Jose-maria was on Radio Voz in Galicia this morning talking about our pilgrimage and fundraiser! Let’s hope some of the local news outlets are interested too.
Yesterday, I picked Ella up from school and headed downtown to the CBC studios for an interview with Jo-Ann Roberts of All Points West.
What can I say about a ten year old who sits back on the couch in the broadcast studio, book in hand, while Jo-Ann is broadcasting to British Columbia, then puts on the headset, saddles up to the microphone and speaks ten times more eloquently than her writer mother ever could, answering each question of the interview without hesitation, then picks up her violin and plays Morrison’s jig up to the hour until the news feed comes in?!
Tickets may be purchased through the Victoria Hospitals Foundation,
$10 adult/$5 children and seniors
Victoria Hospitals Foundation
#602-620 View Street
Phone: (250) 414-6688
Fax: (250) 414-6687
Victoria BC V8W 1J6
- May 3rd, 2008 7:30 – 9:00 pm
- St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, Victoria BC
- an evening of music, dance, spoken word with: Daniel Lapp, the BC Fiddle Orchestra, Alma de Espana Flamenco Troupe, introducing Gareth Owen, Quinn and Qristina, Nat Roberstson, Charles Tidler, Ken Farqaharson, and spoken word by: Anne Simpson; Tracy Hamon; Colin Will; Tom Bryan; Daniel Tysdal; SMSteele; Maureen Scott Harris; Isa Milman; Modesto Fraga Moure and Diane Douglas.
- tickets: Victoria Hospitals Foundation or leave message here
actually, two new words of the day, this time from Manuel in Madrid (but originally Andalusian)… Malage, from mal angel (bad angel)… someone who sees the bad in everything, who has a bad attitude, someone who is not fun to be with…. Desaborio, which means without flavour or taste, and refers to someone who is totally uninteresting, flavourless, colourless… I think we might refer to this type of person as a “long drink of water”. tonight I am dancing a bulerias and a tangos solo for the first time… I hope my feet aren’t malages tonight and that my dancing isn’t desaborio!
So here they are :
violations of the basic rights of human nature through genetic manipulation
the imbalance between the rich and the poor
One of the best things about living in the U.K. was BBC 4. Often mocked as being the mouthpiece for liberal, middle-class Britain, BBC 4 was remarkable in my opinion, for the amount of drama, book programs, poetry programs and programs that discussed religion (often engaging skeptics vrs. the religious in thoughtful debate). BBC 4 is 99.9% intelligent (some of the news/current affairs programs get tedious with their formula of debate), 75% heart, and a good 20% pure soul; the latter being its religion coverage and its poetry. Since coming home to Canada, I have taken to listening to the Beeb online. I particularly enjoy their “Listen Again” feature.
The other great program you might want to listen to, is the Eleanor Wachtel interview with Turkish writer, Orhan Pamuk. It was so intriguing listening to Pamuk discuss his apprenticeship as a writer, studying the European classics intensely for a decade, his admiration of Dosteovsky, about his inner life as a writer, and also, intriguingly, about his methodology for researching a book. For his novel, Snow, he wandered the streets of a Turkish city, videotaping streets and houses, interviewing people, then taking his material back to Istanbul and digesting it. Fascinating. I’m going out to buy his latest book, Colours, a collection of essays, today. Essays, are my favourite form when reading for relaxation or inspiration. Whenever I need to think clearly, or write clearly, I take out Orwell’s collected essays and read one. Maybe I should do that daily! Here is the link to Writers and Company and the Pamuk interview.
than it is climbing up. Last week I hiked up Sulfur Mt. in the Rockies – slow, steady, one foot in front of the other, never looking more than five steps ahead, not looking back, then suddenly, I was there at the top of the world, my cheeks bright and stinging from the cool icy wind. Hiking back down – slippery, fast, requiring great concentration. And now I am metaphorically climbing back down the mountain after two weeks living/breathing/dreaming my work…two weeks of meeting fellow writers/artists, fascinating scientists… dreamers/doers. Back to the day-t0-day world. Back to working in isolation. Oh it’s not a bad thing… I am with my beloveds… still, I always leave a part of me in the mountains when I go. Here is the magic potion I take to get me back home… I get it on my internet radio, don’t know if it’s available online… it’s worth a try…click on flamenco…I dare you not to feel heat.
Ms. Ellebelle brilliance can’t begin to describe this one…I had the amazing experience of singing one of her songs with her today in her studio…Oh When the Saints… listen/treat yourself… guaranteed you will hear of her in the future…