I haven't added to this for a week -- but guess what? My power JUST came on AGAIN. It was out for several hours, but at least it was during the day. Windy and rainy. Just as well to be rainy -- the Olympics have been snowless for months, which is creepy, and the salmon were stranded again. I went to see The Business of Fancydancing at the Capital Theatre on Saturday. Sherman Alexie was going to be there but had injured his back playing bball, so he did a phone q&a afterwards, which was even better. I think he's mellowed since I first ran into him at Pascal Sherman Indian School for the Young Indian Writers Conference in some year that must've had a "9" in it (I can't remember when). I remember I was living on Ward Lake and got home at about 2pm. I didn't want to go, but got dragged kicking and screaming by Judy, the Legends Writer. It was an eventful trip, but I look back fondly on the good parts, and can laugh at the awful parts (now). I remember Sherman A. playing bball with our kids. Jim Boyd was there, too -- both were doing workshops. One of my former student's father was an instructor. It was cold, I remember that. The little chapel was pretty. Uh. Back to Saturday: I vaguely remembered seeing the fellow who plays Aristotle in the movie before, somewhere or other. I associate him with a legend-enacting group but I may be mistaken. I thought the movie was very good -- in the q&a S.A. mentions "32 Short Films About Glenn Gould" as an influence -- one of my all-time favorite films. The place was sold-out, jam-packed. Lucia and I preboarded as we are cripples -- it would've been impossible otherwise. If there is ever a fight around me between the Crips and the Bloods I'll be on the side of the Crips. I'm a Crip, man, I'd better learn the gang signs. Maybe I'd better do some research. If you have information please email me at: viviankendall@hotmail.com
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