I started re-reading this book on International Women’s Day. It’s an old textbook from my Women’s Studies days at the University of Manitoba, and I don’t think I’ve read it since then. It’s a survey of the different streams of feminist theory, and gives a clear summary of liberal feminism, Marxist feminism, radical feminism (from two perspectives: reproduction / mothering and gender / sexuality), psychoanalytic feminism, socialist feminism, existentialist feminism, and postmodern feminism. Continue reading
This past Saturday, my friend R invited me out to her place to make stained glass mosaics. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, and R’s work is beautiful, so I was very excited to have a chance to learn from her.
A few days beforehand, she called me with instructions about what kind of glass to get and where. So on Thursday, I headed down to European Art Glass across from the Tim Horton’s at Archibald and Marion to look at glass. There were so many beautiful pieces in there! Continue reading
This book was wonderfully-written. It’s the story of a family whose youngest son (a three-year-old boy named Ben) disappears, and the effects of that disappearance. The book is told primarily from the perspective of Ben’s mom, Beth, and partly from the perspective of the oldest son, Vincent. Continue reading
This book was so gentle it was bland. Like plain potatoes. Kind of a disappointing chew.
The story was told from the point of view of three characters, Piper, Cornelia, and Dev. Cornelia’s part is told from the first person perspective, and the others from the third person, which is actually a technique I tend to like. De los Santos even manages to write that first-person perspective in a distinctive voice, which is always fun.
But the characters are… well… they are mostly nice people (or turn out to be nice people in the end), but there’s very little portrayal of how their characters develop. Continue reading
February is finally over. I did nothing creative in February at all. After I was rear-ended in January, I stopped weaving (because my back hurt). And when the February dumps hit me, I even stopped doodling, which is a disaster for me, because a doodle a day keeps the crazy away.
I was going through some of my pictures from January to try to get inspired for March, and I found a couple of reminders that yes, I do indeed do things.
You cat owners out there probably know that cats are nocturnal. That was a nasty surprise to me when I got my Kittenz five years ago. The cat I knew before that, Rakkertje, was already a sedate eight or so years old when I moved in with my then-partner. Rakker spent most of her days on a sunny windowsill, and most of her nights on our bed, with an hour of hunting mice in the yard around twilight.
That’s what I expected of the Kittenz (aside from the yard bit, as they are indoor cats). Boy, was I surprised to find out that no matter how much I played with them, kept them awake, interrupted their naps, and adjusted their feeding times, there would be a nightly hour (at least) somewhere between 1 and 5 am in which they’d be running around wrestling, jumping, singing, and stalking each other. And that’s on a good night! On a bad night, their schedules are staggered, so as one finally curls up to sleep, the other stretches, jumps lightly off the bed, and commences his hour of nocturnal frenzy.
I love the Kittenz. That is a fact. And I will never give them up. But I am a light sleeper, and insomnia is A Thing for me at the best of times, so I can tell you with a fair certainty that I will never get a cat again once these pretty Boyz are gone.