Monthly Archives: August 2014

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy [and Jill a dull girl].”–from Mother Goose Many animals play: dogs, cats, horses, otters, monkeys, dolphins. People, too, play beginning in their first year of life, once they hit the … Continue reading →

“But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?”–Albert Camus

(grandson update, 29 mos.) requirement: Backyard Birds Calendar. Take Gwanma’s finger and touch each of the numbers of the month, giggling more and more once she begins to touch the 20s. Loud hearty laughs when she reads 30 and 31. Make … Continue reading →

Air quality 7 Sat. evening in Edmo. Distinct burnt forest fire smell. Ironically, this past week’s situation is much worse than all the fires heavily reported by the media back in July. At no point in the past week has most of … Continue reading →

All this recent muggy, sweaty weather in Edmo has reminded me of the summer of 1967 in my hometown. Mosquito fogging trucks out in the early mornings. Temps between 30 and 35 more often than not. And then those steamy nights … Continue reading →

there are many people in our society who wake up, restless again, as they start the day, palpably feeling missing pieces and rather uncertain about themselves and others. And then there are a good many, too, who wake up ready to make … Continue reading →

A nice, strangely gentle, romantic drama in WW2. A nun and a U.S. marine are stranded alone on a Pacific island and go through various struggles to survive. Robert Mitchum and Deborah Kerr are perfectly cast–her genteelness, his roughness. A … Continue reading →

at the Edmo Fringe. Recommended if you enjoy very good high school productions. Of most interest is the one-act-play itself written by Tom Stoppard before he wrote Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, his first hit. It is a layered spoof … Continue reading →

The Majestic (mini) Theatre at the provincial museum in Victoria. Playing everyday is an excerpt from Chaplin’s Gold Rush. Above, on screen, the iconic potatoes/shoes scene. Air conditioned movie theatres–why so many of us still go to summer movies on muggy days … Continue reading →

He was, most of all, a man of words, spoken and written. Arisen from comic-book and popular song worlds with epiphanies of the possibilities of poetry and Roget’s Thesaurus (1962) thrown in some ten years later. Through long-term serious reading … Continue reading →