A packet of chooses...

[felis_ultharus]

A grab-bag of things:

1. Last night, the marvellous archdiva played host to a movie night and fireworks viewing, which was wonderful. In spite of being asocial to the point of hermitness lately, I had a good time. I met metawidget, who hath now been befriended :)
   
   
2. Even lame fireworks, reflected off the TVA building or the CBC tower, are neat. From the TVA building, the each of the bursts looked like a thousand falling stars. On the CBC tower, they became wildfires and fast-moving rivers. Funny how the reflections should be more interesting than the originals, but I guess that's the whole premise of art and writing, isn't it?
   
   
3. After managing to worm my way out of reading Susannah Moodie's Roughing It in the Bush in three consecutive literature courses, I'm biting the bullet and reading it. It has a major place in my next CanLit course, and there's just no escaping it.
   
   And it's tedious, but sometimes unintentionally funny. I mean, reading about a woman go on for ages about how heroic she is for surviving the Canadian wilderness while her husband and maid do all the work. And the poetry that ends each chapter is so awful, it reads like angsty 11-year-olds posting on LJ. The prose is more purple than a pack-a-day smoker after his tenth flight of stairs.
   
   Plus she really hates the Irish. She despises the Irish. She comes across as particularly shallow when she complains about how loud and uruly the Irish are -- the Irish who, fleeing the Potato Famine, are now dying of cholera on Grosse Ile. You can almost hear her saying "Can't they die a little more quietly?"