A Canadian Prayer

From my friend Sam:

"Our Father, who art in Canada, hockey be thy name, thy will be done. GOLD to be WON on ICE as well as IN THE STANDS, give us this day, our hockey sticks and forgive us our penalties, as we forgive those who cross check against us. Lead us not into elimination but deliver us to victory, in the name of the fans, CANADA and the HOLY PUCK. AMEN!!"

All things pass

The great globe light of the Castelluccis is no more.

It was in that style that I suspect was popular in the 60's and 70's - just a big round white-frosted glass globe around an incandescent bulb. My parents have had it for as long as I can remember. I suspect it predates my sister. It's been a strange alien dome for adventure people to explore. It was the light source for artistic photos my sister took in high school. It's always been the source of illumination linked to my parents' living room.

Last night, my dad, having trouble getting the TV to respond to the remote, leaned back quickly and knocked it off its pedestal, shattering it utterly.

And so now we have new lights in the living room, and some small piece of my childhood is gone.

All things pass.

Nuit Blanche 2010

I haven't gone to the Nuit Blanche here in Montreal in quite some time, for obvious reasons. It turned out well, but then any night where I get to hear someone sing the Queen of the Night's aria to me is usually a good one.

Despite a set of missed connections, I did still get out and enjoy myself however. I hooked up with archdiva and some of his posse near Place Des Arts, but there was nothing really impressive that I saw there.

We worked our way down to the old port where there was at least some dancing, some skating to watch, and lots of people and energy. The labyrinth was over an hour wait, however, as was the ferris wheel, so we dodged that. I eventually lost my group and just decided to take pictures on my own. (Pure night photography with no tripod is kind of a nightmare, so I doubt much good came out of it - I'll put up anything salvageable.)

I did run into K______, which led me to Pixie, and so that was all for the better. This is what led to me sitting beside an ice rink with a soprano who was complaining she got cut off during the Opera Karaoke in the metro earlier that evening. I toyed with asking her for the Queen of the Night, but thought that was a rather presumptuous request of someone I just met. It then turned out to be what she had been singing, so she was happy to indulge me.

I might have a small crush now.

Sometime around 5 am we finally called it a night, given that the dancing venue we were told about closed early.

It was nice to know I can still part on into the wee hours of the morning if the company is good, however.