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Listen!
If they light the stars,
That means someone needs it, right?
That someone wants them to be?
That someone values more than gems these spitballs of light?
And, bursting his lungs in the dust of noon,
Rushes to God, fearing that he will be late,
Weeping, kisses His sinewy hand after coming so far,
Crying that there MUST be a star,
That he can no longer bear the torment of this starless fate!
And afterwards walks about, tired but content,
And says, "Now you're not afraid, right?"
Listen, if they light the stars, that means someone must need it?
That it must be vital that every night above the rooftops
There glows at least one star?
- V. Mayakovsky, "Listen!" (translation mine)
I was thinking a lot today about how things happen because they have to. It started with me wanting to "go pick up newspapers", actually to (a) check out the aforementioned jewelry show at Snapdragon (b) get out of the house, since the family was waging our usual battles with the Amazing Force of Friction, and then (c) pick up newspapers. Unfortunately, I was frustrated almost to tears because Society Max took "oil Tourmaline's gearwheel so her bike will run" to mean "oil Tourmaline's gearwheel," and it required actual changing the wheel entirely before her bike will run. Of course, my father recommended I just take his bike; I tried and my feet could not touch the floor, and that is not a metaphor for excitement. Finally, about an hour after I had gotten dressed to set out, I finally set out, on my own bike, though perhaps with a new wheel. Destination Snapdragon.
It was worth it. I would never have imagined such jewelry, particularly one ring which was a gold-wire cage shaped like a Gothic cathedral built around a ring. I would not want to wear a ring that extends two inches above my finger even if I could afford $3500 CDN (+ tax), but it was cool-looking (made by Kay Lee of Thornhill, Ont.) Kay Lee also made a choker that looked like a knockoff of the Silver Seasons hosta lily choker, only with the lily on only one end, its pearl on another, and the whole thing is held on the neck by circular tension rather than hinging as with Silver Seasons. "Do you know what metal it is?" I asked the attendant, who seemed to be a new girl and unfamiliar with many of the things I had already figured out. "I'll check." "Check the price tag, first of all, and I can guess." "$1200." "Gold. Can I try it? There is no harm in dreaming." I can picture wearing it with a little black dress or an evening gown, but I have enough stuff in my budget already, and too few parties I get invited to yet, to make falling in love with a piece like that worth it. I own the hosta lily necklace from Silver Seasons anyway [goes to wear it while writing the rest of the blog] and it is more realistic and less stylised than the Kay Lee piece. If I get invited to a gala evening right tomorrow, picking jewelry accessories is the least of my worries (my red and black gown, the pearl-and-marcasite, and the silver gingkos, or the amber-leaf and the coral-silver earrings, and I'm set. And my black ballroom shoes. End of digression...Maybe I have turned into a Sex and the City girl.) I also checked out a pair of neat sun-shaped brushed-silver earrings by Ottawa goldsmith Kevin Cremin, with the omega clasps I love, which may be within my budget someday, but not now. I want gifts for the people I love first, darnit! From the way I am droning about expensive jewelry, what I really need is a rich lover, but if I respected him, I would not let him waste his money buying me jewelry. If I were addicted to heroin, I would not let him waste himself buying that for me because he loves me either; I would not be one of those women who bankrupt their men, no matter if I starve myself to get a pretty piece. In any case, Kay Lee and Kevin Cremin were the only pieces there I found memorable (not even anything else by Gina Fafard), and I do not think I am in love. Be still, my heart; attract money, my wallet.
The jewelry show is on until the end of the month. I highly appreciated the complimentary hot cider Snapdragon offered in this chilly weather. After a brief courtesy visit to the Glebe Magpie two doors down from Snapdragon (they now know that my love affair with the Experimetal necklace has reached the "we're engaged" stage), I headed off to the Bagelshop to fulfill the purpose of my voyage. I hardly stepped in when they started demanding I put on an apron and get to work, as they're short-staffed. "After the 12th," I say sweetly. "I may go to the party on the 11th," I add. Oh, Rosa bridled to hear of someone lacking time to work, but having time to go to a party. The logic of this is actually fairly evident: a party only takes three hours or so of my studying time, and if I do not know my math on the 11th, I will not know it on the 12th anyway.
After reading the Globe Style at the Bagelshop, I trotted home, and got ready to attend the musical one more time, so as to videotape the second act, we missed. However, on checking with my father, which took until almost 7:10 (curtain time was 7:30) we found that the entire musical was indeed filmed. I may still press my connections at the school, since our own video is blocked by the conductor many a time. It took so much time because I did not need to go anyway; everything happens for a reason.
But anyhow, I stayed home, and watched the rest of Concolor's Season 6 of Sex and the City (Concolor, if you're reading this, the disk is missing the last two episodes; now I'll never know, Carrie, Carrie, who will you marry?) Six seasons of Sex and the City in four months: interesting rate. Then I watched the amusing Soviet children's movie The Great Space Journey (about three children on a space flight, filmed on an even lower budget and with more obvious effects than 2001: A Space Odyssey and Solaris put together, but the child actors were nice to watch). Now after I finish this blog entry, I face the decision: watch Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, study some Complex Analysis, or both at the same time?
Decisions, decisions...
Despite the light pollution of the Ottawa sky, the winter stars are shining above the rooftops outside.
If they light the stars,
That means someone needs it, right?
That someone wants them to be?
That someone values more than gems these spitballs of light?
And, bursting his lungs in the dust of noon,
Rushes to God, fearing that he will be late,
Weeping, kisses His sinewy hand after coming so far,
Crying that there MUST be a star,
That he can no longer bear the torment of this starless fate!
And afterwards walks about, tired but content,
And says, "Now you're not afraid, right?"
Listen, if they light the stars, that means someone must need it?
That it must be vital that every night above the rooftops
There glows at least one star?
- V. Mayakovsky, "Listen!" (translation mine)
I was thinking a lot today about how things happen because they have to. It started with me wanting to "go pick up newspapers", actually to (a) check out the aforementioned jewelry show at Snapdragon (b) get out of the house, since the family was waging our usual battles with the Amazing Force of Friction, and then (c) pick up newspapers. Unfortunately, I was frustrated almost to tears because Society Max took "oil Tourmaline's gearwheel so her bike will run" to mean "oil Tourmaline's gearwheel," and it required actual changing the wheel entirely before her bike will run. Of course, my father recommended I just take his bike; I tried and my feet could not touch the floor, and that is not a metaphor for excitement. Finally, about an hour after I had gotten dressed to set out, I finally set out, on my own bike, though perhaps with a new wheel. Destination Snapdragon.
It was worth it. I would never have imagined such jewelry, particularly one ring which was a gold-wire cage shaped like a Gothic cathedral built around a ring. I would not want to wear a ring that extends two inches above my finger even if I could afford $3500 CDN (+ tax), but it was cool-looking (made by Kay Lee of Thornhill, Ont.) Kay Lee also made a choker that looked like a knockoff of the Silver Seasons hosta lily choker, only with the lily on only one end, its pearl on another, and the whole thing is held on the neck by circular tension rather than hinging as with Silver Seasons. "Do you know what metal it is?" I asked the attendant, who seemed to be a new girl and unfamiliar with many of the things I had already figured out. "I'll check." "Check the price tag, first of all, and I can guess." "$1200." "Gold. Can I try it? There is no harm in dreaming." I can picture wearing it with a little black dress or an evening gown, but I have enough stuff in my budget already, and too few parties I get invited to yet, to make falling in love with a piece like that worth it. I own the hosta lily necklace from Silver Seasons anyway [goes to wear it while writing the rest of the blog] and it is more realistic and less stylised than the Kay Lee piece. If I get invited to a gala evening right tomorrow, picking jewelry accessories is the least of my worries (my red and black gown, the pearl-and-marcasite, and the silver gingkos, or the amber-leaf and the coral-silver earrings, and I'm set. And my black ballroom shoes. End of digression...Maybe I have turned into a Sex and the City girl.) I also checked out a pair of neat sun-shaped brushed-silver earrings by Ottawa goldsmith Kevin Cremin, with the omega clasps I love, which may be within my budget someday, but not now. I want gifts for the people I love first, darnit! From the way I am droning about expensive jewelry, what I really need is a rich lover, but if I respected him, I would not let him waste his money buying me jewelry. If I were addicted to heroin, I would not let him waste himself buying that for me because he loves me either; I would not be one of those women who bankrupt their men, no matter if I starve myself to get a pretty piece. In any case, Kay Lee and Kevin Cremin were the only pieces there I found memorable (not even anything else by Gina Fafard), and I do not think I am in love. Be still, my heart; attract money, my wallet.
The jewelry show is on until the end of the month. I highly appreciated the complimentary hot cider Snapdragon offered in this chilly weather. After a brief courtesy visit to the Glebe Magpie two doors down from Snapdragon (they now know that my love affair with the Experimetal necklace has reached the "we're engaged" stage), I headed off to the Bagelshop to fulfill the purpose of my voyage. I hardly stepped in when they started demanding I put on an apron and get to work, as they're short-staffed. "After the 12th," I say sweetly. "I may go to the party on the 11th," I add. Oh, Rosa bridled to hear of someone lacking time to work, but having time to go to a party. The logic of this is actually fairly evident: a party only takes three hours or so of my studying time, and if I do not know my math on the 11th, I will not know it on the 12th anyway.
After reading the Globe Style at the Bagelshop, I trotted home, and got ready to attend the musical one more time, so as to videotape the second act, we missed. However, on checking with my father, which took until almost 7:10 (curtain time was 7:30) we found that the entire musical was indeed filmed. I may still press my connections at the school, since our own video is blocked by the conductor many a time. It took so much time because I did not need to go anyway; everything happens for a reason.
But anyhow, I stayed home, and watched the rest of Concolor's Season 6 of Sex and the City (Concolor, if you're reading this, the disk is missing the last two episodes; now I'll never know, Carrie, Carrie, who will you marry?) Six seasons of Sex and the City in four months: interesting rate. Then I watched the amusing Soviet children's movie The Great Space Journey (about three children on a space flight, filmed on an even lower budget and with more obvious effects than 2001: A Space Odyssey and Solaris put together, but the child actors were nice to watch). Now after I finish this blog entry, I face the decision: watch Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, study some Complex Analysis, or both at the same time?
Decisions, decisions...
Despite the light pollution of the Ottawa sky, the winter stars are shining above the rooftops outside.
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