Here's my Philcon schedule for this weekend:
I have to really applaud the programing people because of all the panels available, these are probably, mostly, the ones I'm competent to be on. I was imagining I'd end up on some panel like "The early untranslated fiction of M. Blatherskythe Blimpzesken: an examination of minor characters in Babylon 5 in comparison with the second transurnal blendstream movement (1977/1987) - Kyle Cassidy (mod)"
I'd particularly recommend "what my cat had for breakfast" cause, you know, it'll probably have ROSWELL CONTENT.
Also, if there are any out of town authors who don't have a place to stay or were thinking of driving back to NYC, the Rock Star Hotel is vacant that weekend, drop us a line.
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Sat 10:00 AM in Plaza III (Three) (1 hour)
THE VALUE OF ART: TRADITIONAL VS. DIGITAL MEDIA (119)
[Panelists: Ray Ridenour (mod), Kyle Cassidy, Luke Stelmaszek, Alan
Beck, Thomas Nackid]
How does an artist set prices for their art? Should a one of a kind
oil painting cost more than a digital piece that took the same
amount of time to make? Do buyers understand the value of art
Sat 12:00 PM in Plaza V (Five) (1 hour)
STEAMPUNK ART: WHO'S DOING IT AND WHY WE LIKE IT. (121)
[Panelists: Kyle Cassidy (mod), D.E. Christman, Thomas Nackid]
A discussion of steampunk artists
Sat 4:00 PM in Crystal Ballroom Two (1 hour)
KYLE CASSIDY SLIDE SHOW (254)
[Panelists: Kyle Cassidy (mod)]
Photographer Kyle Cassidy shows his work
Sun 11:00 AM in Plaza V (Five) (1 hour)
DRAWN TO THE DARK: THE APPEAL OF HORROR ART (113)
[Panelists: D.E. Christman (mod), Mark E. Rogers, Kyle Cassidy,
Thomas Nackid, Hartstein Onezumi]
What draws artists to do horror art? What draws fans to love these
images of gore and creepiness
Sun 2:00 PM in Plaza IV (Four) (1 hour)
WHAT MY CAT HAD FOR BREAKFAST. (218)
[Panelists: Orenthal Hawkins (mod), Kyle Cassidy, Alyce Wilson,
Terri Osborne, KT Pinto]
Just because everyone can have a blog does that mean everyone
should? Panelists discuss what kind of personal responsibility
comes with putting your thoughts out there for the world to read
I have to really applaud the programing people because of all the panels available, these are probably, mostly, the ones I'm competent to be on. I was imagining I'd end up on some panel like "The early untranslated fiction of M. Blatherskythe Blimpzesken: an examination of minor characters in Babylon 5 in comparison with the second transurnal blendstream movement (1977/1987) - Kyle Cassidy (mod)"
I'd particularly recommend "what my cat had for breakfast" cause, you know, it'll probably have ROSWELL CONTENT.
Also, if there are any out of town authors who don't have a place to stay or were thinking of driving back to NYC, the Rock Star Hotel is vacant that weekend, drop us a line.
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accomplished - Music:wolfsheim: i find your gun
Não é do meu feitio falar de livros no meu blog entregue as moscas. Mas tenho que fazer um comentário sobre "Areia nos dentes" da Não Editora, do meu mais novo autor preferido de nome complicado, o Antônio Xerxenersky. Em primeiro lugar, não vou compará-lo com outros autores como referência porque não gosto disso. O livro é um ótimo thriller de velho oeste, com todos os elementos das histórias de saloons e bandidos, ambientada no México. Mas não é só isso. A história em si é pura metalinguagem, com um escritor escrevendo a história que estamos lendo, com os dois lados. E alguém escreveu a história do escritor, que escreveu... E tem zumbis, e os zumbis surgem sem estragar o clima de bang bang, mas introduzindo todos os ótimos elementos trash desse tipo de narrativa, na hora certa. E todo o clima de Old Western Entrecortado com as agonias e desilusões do escritor auto-destrutivo, toda essa mudança de ritmo e de estilo e todo esse aproximar de quem está lendo com quem escreveu, com o ato de escrever. E não tem como falar da história sem falar dos recursos gráficos, que o autor utiliza em algumas páginas de leitura puramente visual. Os leitores acostumados a leitura constante linha por linha freiam-se na narrativa quando vêem uma página dessas. Uma página ilustrativa pra ser contemplada. Acabei a obra com um sorriso no rosto e vontade de ler mais.
Estou Lendo Ficção de Polpa , também da não editora. Legal ler coisas de nomes até então desconhecidos pra mim. uma série de contos de ficção e/ou horror de vários autores, com um preço mais baratinho que as L&m pocket. Ainda não terminei pq estou fazendo em doses homeopáticas entre os trabalhos de TGI e falarei aqui dos contos que mais gostei LOGO. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Estou Lendo Ficção de Polpa , também da não editora. Legal ler coisas de nomes até então desconhecidos pra mim. uma série de contos de ficção e/ou horror de vários autores, com um preço mais baratinho que as L&m pocket. Ainda não terminei pq estou fazendo em doses homeopáticas entre os trabalhos de TGI e falarei aqui dos contos que mais gostei LOGO. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Dudes, these Santa Cards I made are available at Topatoco! He is in the festive spirit wink wink.
Were here were having fun. Show starts in am hour.
Sent from mah iPhone. Fingers crossed ljapp.....
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That One Guy is in town tonight, playing at the World Cafe Live and crashing at Casa Del Milla's New and Enhanced Rock Star accomodations. If you're not coming out to the show, I highly recommend at least watching this ... crazy, amazing video.
Photo shoot tomorrow most likely.
Weir sold out tonight and most of next week too. Still some tickets for Thursday. They're looking to possibly extend the show.
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Photo shoot tomorrow most likely.
Weir sold out tonight and most of next week too. Still some tickets for Thursday. They're looking to possibly extend the show.
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- Music:That One Guy: Moustaches
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trillian_stars' play completely sold out. I'm standing out front with one of those "need a miracle" signs.
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The Scott Pilgrim series is being reissued by Harper Collins / Fourth Estate in the UK and Commonwealth countries (excluding Canada). Vols 1-5 will ship in the first half of 2010. Volumes 2/3 and 4/5 are being combined into 400-page omnibus editions. Volumes 1 and 6 will be separate.
Note: I have nothing to do with the cover design of foreign editions (or splitting them up into omnibus editions!). That's the publisher's initiative talking.
I assume they'll be edited for "English", but I'm not entirely certain. I do a bit of a mishmash with the Canadians saying "colour" and the Americans saying "color", although I can't promise that I've been sticking to that 100% of the time.
Obviously, the UK editions seem to be largely prompted by a Hugely Popular And Influential British Director doing the film version of Scott Pilgrim. But hey, they'll be much more widely available around the world.
EDIT: I forgot to mention: for U.S. people, the bookstore chain Borders is now carrying a special "Scott Pilgrim Bundle" of vols 1-3 with a new label that says something about how it's going to be a movie. They don't seem to have it in stock in their online store, but they are in the physical stores now. Good holiday gift for unsuspecting friends and relatives? (These are the exact same Oni Press editions as usual - the only special thing about them is that they are shrinkwrapped together with that blue label and that they are widely available at Borders over the holiday season.)
Remember, Montreal! I'm going to be at Expozine this weekend! You should come.
I realized today that the comic I was working on was going to take longer than I thought, so I made these up real quick before I take off for Montreal! You go to one of these things, and it's four days gone like a flash. Not that anyone checks the internet on the weekend, but still. In any case, I like the Kiss elves.
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I had this book about the Beatles when I was a kid and there was a photo in it of Paul standing around outside the Magical Mystery Tour bus and the caption said "Paul, waiting for the magic to begin." I don't know why that sticks with me, but it's one of those things embedded in my head. Waiting for the magic to begin. The truth, a lot of times, I've discovered, while making parenthetical asides so I can use more commas, is that while you thought you were waiting for the magic to begin, the magic was already happening.
So ... Tuesday I went to Washington DC to photograph three Supreme Court Justices, it was basically 12 hours of prep and setup for 30 seconds of actual shutter button pushing. I did get to listen to Justices Breyer, O'Connor and Kennedy talk for an hour and a half or so beforehand about Thurgood Marshall, cases they'd agreed on, cases they hadn't, all of which was pretty nice. I've photographed all of them before on several occasions, so the initial awkwardness that's sometimes there was gone but Justice O'Connor's husband, ill with Alzheimer's for twenty years, had taken a turn for the worse and she left quickly to get on a plane and go to the hospital to see him. I'm left powerfully impressed with her ability to deal with his illness for so long and with such strength -- with her ability to function in the face of such adversity, to talk with colleagues and have your photo taken and simply move from one place to another. She watched her husband of half a century slowly forget who she was and then watched him fall in love with another woman in the same assisted living center, and then watched him fade completely. John O'Connor died the following afternoon at the age of 79.
Flags were at half staff to honor the victims of Ft. Hood, but I'm now reminded that people go through powerful and tragic losses every day, and some of them deal with it with incredible grace and determination. I wish I had a flag for them.
I spent most of Tuesday taking photos with my iPhone waiting for the magic to begin, but really, it was already there.
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So ... Tuesday I went to Washington DC to photograph three Supreme Court Justices, it was basically 12 hours of prep and setup for 30 seconds of actual shutter button pushing. I did get to listen to Justices Breyer, O'Connor and Kennedy talk for an hour and a half or so beforehand about Thurgood Marshall, cases they'd agreed on, cases they hadn't, all of which was pretty nice. I've photographed all of them before on several occasions, so the initial awkwardness that's sometimes there was gone but Justice O'Connor's husband, ill with Alzheimer's for twenty years, had taken a turn for the worse and she left quickly to get on a plane and go to the hospital to see him. I'm left powerfully impressed with her ability to deal with his illness for so long and with such strength -- with her ability to function in the face of such adversity, to talk with colleagues and have your photo taken and simply move from one place to another. She watched her husband of half a century slowly forget who she was and then watched him fall in love with another woman in the same assisted living center, and then watched him fade completely. John O'Connor died the following afternoon at the age of 79.
Flags were at half staff to honor the victims of Ft. Hood, but I'm now reminded that people go through powerful and tragic losses every day, and some of them deal with it with incredible grace and determination. I wish I had a flag for them.
I spent most of Tuesday taking photos with my iPhone waiting for the magic to begin, but really, it was already there.
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- Mood: accomplished
- Music:cars driving through the rain
I might as well blog this, since I drew it.
This is a drawing of Aaron Ancheta's characters, Marilyn Finch and Jesse, from a comic in his head that I hope he draws one day.
No I do not have time to draw your characters sorry. This is the last non-Scott Pilgrim thing I will draw all year, I guarantee it.
I got a comment about my last comic saying that it condoned smoking, but I don't, that is nonsense! You should also not lasso cats out of trees, if that doesn't go without saying. Historical smoking is another matter, go ahead and have a smoke in the trench, but I advise against lighting three cigarettes at night.
Remembrance Day always makes me ruminative about the place of history in our current consciences, because it is one of the few holidays where we are explicitly told listen you have to remember this thing that happened ok and, one, people pay attention, two, there is nothing jamming the line like bbq's or parties or football games or chocolate eggs or presents. History: You should give a shit, who knew.
Just so we are clear though, I don't really care about Queen Victoria's birthday either so go ahead and slam it back on May 24 weekend, fireworks and the whole bit. Honestly we should all get free corgis on Victoria Day.
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On this and every day, thanks to all the servicemembers and veterans who take on the most important job a country can ask of its citizens.
Bobby Martin, Corporal
United States Marine Corps
E Company, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Division
September 1966-September 1968
I got my tattoo on Fathers Day 1987 or '88. We stopped at a red light, my wife wanted to buy me something, I looked out the window, we were
right next to a tattoo parlor, and I said "You know what? I want that Marine tattoo" My oldest daughter designed the letters along the top, and I went and got it.
I think about a lot of things when I think of those days. It's mostly the comradeship; we were like a family in that short period that we were together. I miss the hell out of them. But I also remember the day I got wounded. October 21st 1967 -- mortar round. I knew I was hit bad because I was bleeding in the front -- tore a hole in the front of my stomach, and there were holes all in my arms and I could feel the blood all rolling around in my back -- I had a hole up in the middle of my back, that missed the spine, fortunately, but just nicked the artery. My best friend said to me "Bobby, I can' t stop the bleeding." I was weak, I was tired, I knew that I was bleeding to death.
At that point I knew it was over -- I knew I wasn't going to make it. At that moment, I was at peace with myself -- I wasn't upset, I sat there and waited for the end.
The thing that really saved me was that there was a medevac that was flying right over head -- he heard the radio call and said "I'm right there" and they picked me up. When we landed at the air strip in DaNang, they didn't even take me off the chopper -- two corpsmen jumped in, and they grabbed my arms and started giving me plasma and blood. Talking to guys from the company afterwards, they told me that we were wounded at about 9:20 Saturday morning and I believe they started the operation at 10:45, so within an hour and twenty minutes I was forty miles away and in the operating room. The surgeons told me afterwards that I should have bled to death, and that the wounds themselves should have killed me, but somewhere there I had the will to live.
It's like my 2nd birthday -- I started life again right then. I celebrate it every year with my wife and my kids. My wife -- we were engaged before I went over, she waited for me -- always hugs me and kisses me on that day -- It's a day I'll never forget.
I always wanted to be a Marine. Just the idea of doing something that I thought was right -- if you believe in something, like freedom, that strongly then I think you should be willing to defend it. That's what I thought about it.
From my photo project Warpaint: Tattoo Culture and the Armed Forces
On this and every day, thanks to all the servicemembers and veterans who take on the most important job a country can ask of its citizens.
Bobby Martin, CorporalUnited States Marine Corps
E Company, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Division
September 1966-September 1968
I got my tattoo on Fathers Day 1987 or '88. We stopped at a red light, my wife wanted to buy me something, I looked out the window, we were
right next to a tattoo parlor, and I said "You know what? I want that Marine tattoo" My oldest daughter designed the letters along the top, and I went and got it.
I think about a lot of things when I think of those days. It's mostly the comradeship; we were like a family in that short period that we were together. I miss the hell out of them. But I also remember the day I got wounded. October 21st 1967 -- mortar round. I knew I was hit bad because I was bleeding in the front -- tore a hole in the front of my stomach, and there were holes all in my arms and I could feel the blood all rolling around in my back -- I had a hole up in the middle of my back, that missed the spine, fortunately, but just nicked the artery. My best friend said to me "Bobby, I can' t stop the bleeding." I was weak, I was tired, I knew that I was bleeding to death.
At that point I knew it was over -- I knew I wasn't going to make it. At that moment, I was at peace with myself -- I wasn't upset, I sat there and waited for the end.
The thing that really saved me was that there was a medevac that was flying right over head -- he heard the radio call and said "I'm right there" and they picked me up. When we landed at the air strip in DaNang, they didn't even take me off the chopper -- two corpsmen jumped in, and they grabbed my arms and started giving me plasma and blood. Talking to guys from the company afterwards, they told me that we were wounded at about 9:20 Saturday morning and I believe they started the operation at 10:45, so within an hour and twenty minutes I was forty miles away and in the operating room. The surgeons told me afterwards that I should have bled to death, and that the wounds themselves should have killed me, but somewhere there I had the will to live.
It's like my 2nd birthday -- I started life again right then. I celebrate it every year with my wife and my kids. My wife -- we were engaged before I went over, she waited for me -- always hugs me and kisses me on that day -- It's a day I'll never forget.
I always wanted to be a Marine. Just the idea of doing something that I thought was right -- if you believe in something, like freedom, that strongly then I think you should be willing to defend it. That's what I thought about it.
From my photo project Warpaint: Tattoo Culture and the Armed Forces
- Mood:
thankful
What's going on:
Nothing
I will be working on this book for the foreseeable future. The cover is in progress and I'm thinking it (and the title) will be publicized sometime in December. (Hint: the title has "Scott Pilgrim" in it and the cover has Scott Pilgrim on it)
We got a dog over the summer. You may have noticed me only posting dumb ol' dog pictures. Her name is Midge and she is part American Eskimo, part Pomeranian. I'm not sure which parts. She looks more like an Eskimo -- she's not insanely poofy like a Pom, but she has black and white spots (Eskimos are all-white).
So that's what's up. I got a dog and I'm drawing comics. I did a quick website drawing, mostly 'cause I took a picture over the weekend that I thought would work well on the website, and I drew a little wacom doodle using brushes that I downloaded the other day from this wonderful person.
Updates here will continue to be infrequent, but I'm usually found babbling on twitter.
lj app keeps eating my freaking text.
I'm off to Washington dc to do A portrait at the us supreme court. You can follow along on Twitter at www.Twitter.com/finallykyle I don't think you have to have an account. It'll probably just be a bunch of iphonetography and then them making me check my phone at security. But who knows, it could be cool stuff.
Now, lj app, please don't delete my text again.
Requests aren't done, they will be popping up as we go, but honestly I do not need annnyymooreee! I was looking at the Wonder Women that I drew last year and started drawing her again, because she's pretty fun to draw, and surly Wonder Woman here came out. Don't settle for being a tits and tits heroine ladies, be yourself! Poor Nibbles.
Hey Montreal! I'm going to be at Expozine this weekend! You should come.
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вышел август из тумана,
вынул осень из кармана,
я устрашившись спрятался
в пустой с-под вышедшего августа
туман и нет меня не видно, август же —
он бьёт и режет; осень — дело ржавое, кривое
а я вожу чернилом по бумаге что зима
пребудет, а август режет ржавой осенью
снеговика; течёт красна весна
и очень осень, я же
моё перо скрипит и рвёт чернило на слова:
туман бумага, и мешать лететь крыло
кривое, ржавое а август вскрыв туман
тот пенопласт, который снеговик а также я,
скрипит и режет.
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Got my essay for the Philcon program guide finished. How exciting. Got one photo for the Top Secret Elizabeth Bear collaboration done, also very exciting. trillian_stars' play got an excellent review in the Philadelphia Inquirer this morning and to celebrate that and various other things, we're going to have a little "Come See The Weir and Then Party at Our Place Because It's Friday the 13th Watching Silent Horror Movies" shin dig this coming Friday. So if you're local and you didn't go to the Weir for the special preview night, get a ticket for Friday and celebrate the spooktacular with us.
I recommend you buy a ticket now because the shows have been selling out and worse than missing the show is sitting on the steps out in front of the theatre listening to the screams of everyonebeing butchered enjoying the play inside.
Leisurely breakfasts with Roswell are one of my favorite things, especially while we can enjoy the back porch still. Soon it'll be cold out and the fun will move to the breakfast room which is cosy and wonderful in entirely different ways.
hope your day is swell.
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trillian_stars' play got an excellent review in the Philadelphia Inquirer this morning and to celebrate that and various other things, we're going to have a little "Come See The Weir and Then Party at Our Place Because It's Friday the 13th Watching Silent Horror Movies" shin dig this coming Friday. So if you're local and you didn't go to the Weir for the special preview night, get a ticket for Friday and celebrate the spooktacular with us.I recommend you buy a ticket now because the shows have been selling out and worse than missing the show is sitting on the steps out in front of the theatre listening to the screams of everyone
Leisurely breakfasts with Roswell are one of my favorite things, especially while we can enjoy the back porch still. Soon it'll be cold out and the fun will move to the breakfast room which is cosy and wonderful in entirely different ways.
hope your day is swell.
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- Mood: accomplished
- Music:tatty purring
Those of you who have been following me on twitter have been watching me procrastinate for the last day over the Big Essay which is finally coming along for but is, I'm happy to say, at the moment being set aside to work on the Top Secret Project with Elizabeth Freaking Bear and the house is all a tizzy (whatever that means -- there are people running about in strange getups anyway), I hope to have both finished by this evening.
I was poking around Kambriel's website a couple of days ago and remembered these two Amanda Palmer promo photos that nothing ever happened with, it's sad to see something nice just get sent to the closet, so I post them here.
I've got two new secret projects clunking along. I should have made some progress on them by tomorrow, one may be ready for prime time by next week.
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I was poking around Kambriel's website a couple of days ago and remembered these two Amanda Palmer promo photos that nothing ever happened with, it's sad to see something nice just get sent to the closet, so I post them here.
I've got two new secret projects clunking along. I should have made some progress on them by tomorrow, one may be ready for prime time by next week.
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I leave tomorrow at 9AM for tour. I'm spending a few days with my coworker Sean before tour kicks off in his hometown of Burlington, VT.
Eight shows on the east coast. We're driving. In a rental car. It's a very different situation than last year at this time, when we had a tour bus and a full crew. I was on six shows that tour, so I suppose I'm moving up in the world.
I had a very hard time balancing everything last fall. I had an unrequited crush, an inhumane workload, seasonal depression and job insecurity. I felt like I was failing at everything I did. Life presented me a clear choice between pushing through the pain or drowning it and I subsequently had a very bad, drunk night in Washington DC. The next morning Amanda made me go to Bikram yoga and I had to leave class early to vomit profusely and cry into a toilet.
Looking back, I had no way of knowing that one of the lowest moments of my life would come in a yoga studio bathroom in New Haven, Connecticut.
I am approaching tour from a very different perspective this time. A lot has changed in the past year. My nearest and dearest from that time have scattered to the ends of the earth and while I cherish the IM conversations and emails and postcards, it's not the same as sleeping in the bunk above them.
My life has a new cast of characters and I have a new leading lady. More than that, I am a new leading lady. The girl who drank and did drugs and slept around and felt very, very sorry for herself has given way to a woman who is grateful for quiet moments and cooks dinner at home.
I am less drama queen and more crazy cat lady and I am better for it.
I no longer need tour to validate me. I know I am good at my job and the hugs, tips and keys are sweets, not daily dietary requirements. I also have stopped viewing tour as a non-stop party and have started to see it for what it is: hard, exhausting work that can be very rewarding.
... but there is a certain magic that remains, I must admit, and I am blessed to be part of it.
First we take Burlington.
Love,
Beth
Eight shows on the east coast. We're driving. In a rental car. It's a very different situation than last year at this time, when we had a tour bus and a full crew. I was on six shows that tour, so I suppose I'm moving up in the world.
I had a very hard time balancing everything last fall. I had an unrequited crush, an inhumane workload, seasonal depression and job insecurity. I felt like I was failing at everything I did. Life presented me a clear choice between pushing through the pain or drowning it and I subsequently had a very bad, drunk night in Washington DC. The next morning Amanda made me go to Bikram yoga and I had to leave class early to vomit profusely and cry into a toilet.
Looking back, I had no way of knowing that one of the lowest moments of my life would come in a yoga studio bathroom in New Haven, Connecticut.
I am approaching tour from a very different perspective this time. A lot has changed in the past year. My nearest and dearest from that time have scattered to the ends of the earth and while I cherish the IM conversations and emails and postcards, it's not the same as sleeping in the bunk above them.
My life has a new cast of characters and I have a new leading lady. More than that, I am a new leading lady. The girl who drank and did drugs and slept around and felt very, very sorry for herself has given way to a woman who is grateful for quiet moments and cooks dinner at home.
I am less drama queen and more crazy cat lady and I am better for it.
I no longer need tour to validate me. I know I am good at my job and the hugs, tips and keys are sweets, not daily dietary requirements. I also have stopped viewing tour as a non-stop party and have started to see it for what it is: hard, exhausting work that can be very rewarding.
... but there is a certain magic that remains, I must admit, and I am blessed to be part of it.
First we take Burlington.
Love,
Beth
Well, I used a lot of the suggestions that came my way from that post the other day! I was pretty pleased with the turnout of readers for that question, I must admit. I guess it's because you hear a lot that people don't give a darn about history in this country, if depressing yearly polls from the Dominion Institute mean anything, but it's clearly not the case among my livejournal followers. You guys are great!
I had to do a general sweep that involved a good range of places, professions, backgrounds and time periods, so you know, not everyone's favorite author is going to be in there but I sure did like the range in suggestions. Looking at it now I wish I had someone from the NWT (not one! for shame) and New Brunswick. Stompin Tom is from New Brunswick but he's also sort of from everywhere. I could have put the Irvings in there, I think they control history in NB as well as anything else.
I was all crazed out with strep throat while I did this, but listening to Radiolab shows and a burning passion for Canada I guess(?) kept me going. You can find the image in today's National Post, along with an article about the Historica/Dominion merger! Interesting stuff.
( picture is under the cut because it's huge )
Here is the legend, the rows are sort of wonky but you'll figure it out:
Row One (bottom):
James Wolfe, Louis-Joseph de Montcalm, David Suzuki, Louis-Joseph Papineau, John A. Macdonald, Terry Fox
Row Two
Emily Carr, Joseph Howe, Joey Smallwood, Robert Bartlett, Louis Riel, Joy Kogawa
Row Three
Marshall McLuhan, Samuel de Champlain, Marilyn Bell, Wayne Gretzky, Emily Murphy
Row Four
Rene Levesque, Sam Steele, Farley Mowat, L.M. Montgomery, Susanna Moodie and Catherine Parr Trail, John McCrae
Row Five
Pitikwahanapiwiyin (Poundmaker), Oscar Peterson, Rush, Pierre Berton
Row Six
Les Filles du Roi, Mary Pickford, Skookum Jim Mason
Row Seven
Charles Best, Frederick Banting, Pauline Johnson, Mordecai Richler, Tecumseh, Stompin’ Tom Connors
Row Eight
William Hall, Tommy Douglas, Marc Garneau, Roberta Bondar, Rosemary Brown, John Diefenbaker
Row Nine
Shanawdithit, Louis de Buade de Frontenac, David Thompson, William Shatner
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- kylecassidy : Veterans [+27]
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- kylecassidy : Adventures make one late for dinner [+10]
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