I had a ridiculous day yesterday. I woke up just before my alarm and got myself ready for school and ran out to catch an earlier bus thinking how nice it would be to get to school in plenty of time to stroll leisurely into my African American history class on time and relaxed. Well, that was the plan.
A bus was coming when I got to the stop - oh joy! It seems that I always just miss one. But the bus didn't stop because it was full. Bummer. But I check the time and note that I still have plenty of time to catch the next one and still get to school early. The bus is supposed to come every ten minutes. After ten minutes, there is still no bus on the horizon. After another 5, there are a load of stressed out looking people waiting for the bus. I make a call to translink after another 5 minutes to complain. I don't normally do this but they are talking about raising transit fares again and the bus service in this city is appallingly bad. So I was just doing my civic duty - making my small contribution to public activism, when a bus comes. I get on, insert my Upass in the card slot thingy... and it doesn't come out. The driver says to me, "I'll just give you another transfer" and I say, "um, that wasn't a transfer, it was my Upass and I kind of really need it." So the driver says, "I'll put in a service call" and I go "okay but I'm getting off at Broadway." Arg. Well, the fix-it guy met the bus at Broadway and retrieved my pass and I dash off to catch the train (step two of my three step trip to the University). So after a 25 minute delay, somehow I actually still managed to get to school on time - but just barely and I ran through the AQ to get to my class.
After my class I got a sammich and orange juice for breakfast/lunch and parked myself in a cubicle, plugged in my laptop, and worked on finishing a paper that was due in 2.5 hours.
I got it done just barely on time. I emailed the pages to myself, ran to the computer lab, printed it out stapled it and ran off to class.
We've just made a gigantic leap from WWI to the Thatcher years. True I missed my class last week, but it still seems like a huge leap to skip the Depression and WWII.
Anyway, we watch My Beautiful Landrette. My Beautiful Laundrette is a perfect example of why I'm always wary of watching films from the 80's that I loved back then. Originally shot for BBC television on 16mm film, the quality wasn't very good, but it was the dated cinematography and the silly synthesizer soundtrack that made my skin itch.
After class I rushed back into the city to meet G for sushi. I had the toro sashimi, gomae and kani sunomono. Then we took a cab downtown to the Contemporary Art Gallery for a meeting of The Music Appreciation Society. There were 5 panelists - each one brought a piece of music to play and spoke about it before hand. One woman played a song by Gillian Welch and talked about issues of authenticity. Gillian Welch grew up on Los Angeles, her parents were producers for the Carol Burnett Show, but the music she plays is this kind of Depression era style folk music. Another guy played a Dr Drey song and talked about the semiotics of something or other. After there was a question and answer period and I asked why we are more concerned about authenticity in the music we listen to than we are when we're reading fiction or poetry. The answer was vague, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that people identify so personally with the music they appreciate, that they want to feel like the source of the music is personal as well.
Following the talk, G and I met some friends at the Atlantic Trap and Grill - a maritime bar. We had a couple of drinks there and then went to the Commodore Ballroom to see Neko Case.
It was a great show, but too short. This was the second time I've seen her play and it's wonderful to see her perform live. She has such a beautiful voice and is positively radiant on stage.
I got home around midnight, watched a few minutes of Letterman and went to bed.