Sunday, June 03, 2007

We are in the new house finally, but it's been a bit of a rocky ride. Moving started on the morning of the 30th and didn't finish until midnight, even though we had two incredible helpers (Kyath and Dan, props) and worked our asses off. Too much stuff, period.
A raccoon ran up the tree in our new backyard this morning ( about 15 feet from our back deck) and stole a baby crow right out of it's nest, right in front of us. Poor little guy didn't have a chance. Parents returned in mid-theft and went predictably ape shit. A whole gang of neighbourhood crows swooped in to add their vocal support to the parents while our downstairs neighbour started running around in the bushes clapping his hands, trying to flush out the long-gone thief. It was pandemonium.
Walked over to the neighbourhood Thrifty's afterwards for a big grocery spree and arrived home to find the fridge conked out and our frozen berries leaking all over the place. The landlord is called but can't come over till tomorrow. He suggests we go down into the basement, find the old fridge thats down there, plug it in, and throw our groceries in that. We do. It doesn't work either. No wait, the freezer works. Good news for the orange juice, not so much for the produce.
A lot of reading in the last month or so before the move. Before I forget:

Alain de Botton - The Consolations of Philosophy
The Architecture of Happiness
Don Delillo - White Noise
Morris Berman - Dark Ages America
Plato - Republic
J.G. Ballard - Crash
William Langweische - The Outlaw Sea
Sam Harris - Letter to a Christian Nation
Alison Bechdel - Fun Home

The Bechdel is brilliant. The Botton books are great fun, especially the philosophy one. The Berman is classic Berman, with few surprises. The world is still hopelessly off course, and Berman is still horrified by the statistics (especially those high school geography test scores, yikes.) Nothing I disagree with really, just nothing new. Ditto on the Harris.
"Outlaw Sea" reads like a collection of magazine pieces cobbled together by theme, but is worth reading for it's nightmarish account of the sinking of the Estonia, which begins on page 100 and is so nerve wrackingly visceral it basically hi-jacks the rest of the book. It really is worth checking out. I'll never feel safe on the BC Ferries again.
Off to bed.