October 17, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Should really write about things right after I see them…iD by Cirque Eloize, a Canadian contemporary cirque/dance troupe with very few circus elements, truth be told.
A fantastic performance to take kids to and if you crave something different, a perfect day out.
October 17, 2013 § Leave a Comment
“Here I should like to remark, for the sake of princes and princesses in general, that it is a low and contemptible thing to refuse to confess a fault, or even an error. If a true princess has done wrong, she is always uneasy until she has had an opportunity of throwing the wrongness away from her by saying: ‘I did it; and I wish I had not; and I am sorry for having done it.”
― George Macdonald, The Princess and the Goblin
I must begin by saying that when I finished the book, I felt immense sadness – I felt damaged and broken before I began and even more so when I finished reading the book. I feel too old and too dirty to take in such high morals and high standards as described by the author into my heart when I know very well that real life is nothing like that. That people do wrong and people refuse to confess a fault, and life goes on regardless. And nothing as simple as a kiss.
There is nothing much more I could say really, except that my conviction to live a moral life, an honest and simple life, is stronger than ever these days. Funny how reading about lives like that is a bit of a struggle.
September 24, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Perhaps I should blame the margarita for not remembering half of the play, but let’s start at the very beginning. Tickets to see A Doll’s House, a play by none other than Henrik Ibsen, were a birthday present for a friend who as it turned out was out of the country on the day, dancing at a Spanish wedding and drinking sangrias. I invited another friend of mine to come along.
It’s a long play so naturally we had to eat something mouth-watering, as you do. Enter Chipotle, a sin in a soft taco shell. The juicy, spicy, shredded beef slowly roasted for hours, I think, impressed me more than the play, fireworks in my mouth does not cover it, it’s like Christmas and lazy Saturday mornings but better:
The delicious barbacoa is not to blame for me spacing out during the play of course, it is Chipotle’s lethal Margaritas that came in huge glasses and looked so innocent until you drank one and went to sit down in your seat to find yourself floating high and above the heads of very serious spectators.
And I do remember the play, of course I do. I remember Nora, who came across as vulgar, lacking of imagination, neurotic and cheap, who, dare as I may say, behaved nothing like a Scandinavian lady of 19th century would have. The lack of chemistry between Nora and Torvald was uncomfortable to watch, even with lime tequila pouring out of my eyeballs. Hattie Morahan’s hoarse voice did not add to it either and only made a tragic character like Nora seem jumpy and pathetic, which she never was. It was all a bit too try-hard, too in your face obvious when I think and I trust the public that sat in those seats have seen their own fair share of shit called life, no need to chew it to the state of pulp and feed it to them.
Instead, spoon it in subtly, unceremoniously, because that is how all the tragedies in life play out – they happen on the most random of days (say when you take your cat for a routine operation), to the most ordinary people (boring office jobs, big ambitions, no talent), spoken in most primitive words. The impact of the decision to leave the family cannot be overplayed, the decision, if made by a strong character like Nora, would speak for itself, even without the door slamming.