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Heart of the World:


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I’m still writing, (and re-writing and re-writing), both the pitch and the business plan, trying to make them as absolutely perfect as I can before I release them into the cruel wilds of the world. When I’m done, I’ll be putting the pitch up both here and on the website and asking people to spread it around more than I can alone. (With thanks to Katie for already putting up my messy rough-draft). The business plan will be up there too and very likely sent out to whomever asks for it. The more people know about this, the more likely it is we’ll be a success.

The realtor called back, has told me there’s no violations on the building, the plumbing and electrical are up to spec. Hydro is approximately $500/month and taxes are $14,849 a year. He doesn’t know about the insurance. On Oliver’s advice, I’m going to be making a legal offer on the place this week, possibly tomorrow, giving us a deadline of December 1st, with a completion date of January 15th.

People who would like to buy shares, the details on that are being finessed as quickly as I can in the hours around my day-job. I’ve got a lawyer looking at it for me and hopefully he’ll have definitive information for me to give you on that by the end of the week.

On a more socially accessible level:

Pacific Cinematheque is running a Russian Sci-Fi exhibition, and I’m planning on attending the Thursday night screening of Ruslan and Ludmila at 8:45 pm. It’s being billed as “A mad, enchanted combination of The Wizard of Oz, Die Niebelungen and The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T,” which sounds practically compulsory. It promises a lush, fantastical pre-cursor to Jan Svankmajer, Terry Gilliam, and Tim Burton. Tickets are $8.50 with memberhip, (double bills are $10.5)0, and membership, if you don’t already have it, is another $3.

Friday night I’m going to HIVE. Billed as a multi-faceted performance installation, it’s really a giant funky warehouse party with a bar/cafe in the middle, put on by eleven of BC’s best-known independent theatre companies, many of whom I’ve worked for or am delighted to be friends with. (Boca del Lupo, Electric Company, Felix Culpa, Leaky Heaven Circus, neworldtheatre, The Only Animal, Radix, Rumble Productions, Theatre Replacement, Theatre SKAM, Western Theatre Conspiracy). How it works is that the space is divided into 11 performances areas, intimate little toy theatres, each under the complete control of a company. David Bloom, (Felix Culpa), for example, has told me that he’s going up with our friend Alex and performing The Trojan War in Approximately Ten Minutes.

please remove your jesusland politicians, VOTE! (thank you)

American citizens: If you experience any irregularities in voting today, call 1-866-OUR-VOTE, the hotline for the National Campaign for Fair Elections. EFF lawyers and many others are standing by across the country to take legal action to remove malfunctioning voting machines, keep polls open, etc.

“No reason to be scared of other people. We’re the ones who carry the flame, the light.”

Sunday – we were still a city burning, but now on the horizon, as if the time between us were embodied in distance, impulsive steps out into a desert. Persepolis, though his name might be the name of my next god-child, I was never certain if I would wake next to him again. Enchanting, built of admirable social immunities, a strange ruin painted with glyphs that I desperately want to run my fingers over. Even in the bed, under familiar strings of lights that sang starlight like blood-cells, wrapped around a body that felt like evolution’s most satisfying proof, I didn’t know if he would keep me safe in the morning. He did today. I know I want him to again.

33 writers. 5 designers. 6-word science fiction. The old meme is back, what’s yours?

Saturday – a different house, one letter different. I literally vaulted over him to get out of bed when I realized we’d slept through the alarm. Over and out, into the rest of my clothes and up the stairs, without even saying goodbye, leaving only a kiss brushed quickly on his cheek, too quietly to wake him fully. My last glimpse of him, through the closing bedroom door, was one of a selkie trying to hide under blankets. It was only at the bus-stop that I realized I was going to be fine, I wasn’t even close to being late. Tea could have happened, breakfast even. I wondered, belatedly, if I should have woken Mark-with-a-K for his audition and mildly cursed the erratic illusion of clarity that comes from waking in unfamiliar surroundings. Early mornings after late nights, working seven days in a week, it wears – I left my mother’s umbrella behind in my abstracted rush.

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