just like The Darjeeling Limited. It'll also give us a chance to catch up with my old friend and roommate, Stu, with whom I haven't been in touch for over a year.

Last week I had a performance review at my job. I guess I was dreading it a little bit, but they didn't really have anything bad to say and I got a raise.

On Saturday night we went to a Brazilian festival called Carnaval. The Zumbini Circus played, same band we danced to on New Year's Eve, and they were just as good this time. There were also a few different demonstrations of capoeira, an Afro-Brazillian martial art/dance/social game. Kind of like highly acrobatic and fluid break-dancing, but with machetes and sticks sometimes. Very cool. Alison took some pictures, but they all just look like red faceless people on fire. It was pretty dark in there.

Check out the HBO comedy series Flight of the Conchords, about a fictional two-piece band from New Zealand trying to make it in New York. It's now rentable on DVD. There are twelve episodes, but I defy you to stretch it out over more than two days of watching.

Finally, Ali's got a bit of news about her photography that's really exciting, but I think I should let her tell you about it.

- Andrew