Thursday, October 15, 2009

'city is a piece of ship.

Boarding time 2:30, Departure time 2:45. You get special treatment on airplanes if you have a baby- scratch that, you get special treatment everywhere with a baby, you gotta get one.

If you turn a sharp corner while you're walking, people begin to get a real "screw you" look on their face, then they look down, see the baby, and so suddenly and sincerely they get apologetic for almost trampling you and your little darling.
Feed going up. Look around and make stupid faces at other babies who are older than Trout, they laugh back instantly because they know how stupid we really look. Discuss surprise over all the lakes we see once we begin our descent. Feed landing. Tuck Trout into baby bjorn. Once everyone else on the plane has gotten off, we quickly gather our things and get off, apologizing profusely for taking so long. Pilot "is this her first time flying?", us " yeah, doesn't she look excited?", him "let's get a picture of her in the cockpit!", us "yes."

Arrival time: 5:30, stuff baby into car seat, and into super comfy limo car, with super friendly/knowledgeable driver, 30 minute drive to city (city I can't help falling for over and over again).Happily go to Halifax Pub the Henry House, eat delicious food, get puked on by baby, and in friendly east coast fashion, feel like it's really okay to hand crying baby over to owner of Pub who wants to hold her while i finish my meal. Baby not kidnapped by owner of HH, comes back to Ben and Justine's perfect apt. with lots of light and healthy plants. Sleep, wake up, do first day things- walk, eat, shop... have dinner with hilarious newlyweds and nearly parents, rekindle love for apples to apples, go to bed in cozy room.

the next two days the weather was gorgeous, took a stroll through the public gardens and through point pleasant and I realize that visiting in the winter, although not without its charm, has nothing on an east coast fall.

Thanksgiving dinner was delicious (thank you Ben)

I took a break from writing this blog, and my train of thought and memories of the trip have faded a bit, so enough about it. Basically what happens in Halifax every single time I go, is that the city seduces me, I will live there.

Friday, October 2, 2009

i love to laugh

Last night Chris and I went to the Manx with Adair and some friends, eventually the conversation turned to the Louis CK stand up happening tonight at the NAC. It occurs to us every now and again, that for two people who love to laugh so much, it's odd that we've never (together or individually) been to see a comedian (for anyone that knows Chris, you might agree that it would be safe for him to resist comedy clubs, if only because he can really become a target). In my case though, I don't know why I've never made it out to a stand up show (Jeremy Hotz was here, Jerry Seinfeld!!, i don't get it... ). Nothing has ever made me laugh harder than a really solid piece of stand up comedy. I have a surprising amount of respect for it as an art, and like I said I love to laugh. Here are a few quotes by Jack Handy that really kill me, I love clean comedy. Happy Friday!!!

I just think it's important to start the weekend laughing, so here are a few quotes from Jack Handy (you might remember him from SNL, if not... remember him from my blog).

“If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because that's what He's getting”

“The difference between a man and a boy is, a boy wants to grow up to be a fireman, but a man wants to grow up to be a giant monster fireman.”

“As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!”

“If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong though. It's Hambone.”

I Like this quote I dislike this quote“I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.”

Stampede of nudes
"The trouble with most paintings of nudes is that there isn;t enough nudity. It's usually just one woman lying there, and you're looking around going, "Aren't there any more nudes?" This idea solves that. What has frightened the nudes? Is it the lightning in the background? or did one of the nudes just spook? You don't know, and this creates tension."

made you look
"This idea is difficult to execute, but could be a masterpiece. It depicts a grandly dressed lady, looking straight at you. At first her look seems to say, "Quick, look behind you!" So you turn around, and when you look at her again, her expression now seems to be one of smug satisfaction. "