I was feeling chuffed a couple of days ago, and it continues. A couple of mentions of me have slipped onto my radar lately, and both of them made me go Woah. If you’re interested in seeing nice things written by esteemed people, they’re in the extended section of this post.
Month: October 2008
Salt Fish Girl Onstage
Sometimes I do wish I was back over where I could see cool stage productions and stuff. (Or get involved with them or something.) Like the upcoming adaptation by Gein Wong (&co.) of Larissa Lai‘s novel Salt Fish Girl. Say what you want about Wong’s “spoken word” performances (not my thing, but then, that’s true of most “spoken word” or whatever they call it), but this looks interesting: And no, I haven’t read the book yet, but I did get my hands on it. I’m hoping to get at it sometime this semester, as I’m likely to be using another …
Props to Carl Sagan
(I mean, for something more than being the guy who made my high school physics class interesting. We watched some video and I was like, “Hey, this is that The Dragons of Eden guy!” Or for being a great science-popularizer.) I’m reading the novel he wrote, Contact, right now, and despite the obvious criticisms many have made — such as that the novel is the postmodern response to the Femi Paradox: if there are no aliens, mankind shall have to invent them — there are a few things that are pretty striking about the first third (or so) of the …
What’s the Problem?
UPDATE (2:30pm): I still haven’t seen the top man in the office, but some other high-level guy I’d seen before showed up with one of the below-mentioned Tweedles today, and said that, yeah, it’d really be better if we moved upstairs, as the place we’re now in is about to be torn apart to figure out what the hell is causing the recurrent tank leak above my closet. The good news? They’re going to be sending some guys over to “help” move the stuff upstairs. The bad news? Moving is a pain in the ass, we’ll have one fewer room, …
No Respect, I Tell Ya
So I’m researching (actually, flipping through a book and giggling at, though also trying to find good examples of) old hipster slang — that is, white hipster slang — and what, pray tell, did I find? Goon from Saskatoon: An idiot, a square. No respect, I tell ya. We get no respect. Then again, it’s kind of true, and was probably even more true in the 1930s. Another one I got a kick out of was Hot pillow joint, which is, of course, a hotel that rents out rooms by the hour. Just the kind of thing I can actually …