Sunday February 14, 2010
Yesterday reading Anthony Powell’s memoirs
he comments on opening a bottle of wine and experiencing the scent of violets,
something apparently not all that common.
Reading Anderson’s story “Soup From a Sausage Skewer”, the first mouse
is taught by elves to magically produce the scent of violets from her sausage
skewer. This morning (being Valentine’s
Day) on a blog someone had posted (appropriately enough) “Roses are red/violets
are blue”.
Also today, walking through the Eaton
Centre I saw some sort of Olympic celebratory event. I thought of someone asking me where I stood
on the question of whether or not to have the Olympics; neither one side or the
other, I thought, completely indifferent.
Although if I had to take a side, more anti- than pro-. Then I thought of Mayor Drapeau’s famous
remark about the Olympics could no more have a deficit than a man could have a
baby. Then thought, well today a man has
had a baby – albeit a transgender man...
I went to lunch at St. Louis’ in the
atrium. There were two middle-aged
men bantering with each other and the waitress
on either side of me. One struck me as
being gay, the other straight. The gay
one jokingly asked the other one to marry him.
The other took this well. The gay
one was later joined by a friend and their conversations (mentioning bareass
contests at Woody’s) confirmed my suspicions.
Anyhow, the gay man had another interchange with the straight man to the
effect that it wasn’t possible for him to have his baby... The straight guy
said you never know what’s possible with modern science nowadays. A few minutes later he made a remark on the
cost of the Olympic opening ceremonies ($40 million) which he thought was well
justified.
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