I worked all morning recording a lecture for one of my classes that I’m not very happy with, but have not re-done.
Is that a heart in my cafe presse while working?
Mark walked to Saint Lawrence Market and came back with bananas and strawberries and we had sandwiches using the jalapeño havarti and turkey lunch meat we bought last week, and fruit for breakfast.
Motherless Brooklyn was our first movie of the day (made me realize I’d confused Edward Burns and Edward Norton), based on the novel by Jonathan Lethem, not my favorite of his, but I did read it, and enjoyed it. It was a cop story, but the detective has Tourette’s, which is a twist, and the major action has to do with the corrupt housing authority, so not the typical cops & robbers scenario.
Frankie starred Isabelle Hupert as an actress with a terminal diagnosis, who gathers her family – children and their spouses, grandchild, her spouses and exes, and her hair stylist from films friend – around for a country weekend in Portugal. Our art film of the fest. It was OK. Beautiful scenery, beautiful people.
There wasn’t much in the way of reading of names or memorials for September 11th, at least that I noticed. Maybe I was looking for more after seeing Song of Names the day before. I blame the orange cheeto, and finding this gallery of photos at Washington Post where he’s looking observant only makes me madder.
I wondered if TIFF was going on September 11, 2001, and it was, although they suspended for a bit, and some film prints that hadn’t made it to the Festival as yet never did due to flight restrictions.
We had time to sneak over to Hot Black, and some idiot had broken in the night before and shattered the glass in the door. They were waiting for the police and insurance adjuster, and couldn’t clear things up, although by the time we were walking home a few hours later the paperwork must’ve been done and the board up service had sealed up the door. I took pictures of the buntings in the backyard seating, since my proposal for my session for next year’s Garden Expo is making buntings.
We sat happily drinking our coffee under these buntings, and we tried some of their homemade chocolate truffles, to go with – until a truck pulled up and started emptying a dumpster in the adjacent parking lot, and it got too smelly
We went to a reception for TIFF American friends at a pub – Fox & Fiddle. There was nice food put on by TIFF – sliders, cherry tomatoes & balls of mozzarella on a stick – but it wasn’t what Mark wanted for dinner. I ate a few beets on a stick – potential cookie party appetizer – seasoned roasted beets, a little goat cheese, dust of ground nuts – and drank a free Grolsch beer – since they’re a major sponsor afterall. We walked home, stopping at two different grocery store to find the right ice cream, that we took home and ate with strawberries.