Shane Koyczan and Dan Mangan.
Doors at 8, show at 9. Tickets are $10. The Biltmore, 395 Kingsway and down around the corner.
Also this week, the PuSh festival presents Dances for a Small Stage number 18
, playing Thursday and Friday night 7 to 10. Tickets are $15 at the door. Upstairs at The Legion, 2206 Commercial Drive.
“Mix fabulous contemporary dance, an intimate cabaret space and a ridiculously small stage, and find yourself at Dances for a Small Stage 18. MovEnt’s Day Helesic and Julie-anne Saroyan bring Small Stage to The Drive! Head over to The Legion on The Drive for a unique evening of dance in an atmosphere that is relaxed, casual and full of fun. With drinks in hand, sit back, relax and enjoy contemporary dance works performed by exciting artists in an usual and hip environment. This is new dance, made to measure.”
Featured this year: Kidd Pivot/Crystal Pite, Alison Denham, Joe Ink/Jacci Collins, Rob Kitsos, Meghan Goodman, Kim Sato, Science Friction, Patrick Pennefather, and Peter Chu (Las Vegas).
The Sigur Rós
film, unsurprisingly, was exceptionally nice. In order of approximate appearance, thank you to Karen
, Joshua, Ray, Bob, Frank
, Richard, Robin, Keith
, Anna, Beth
, Tarek, and Jesse
. It was lovely to have you over. I say that, of course, not having seen the dishes left over by the light of day, but I’m almost entirely certain I’ll say it then too. Really. Probably. It’s likely. And with that, it’s quarter past three in the morning. Time for bed.
Why go go to several parties, when you could come to this one?
To celebrate the joy that is having a sane and compatible roommate, we are inviting you to come and partake of Heima, the recent Sigur Ros movie, TONIGHT.
Doors at seven, movie at eight, questionable party games, anytime.
Food welcome, also donations, as oh noes, I’m being bilked by a software jerk who doesn’t want to pay for writing because “that isn’t real work anyway.”* If you’re worried you’re going to be coming over too late, don’t. Just call.
BYO-anything you like.
I realize that with the snow, travel is suddenly a bit of an issue. I hope you find it within yourself to come out anyway, as it’s nice to have company to make cold nights cozy. For those worried about getting stuck, we have plenty of crash space and blankets.
*I had a verbal agreement with someone to do three pages of technical writing for them, now they’re saying they don’t have to pay, just in time for rent. My favourite quote “think of it as a contribution to your community”. I’ve posted what happened to the technical writing forum I collected the job from, and have sent him a very legal e-mail stating that the written work remains my property until he pays me for it. Unless I catch him, though, I’m pretty sure the point is moot.
So I’ve decided it’s time to try and land a husband. Does anyone have any tips? I’ve been doing my best to memorize the Social Issues Resource Centre’s Guide to Flirting, but I’m not sure about what other sorts of presentation I should go for. The ceremonial make-up for instance. It’s all well and good to know which direction to tilt your eyes, but if I don’t know what colours to paint them, what good will it do me? Where do you go to learn that stuff? Are there courses? Or is a mother-daughter kind of thing? Or should I go to a priest? The rabbit fur brushes felt heavenly soft, but I took a peek at an eye-lash curler in the temple this morning, damn thing looked like a torture instrument from a high school play, too over-the-top to take seriously. And then there’s clothes. Always clothes. They’re such a riot of language. What best says, “I’m responsible, but a minx in the sack”? I’d hate to come across the wrong way with a bit of mis-placed plaid. It’s like skirts, all the holy books say that short skirts are effective skirts, but how do you keep your knees from freezing?
My band played a stadium for the first time last night. It was great! We Totally Rocked. Standing up there, looking at all the people… Rabbit hole! Rabbit hole! I felt a shared sense of risk and trust, as though everything felt perpetually threatened, like everything might crack, but everyone was comfortable with it, had accepted it. Effing magical. And the gig! Judith, our new contortionist, was fantastic, ripping solos out with only her toes!! Bam! Totally unscripted! Right to the eyes! Our choreographer pitched a fit, but whatever.