On the bus coming home from work yesterday a man sat a few rows back, talking loudly to himself. He was having a two-sided conversation with sudden outbursts of, "I don't like your tone! Stop talking!" The Korean couple ahead of him stopped talking, thinking he was talking to them, uncomfortably nervous as they tried to avoid eye contact. After a while, it became apparent that the conversation was his own and the comments addressed to one of the various voices in his conversation. I felt sad that I didn't know what to do for him, if there was anything to do. Then again, I don't know that he knew there was something unusual about his situation.
Earlier I was on the bus while a woman started talking to people around her, trying to pick fights because they weren't Native (her word) and didn't know about Native issues. She actually got into a man's face, threatening to slit his throat because he didn't know how to treat Natives and needed to be taught a lesson. He was nothing but polite, saying she sounded very angry and he could understand how frustrating it must be to be overlooked by society, and she faked a punch towards his face, trying to make him flinch. It was so odd. His friends quickly pulled the bell and got off with him, so she went after a couple who were sitting at the very back, talking to each other quietly. She interrupted and tried to do the same to them. The woman, though, told her she was being rude, that they were having a conversation and to leave them alone. The Native woman started swearing at them, saying they were the rude ones trying to keep Natives down. The couple moved towards the door and the woman slid into their seats, continuing to talk loudly to no one in particular.
I don't like talking to people on transit. Avoiding eye contact is always the best plan.
Last evening Tangiene and I watched part of The Nutcracker on PBS. I usually love watching The Nutcracker ballet, mainly because I like "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" and a few others. But I wasn't a huge fan of this particular production at Covent Gardens. Sloppy choreography, unsynced dancers, a dull lead dancer as Clara... Really, nothing will ever be as good as watching it at the Auditorium in Chicago for $10.
Yet I still liked watching because I am fascinated by the male dancers. Do they wear a cup? If so, how do they ensure it doesn't slip while jumping around? The leg/ass muscles are what draw me in, but the bulge is what keeps me watching. I sometimes compare the sizes of the bulges because there must be different sizes of cups, depending on the... ahem... size of the goods. The lead male kept changing... uh... shape during the performance, so I'm not sure he had a cup on or not.
The thing about watching a ballet on TV is the closeups. Normally you wouldn't be able to see the finer points of the dancers, but with TV you see it all. So you can see that Clara is actually a 35-year-old woman with crow's feet and that the men have more eyeliner on than a drag queen. It ruins the magic, but is the price to pay to be able to compare cup sizes.
Yesterday I walked past the CBC pit and a crow sat on a fence beside the sidewalk. I was a foot away and it watched me without flying away. I think they're starting to like me. My friend Christine got me a signed (addressed to me!) photo of Ian Handsomemanthing. It's pretty rad. Did you see the thing Shaun Majumder did on "22 Minutes" as Ian Hanomansing as he hit on Claire Martin?
Currently listening :
Christmas in Stereo
By Various Artists
Release date: 20 November, 1999
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