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Entry tags:
- christianity,
- d,
- food,
- love,
- theatre
sweet & savoury
This morning the wind and rain are making a nice "shush"ing sound outside the window, which would be calming except I've been trying to sleep for the last hour, unsuccessfully, so now they sound somewhat sad and accusing. Long day ahead, I expect.
Yesterday, however, was delightful.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melted_snowball and I went into Toronto to celebrate our 9th anniversary together. We had lunch on Queen Street West at Red Tea Box, which offered bento boxes of tasty snacks, half savoury (*), half sweet. It was among the better lunches I've ever had: three puff-pastes filled with spicy chicken-salad and red pepper, two cod cakes with a sprig of dill, two pots de creme with blackberry and rasberries on top, and two tiny squash tarts with a sweet crust. The setting was a converted carriage house at the back of a quiet lot; with what d. described as an "old grandma" collection of various furnishings, though sort of with a Japanese theme. It was ideosyncratic, but not annoyingly so, and quite restful.
A great surprise to find, since we almost turned around a block earlier.
Then we saw Bigger Than Jesus, a one-man show by Rick Mercer, at the Factory Theatre. This is its second run; last year's sold out before we could see it. The show is roughly patterned after a Catholic Mass, with diversions including a little multimedia puppet show Last Supper, and a charismatic revival-style sermon by a wild-eyed bare-chested "personal Jesus" preacher who rejected original sin and telling people to wake themselves to their true God-inspired nature. A few parts felt a bit pat, such as the lecture-style discussion of the synoptic gospels near the beginning, which I suppose the creators thought they needed because their audience wasn't up on their christian theology. Alas, I expect they were right. But other parts were deeply affecting, and as d. said, cathartic.
This was one of the better uses of multimedia in a one-person show I've that ever seen. There was lots of closeup video, and various effects, but they were simple enough that they didn't overshadow the performer. The whole stage was white, and a video-camera came down on wires from the ceiling to project on the back wall, so we saw the performer from above, and sometimes he used the camera to point at the audience or to focus tight on a portion of the stage for the puppet-show (actually, they were action-figures & a pez dispenser). The only part of the A/V staging that felt obtrusive to me was the lecture near the beginning.
After, we walked around Queen West for a while, came home, d. napped for a bit, then we went to a pub for dinner.
(*) OK, so I don't know how to spell this word. Google says some Canadians spell it without the 'u' but most use it. d. didn't, but he's been a foodie in the US more than I was, so he's allowed. Anyway, you know what I mean.
Yesterday, however, was delightful.
melted_snowball and I went into Toronto to celebrate our 9th anniversary together. We had lunch on Queen Street West at Red Tea Box, which offered bento boxes of tasty snacks, half savoury (*), half sweet. It was among the better lunches I've ever had: three puff-pastes filled with spicy chicken-salad and red pepper, two cod cakes with a sprig of dill, two pots de creme with blackberry and rasberries on top, and two tiny squash tarts with a sweet crust. The setting was a converted carriage house at the back of a quiet lot; with what d. described as an "old grandma" collection of various furnishings, though sort of with a Japanese theme. It was ideosyncratic, but not annoyingly so, and quite restful. A great surprise to find, since we almost turned around a block earlier.
Then we saw Bigger Than Jesus, a one-man show by Rick Mercer, at the Factory Theatre. This is its second run; last year's sold out before we could see it. The show is roughly patterned after a Catholic Mass, with diversions including a little multimedia puppet show Last Supper, and a charismatic revival-style sermon by a wild-eyed bare-chested "personal Jesus" preacher who rejected original sin and telling people to wake themselves to their true God-inspired nature. A few parts felt a bit pat, such as the lecture-style discussion of the synoptic gospels near the beginning, which I suppose the creators thought they needed because their audience wasn't up on their christian theology. Alas, I expect they were right. But other parts were deeply affecting, and as d. said, cathartic.
This was one of the better uses of multimedia in a one-person show I've that ever seen. There was lots of closeup video, and various effects, but they were simple enough that they didn't overshadow the performer. The whole stage was white, and a video-camera came down on wires from the ceiling to project on the back wall, so we saw the performer from above, and sometimes he used the camera to point at the audience or to focus tight on a portion of the stage for the puppet-show (actually, they were action-figures & a pez dispenser). The only part of the A/V staging that felt obtrusive to me was the lecture near the beginning.
After, we walked around Queen West for a while, came home, d. napped for a bit, then we went to a pub for dinner.
(*) OK, so I don't know how to spell this word. Google says some Canadians spell it without the 'u' but most use it. d. didn't, but he's been a foodie in the US more than I was, so he's allowed. Anyway, you know what I mean.
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& thanks, it does feel like a while... sometimes. :)