from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Tue, Feb 1, 2011 at 9:56 PM
subject Harper sur Twitter; Clement hints feds may reverse Internet-billing ruling
Dear Stephen,
We went into the big city today, Rose my mom and I, and saw the “exhibition” at Market Square, bought some skull barrettes for Rose, and ordered more of the brochures for the “exhibition.” The artworks are either glued to black construction paper, hanging from the metal fence, or placed on tables draped with coloured fabric on top of a raised platform. With bankers’ tape blocking access. It’s not pretty, it is what it is.
So after our errands we visited Kate and Rich and five-day old Gus, who is super-cute, long, big feet, and hairy. But cute! Then mom dropped us off at Judith and Robert’s, we ate (Rose not so much) and Rose played with Macy – she was super-excited at the highly-excitable Boston Terrier. She played herself to exhaustion, and passed out on the sheepskin rug. Steve and Monica stopped by, as did Peter. A nice visit, but too short. We took a cab out to the valley ($29+$3tip).
Wow, so much happening in the world: Egypt, potential election here, publicly-financed attack ads, U2 and Arcade Fire confirmed show in Moncton end of July, and a massive snowstorm coming through. Toronto airport already pre-emptively cancelled Kitsums’ flight, so she re-booked to connect in Calgary and Halifax instead, and arrive (hopefully) on the 3rd, the day of the burning.
Horoscope: “Un semi-carré de l’impatient Mars et Uranus le rebel nous pousse à agir stupidement tandis que nous prenons des risques inutiles. Notre envie d’indépendance se développe tout au long de la semaine tandis que le Soleil en Verseau intelligent voyage en étroite collaboration avec l’impulsive Mars, culminant en une conjonction exacte vendredi. Mais nous pouvons essayer d’ignorer les éclairs soudains d’urgence jusqu’à ce que la Lune retenue du Capricorne se déplace en Verseau l’éclectique à 06h21 HNE, nous donnant l’autorisation d’agir.”
Did I read it wrong, or is it bizarrely exact in French?
And Pepys? “We out to Islington, and there to the old house and eat cheese-cakes and drank and talked, and so home, the ways being might bad.”
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Thu, Feb 3, 2011 at 7:55 AM
subject Financement populaire: les conservateurs éclipsent les libéraux; Harper Conservatives to quash CRTC decision killing unlimited Internet
Dear Stephen,
Happy Year of the Rabbit!
What a storm yesterday. Actually, it was a bit of a let-down, and had petered out by 9pm or so. Mind you, the roads were still greasy and slick (I drove 65km/h on the highway home), but it didn’t seem as wild as the forecasters had called for. And lucky for us, Karen was on one of the few flights not cancelled. I picked her up around noon. We found Suzanne in Market Square and had a late lunch at Urban Deli. We picked up her printed matter and then checked out the apartment where the artists are staying. Very spare. Very minimal. I brought a couple quilts and today will bring in a frying pan for them. Met up with Amy and Sarah, a couple board members, at Britt’s. It was nice to see the restaurant all finished and the murals. Dan is working there (of Dan and Trish, famous regulars at happinez) as well as John St. John! Odd to see him serving, as he was also a famous regular at pretty much every watering hole in town.
Kitsum’s arrival is still up in the air. She’ll either make a Toronto-SJ connection and arrive this morning at 11:30 or catch the next flight that arrives at 4:30. Talk about cutting it close! The burning ceremony is still set to go at 6pm. So with fingers crossed we advance through the day. Karen was on Information Monring for an early (6:40am!) interview that went well and hopefully shed some light on her restaurant interventions project. Great to hear the word “intervention” in an art and community context at 6:45 in the morning
Horoscope: “Quelque chose est différent maintenant que mercure le malin se déplace du traditionnel Capricorne vers le Verseau conceptuel pour rejoindre cinq autres planètes déjà dans ce signe futuriste. Alors que nos pensées sont libérées des liens du passé, nous pourrions encore avoir une certaine négativité à gérer tandis que le Soleil et Mars la planète rouge coléreuse, se dirignt vers une conjonction exacte demain. Heureusement, le détachement émotionnel de la lune du verseau nous aide à gérer nos sentiments irrationnels.”
What irrational thoughts? Something in line with the Year of the Rabbit being called the year of the love-rate, and that infidelities could spike this year? That people could be looking for younger lovers? Ha-ha, not me! Not even with a group of young attractive single girls hanging around the gallery. Nope, no temptations for me, no sirree. I do plan to stay in the city tonight and probably tomorrow as well, mostly so I can drink and celebrate and hang out with Karen and some of the board, and of course Stephen and Monica and other old friends, and I don’t know where I will be staying but will make sure to tread carefully with where I decide to lay my head.
Samuel Pepys said “Up, and to the office, where with my clerks all the morning very busy about several things there wherein I was behindhand.”
I was up early this morning, 5:30, couldn’t sleep. Woke Rose up at 6, poor thing, her eyes glued shut with scooglies. She’s back down for her morning nap. I’m off to shower and pack for the day. Lots of little errands to run today. Wish us luck!
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Fri, Feb 4, 2011 at 11:10 AM
subject Barack Obama reçoit Stephen Harper à Washington; Alberta must pay costs in bilingual-ticket case: top court
Dear Stephen,
Kitsum managed to make the later flight in to SJ, meaning she arrived 30 minutes before the burning ceremony was scheduled to begin. We were a bit late, already a large crowd had gathered around the stage, mostly the students in the portfolio development program at the SJAC, and their parents, and some typical SJ folks. Sadly, none of my peeps came, S&M busy, no response Judith, even Peter was not working the bar, at least not by the time we stumbled in. The burning went well, a tad sombre but that figures. The Hardman Group had donated large lanterns that were lit and released into the night sky afterwards, to great effect. We ate and started drinking at the Ale House. I met most of the new board members over the course of the evening, though never really had a chance to talk about anything in great detail. We dwindled down to just Karen and Kitsum and me for a nightcap at Callahan’s to watch the spectacle of Del. Unfortunately it was open mic / karaoke, which we have been looking for but the only suggestions people have is Sun Star, which doesn’t do karaoke anymore as it has been turned into a metal bar. Since I didn’t meet any friends I took a cab home, I didn’t want to sleep on the floor of the artists’ apartment and plus I missed Rose. Didn’t sleep well. Off to the city again soon, Mom is driving me as they need the car. Artist talks and the dreaded round table tonight.
Horoscope: “The action-packed Sun-Mars conjunction falls in your 12th House of Imagination today, emphasizing your fantasies. But your well-iintentioned dreams may be blocked by someone who doesn’t share your poetic vision. Attacking those in your way only increases their power and sets you back in your journey. Ignore the negativity and find a methodical pace that you can sustain all day.” Must refer to sex or work. We shall see.
Pepys: “I took my leave of Kate, who is mightily troubled at it for her estate sake, not for her husband; for her sorrow for that is all over.”
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Tue, Feb 8, 2011 at 8:30 PM
subject Périmètre de sécurité: les Canadiens seront durs à convaincre; Parliamentary showdown looms over law-and-order agenda
Dear Stephen,
We are back in Montreal, safe and sound, having survived the big adventure in Saint John. It was quite a tear from Friday night on: the artist talks and round table went surprisingly well (despite a poor-quality projector), and there was great attendance for the workshop on Saturday. It is all a blur to me now, as I caught a terrible cold and pink eye (!) yesterday while (foolishly) trying to work after getting up at 5am (AST), after a fitful night of almost no sleep (throat was already sore from karaoke the night before) catching a plane and then taxi and then after dropping Rose off, the metro to work. What was I thinking? The core gang (me, Kitsum, Karen, Suzanne, Amy, Sara, Jacqueline and Mike) tore a strip off the city between Friday and Sunday: multiple trips to Callahans, happinez, Opera, Taco Pica, dancing salsa, topped off with karaoke at the Union Station then an after-party back at the girls’ apartment with leftover booze from the gallery new years eve extravaganza. I was up until 5am but you’d be pleased to know that I didn’t whore around.
Anyway, I took the day off work and tried to beat this cold into submission. I think I have been mostly successful, though my eye looks like a bloody shit. I’m taking the antibiotics that Claudine was prescribed when she had the conjunctivitis a few weeks back. Hopefully it clears up soon.
And even though I am back, the east keeps calling me. Literally. It seems as though the “agreement” to show Suzanne’s videos in the former Bargain Shop windows has fallen through. Will it be a miracle if the space survives another year?
Horoscope: “You want to explore using new tactics today in your ongoing attempt to get a handle on your personal finances. Maybe your old method of paying bills isn’t working as well as it once did. Or, perhaps you are considering an original approach to saving for the future. Luckily, your innovative thinking can be quite realistic now, so conjure up a viable solution to a problem and then don’t be afraid to try it out.” Hmm. I received my ebill from Telus and paid it at the machine while depositing my curatorial fee (which I thought I had lost yesterday).
Pepys: “My wife well pleased with my sister’s match, designing how to be merry at their marriage. I am well at ease to think that care will be over.”
I’m off to bed, to try to get more rest. Back to work tomorrow, it is install week and I can’t take much time off.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Thu, Feb 10, 2011 at 8:37 PM
subject Projet de loi visant les criminels à cravate: pas de processus accéléré; Mask-wearing migrant ordered released
Dear Stephen,
I’m slowly recovering, drinking lots of honey lemon tea at work. My pink eye is still bothering me but at least it is less pink. The antibiotic drops are helping. I have less energy at the end of the day and right now am especially tired. I met up with Clo and Rose at the MAI after work for an opening of work by Lucie Chan, sister of Zoe. Lucie had been good friends with Rebecca and a committed member of the Drawing Club, way back in the day. Anyway, she wasn’t at the opening, she teaches in BC and couldn’t get away. My arm is tired from carrying Rose, and we didn’t get home until 7. Clo is at an AC birthday supper for Anne. Speaking of birthdays, she wasn’t too impressed with my lack of consideration and planning for her birthday, which was this past Monday. Also it turns out I am going to miss the cross-country skiing party happening this Sunday in honour of her birthday because that happens to be the first day the artists is able / willing to see the exhibition, and there is a ton of stuff we are leaving until after that point to install, and the opening is on Tuesday. Her gallery sends us things in dribs and drabs and is crazy disorganized. On top of it all the show really feels insubstantial.
Forget about horoscope and Samuel Pepys tonight, I am exhausted and am going straight to bed.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Feb 13, 2011 at 9:31 PM
subject Il est «raisonnable» d’exiger d’un électeur qu’il montre son visage; Bloc to Harper: pay up or face an election
Dear Stephen,
I had to miss Claudine’s birthday cross-country skiing afternoon on the mountain today to be at work and go through the artworks with the artist. I was at times angry and frustrated, not just with being at work but with the whole system. It was like close to losing ones faith. I just read in the New Yorker about Paul Haggis leaving Scientology, and I can relate I think to losing ones religion, only to realize that your religion is a cult. Art is a lot like that. But by this evening, after rushing home early (for 6pm!) to watch and feed Rose (Clo has WWKA practice tonight) and making a Paté Chinois, I was feeling a bit better, and realizing that I would much rather be doing seemingly pointless work in the service of art than most other things, except perhaps really helping people, like digging wells or building schools or maybe teaching underprivileged kids. Maybe that will come to pass someday. Anyway, tomorrow is a really, really busy day, with lots of running around expected in anticipation of the last day before the exhibition actually opens. Included is me looking for a different theatre lamp to fit the gobo that had been sent over from Germany, and a stand for the Rollei medium format projector (the artist does not like the plinth we built, it appears). But right now I’m going to get back to reading Galore and wait for my sweetheart to come back from band practice.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date STue, Feb 15, 2011 at 12:05 AM
subject Libération au sixième de la peine: un vote pour clore le débat; Harper propelled in new poll by surging Ontario support
Dear Stephen,
It was a 14-hour day today. Started with buying a new projector lamp assembly for Double Act, a Selecon Pacific, to fit the gobo. Then it was just one maddening detail after another; focusing small beams of light, making a balloon be still, hiding cables, unhiding others, spray painting out obnoxious details of new speakers, turning s-video cable into speaker cable, adjusting lighting, changing fluorescent tubes, and taking the odd break or two. It was a long day. Everything is more or less ready, so just some fine-tuning in the morning before the press preview, then more fine tuning int he early afternoon. Then the opening. Why an opening on a Tuesday evening? The after-party is scheduled for gallery Clark, where Dean will be serving up drinks in the Tiki Hut, and at some point after midnight the Silly Kissers will be performing. Will I still be awake then? Only time will tell.
-chris
PS we cut Rose’s hair, her bangs, for the first time this past weekend. They are crooked and make her barrettes redundant, and she is now cute in a more tomboysih kind of way. A third tooth has finally through on the bottom and she is standing up alone and without help or holding on to supports for longer and longer periods of time, though she usually tumbles after 5-7 seconds.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Feb 20, 2011 at 9:15 PM
subject Soins de santé: le Sénat évaluera l’apport du privé; Libyans in Canada try spreading news of bloody uprising
Dear Stephen,
Sorry I haven’t written in awhile. I was out late after the opening, the invite-only supper lasting until after midnight, the after-party a total dance-fest until well past three. I was amongst the last to leave, hopping in a cab on St. Laurent after four. As a result, I didn’t make it in to work at all on Wednesday, sleeping until 2, then getting the beds ready for Rose-Marie, who was staying overnight to watch Rose. Claudine had tickets to the opening of the Festival de Nouveau Cinema Quebecois at the Imperial Theatre and the premier of Stefan’s new film, En terrains connus, which was brilliant.
Thursday I took Rose to the doctor in the morning for the second half of her seasonal flu shots, then the rest of the day at work. Friday was another day at work, then Caroline and François came over for supper. Clo had made salmon cakes. Saturday we decided to go to the Belgo and the MAC for some art. Enjoyed about the half the show by Anri Sala at the MAC, and as always the Belgo was hit and miss. A good show at CIRCA, also some fun wooden sculptures at the place across the hall from René Blouin, and slick paintings at Joyce Yahouda, and a nice show of projections and collages by Daniel Barrow. Overall, a nice family outing.
Today it was cold again, we went out for some groceries from the market, cooked and cleaned and played with Rose. Watched the Heritage Classic, which was a waste of time: too much Don Cherry, overt militarism, patriotism, Tim Hortonism, and the habs in a funk. I’ll go finish reading Galore, while Clo continues into season three of Mad Men. I get sucked into the odd episode or two, but my attention is just not there.
Oh, I’m not going to drive Karen to Wateroo; Stacy is going. I’ve been away too much lately, and James is away this week so I need to watch the fort at work.
Are you going to fire Bev Oda? There really shouldn’t be a question about it, she lied to Parliament, right?
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Mon, Feb 21, 2011 at 11:04 PM
subject Sables bitumineux et libre-échange: Van Loan nie avoir menacé l’UE; Budget to focus on deficit, economic recovery: Harper
Dear Stephen,
Worked on exhibition maintenance today, which consists of things like cleaning slides or gobos, checking lights, re-positioning the balloon, etc. Also worked bit with Simon on some technical issues we are having with the ADTEC players. Left work early to bring a dolly to Eric as he and David were bringing a re-enameled old-fashioned refrigerator into James’ apartment. I picked up Rose from daycare and we went to the market to pick up a few things we forgot to get yesterday: eggs, olives and conserved lemons. I heated up a paté chinois for supper, then Clo made a zucchini bread, then Sarah returned our car and came in for tea and to describe Melissa and Colin’s wedding that she had used our car to go to in Toronto. Now I’m in bed, and Clo is working on a translation contract. It is just a small one, as she is so busy lately she is not taking hardly any at all. I need to get back into the habi of making some art, or applying for shows. I also have to start working on drawings for Robert’s next book of poetry, the Bovinities. It is all about cows. How apt: isn’t life all about the cows, really?
I received another “honour your pledge” letter from the Conservative Party the other day. I think I have over a dozen of these letters now. No, I am not paying the $200, though I will pledge it again if your fundraisers call. Is Oda still around? Or is there a new scandal / spin in the works to constantly and perpetually shift attention to where you want it?
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Tue, Feb 22, 2011 at 10:30 PM
subject Peines de prison: Toews fait fi des études sur le taux de criminalité; Airlift planned for Canadians in Libya as violence flares
Dear Stephen,
I’ve had what I think will be a great idea for adding some oomph to this project. I’ll write more about this idea on Friday, when I plan to launch a new feature within the parameters of Dear PM.
Work was work, had meetings, kept Ajay working, moved some boxes, attended a feasibility study meeting which just mad me sick to my stomach with the whole blue chip art world. Did I go to art school and spend years working in artist-run centres so I could ignore my own practice just to administer the handling of paintings valued at millions of dollars? Sometimes it seems to me that all the insurance, shipping, transport, conservation, auctions, highbrow stuff have no place in a world struggling to make its own ends meet, to feed people and more importantly, help people find meaning in their lives. I guess art does that, so whatever machinations need to occur for the system to keep it turning, whatever. Sometimes I’m clearly conflicted by the whole thing.
Made a turkey dish in the slow-cooker during the day, so it was ready when I came home from work. Clo made broccoli and red quinoa, then went out to choir practice. I Skyped with my brother Aaron and then my parents. Rose is close to walking and suddenly has a bunch of teeth, all coming in at different spots and heights. She’s so damn cute. We played our “role off the bed into papa’s arms laughing hysterically” game before bed. Tuckered her right out. I wonder if she will grow up to be a daredevil? Just like her old man was. He’s a lot calmer now. Kind of.
I finished reading Galore the other day and woke up suddenly at 6am from a dream about Newfoundland, and a plan started to crystallize in my head. I have to go there. I need to find projects and ways to get there. It’s too fascinating a place to not visit. I’m going to write some proposals to some galleries and try to get there.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Wed, Feb 23, 2011 at 9:25 PM
subject Le Canada évacuera finalement ses ressortissants; Feds will force change in Internet-fee ruling
Dear Stephen,
I was actually fairly busy at work today, and even had to leave suddenly in the middle of editing a video when I realized I would be late to pick up Rose. I dropped her off in the morning, too, as Claudine has been even busier. She took a translation contract, on top of her choir and WWKA and already-charged Oboro work. I could be working on my taxes right now, but a new New Yorker came in the mail so I am going to read it. I am still re-reading Galore, mostly on the metro and at lunch, I am still fascinated with Crummy’s storytelling. I’m also picking away at the new dearpm.ca website, as Friday I intend to start the new weekly feature. Woke up tot he news that the Habs hung on to win a big game against the Canucks. And the karaoke machine rental for Skol for Nuit Blanche is moving ahead, though I appear to be the one in the drivers’ seat. Stay tuned.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Fri, Feb 25, 2011 at 7:42 PM
subject Prix élevés dans l’Arctique: Harper prêt à apporter des changements; Harper defends party against ‘million-dollar scam’
Dear Stephen,
Ever since Yann Martel stopped sending you a letter and a book, I’ve been wondering what I can do to help fill the void. True, I’ve well outnumbered Mr. Martel in terms of sheer volume (I hit letter #100 in the first year of the Dear PM project back in 2001, to Jean Chrétien), but of course, he is an acclaimed author, and his letters had a weight and quality that my sometimes drunken and often rushed, non-edited scribblings never come close to attaining. But I digress. My point is that I think the public has a right, yet again, to get a taste of what I send to you. You might not be aware that I started a blog in 2003, and posted the almost-daily letters to the PM there until well into 2006, at which time I discovered that my mom was the most avid reader of the site. I terminated the postings and eventually removed almost all the contents, deciding to make the annual books available through print on demand with Lulu.com. Might as well make a buck or two off a ten-year project, no? Even Yann published his letters, but of course, that is is job.
I watched with bemused distraction as Yann Martel announced the impetus for his exclusive book club, the launch of his website, the occasional media updates, then the book launch, and now the retirement. All the while, my letters to you have continued, with no end in sight. To end it, should I pick a “nice, round number”, such as 2000 (already passed it, I’m afraid), or 10 years (again, passed)? Stop at 3 Prime Ministers (all with Biblical names, oddly enough)? Or not stop at all, make it a life project, somewhere in the realm of On Kawara?
However it ends (or doesn’t), I’ve decided to return to the world of the blog-o-sphere. Following Mr. Martel’s lead, I’ll post a letter from the continuum on the new dearpm site (that is dearpm.ca, in case you were wondering), every week, with a dedicated art review. Sure, some of the personal will get thrown in, probably some politics as well, but I will make the effort to write a review of one or more art shows that I have seen or feel compelled about. Instead of Mondays, I’ll write these reviews on Fridays, beginning on the 25th of February, because as Mr. Martel wrote you in his last letter:
“I was invited to participate in an evening event called Mais que lit Stephen Harper?, in which books and reading would be celebrated. I eagerly accepted and I hope that you will come, too. Take this as a personal invitation. The event is at the NAC’s 900-seat Theatre Hall at 7:30 pm on Friday, February 25th. It’s sold-out, but I’m sure two tickets can be found for you and Mrs. Harper, if you want.”
I love how he writes that so tongue in cheek. I’ve written you my plans for events before, even invited you, but of course, it is always like waiting for Godot. Maybe less comedic / tragic, but the inevitable unfulfilled waiting is similar. He and I both know you will not just “show up” at our functions any more than we expect actual personal replies from you.
So what art should I talk about in this letter? I thought about starting close to home, with the current show of Ceal Floyer at my place of employment, DHC. But then I lost my cell phone last night after the opening of Fiona Tan at UQAM, so I’ll talk about that instead, as well where we ended up after watching the hockey game, at Dean Baldwin’s Bunk Bed City at Clark.
Fiona Tan makes gorgeous videos, and shows why rear projection is the way to go. Nothing in the way of the viewing of the work, no projector, you can stand right in front for a full-on experience. The 2-channel piece called Rise and Fall features luscious images of moving water, waterfalls, streams, and swaying grasses and trees, but the comparisons between a young and older woman are a bit much. It becomes too overt about the passage of time and the subjectivity of memory. Whatever. Her portraits, presented on computer monitors mounted sideways, or portrait-style, on the walls, are lush and refer explicitly to Dutch portraiture, featuring slow, panning shots of her subjects bathed in rich light, in intimate settings. Very pretty work.
In contrast, Dean’s Bunk Bed City is a ramshackle arrangement of lumber, signage, fridges, cast-aside items (including a humongous satellite dish) and a series of bunk beds ringing a fully-functional bar in the centre of the room. The gallery feels like a blend of frat house and refugee camp, twisted into some adult version of summer camp. There is almost no sense that this construction exists in a gallery space.
Last night I found my tie, the Van Gogh that my grandmother gave me for this past Christmas, and which I had left during my first alcohol-soaked visit to Bunk Bed City after the Floyer opening, hanging from a nail high up on one of the upper bunks. We had just missed board game night, but stayed for a drink and a chat with Dean. Throughout the entire month he has hosted a variety of social gatherings: karaoke, Korean barbecue, slumber, pasta and canning parties. In a relational practice such as this, the physical installation houses social gatherings and shared activities that essentially become the artworks. Nicolas Bourriaud states that “the role of artworks is no longer to form imaginary and Utopian realities, but to actually be ways of living and models of action within the existing real, whatever scale chosen by the artist.” However you might be inclined to theorize about it, the events are fun, the beer cold, the cocktails extraordinary, and the conversations always interesting. I found a cute description of the sleepover here: http://kathleenwinter.livejournal.com/39588.html . Tomorrow night it all comes down, in a participatory gesture of destruction to celebrate the bacchanalian Nuit Blanche. I hope to take part, but have committed myself to running the bar and karaoke machine at Skol in the wee hours of the morning, and of course I plan to take in the WWKA performance at the MAC. We’ll see where the night takes us.
from chris lloyd
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Feb 27, 2011 at 9:25 PM
subject Ottawa impose des sanctions à la Libye; Canada’s Prime Minister Stephen Harper. Harper announces Libya sanctions
Dear Stephen,
Nuit Blanche was a relative success. We picked up the karaoke machine in the morning on our way to Île Perrot to drop off Rose with her godparents. We swing by Art Mur and Batat Contemporary to check out the current shows, then Clo had to get ready for WWKA stuff. I watched a bit of Burn after reading and ate an entire chicken pot pie before heading down to Skol. By 7:30 the Belgo was already hopping with Nuit Blanchers. We got the machine up and running and I met up with Karen and we sang some songs, and then headed to the MAC to catch the WWKA in action. Unfortunately, there was hundreds of people waiting in line outside, so we watched the performance through the windows of the restaurant. We saw the show better than those in the rotunda, though couldn’t hear the sound. Afterwards, it was back to the Belgo and Skol and karaoke all night long, until security made sure we stopped selling beer at 3am. Simon drove us home, though we skipped poutine as Clo had fallen asleep. Today was an apartment cleanup and laundry day. Also, I cooked a chicken in the slow-cooker and picked Rose up. I think she quite enjoyed visiting with her cousins. Skyped with my folks and watched a couple episodes of Mad Men to finish season 3. Now we’ll take in a bit of the Oscars before bed.
DEAR PM 