i must have been excited because i didn’t take a single photograph. completely forgot about my camera. all the kids were there. jason and derek were charming hosts. jason did most of the talking. derek stood there, as he promised, and looked pretty. it was also the night before db’s birthday– many happy returns young man! great readings from ryan fitzpatrick, jay gamble, jill hartman and julia williams. oh yeah, and yours truly. a significant number of us ate the chorizo pasta at the mcnally robinson cafe, with varying degrees of appreciation. jason didn’t like the red peppers. some lost sheep returned to the fold– i was especially happy to see erin and glen bodner. afterwards we all trooped down to the bear and kilt, where kids will do what kids will do. in attempt to reach the spirit of rachel, a few of us went to my house afterwards and watched bladerunner, with a little metropolis interlude, to observe how ridley scott ripped fritz lang off. bladerunner is still the best movie of the 20th century.

lest you think all i do is party, it isn’t so. i spent most of a quite lovely day with nikki sheppy clearing the detritus of four and a half years of calgary living out of my apartment. big batch of books back to the library, some old clothes and odds and ends to women in need, a couple of bags of stuff to the consignment store, a visit to the handy recycle bins behind the 11th ave sw safeway, and a futile stop at london drugs attempting to get a promised rebate on a printer cartridge. i was explicitly told by the salesman i could come in and claim it, only to have that claim vetoed by the manager when i actually brought it in. grrr. afterwards nikki and i drank a pot of taiwanese tea and contemplated the headspace of transition. i’m learning to surrender to the turning of the wheel. it ain’t easy.


  1. jason christie on December 7, 2005 at 1:40 pm

    Larissa! You are such a wonderful person. Thank you for reading last night and for your kind words in your blog entry. Transition belies the illusion of stasis. I’m sad to think about missing you but I’m also really excited about the prospect of getting to visit you in the new place (and potentially seeing you all the time if Andrea and I move further west for school). Strange how words like new, transition, stasis, missing, have such emphatic connotations. Take missing for example. There will definitely be a Larissa sized space left by your departure. It will be apparent by the things which edge the space, the lives you’ve touched and the kindness you’ve shown. My head is hurting from last night so much of this probably doesn’t make any sense! Sorry about that. Luck with the packing! See you soon. xoxo

  2. blert on December 7, 2005 at 4:12 pm

    Larissa, I am sorry Jason is such a wank.

    Also, please please get in touch with me if you need any help moving, cleaning, other things…when you get into BC. I will always be here for you! xoxox

  3. jason christie on December 7, 2005 at 7:36 pm

    jordan, you are very rude.

  4. Larissa Lai on December 8, 2005 at 7:12 am

    i like it when boys have feelings. and i’m sure jordan meant ‘wank’ in the nicest possible way.

  5. blert on December 8, 2005 at 11:19 am

    I am so sorry, I forgot the capitalize the W in wank, referring to the mountain in Europe and not the insult. For the record, Wank is a mountain in the Bavarian Alps. It is possible to spend a night at the peak of the Wank, in an inn called the Wankhaus which was built in 1911 Many English speaking tourists traveling in nearby Austria make a detour in order to go to Wank.

    I have hiked Wank, and meant to say I was sorry Jason has not. I love that guy…

  6. jason christie on December 8, 2005 at 2:18 pm

    Wank is the largest peak in Wankteria, no?

  7. Larissa Lai on December 8, 2005 at 3:47 pm

    That’s a common misapprehension. In fact, “Wink,” “Wimp,” and “Wonk” are all higher. Hikers failing to achieve the heights of these attempt “Wank” as a sort of consolation. The view from it’s peak is, however, exhilarating.

  8. Jonathan Ball on December 11, 2005 at 8:03 am

    Metropolis is one of my favourite films … but it is creepy to watch in that it was well-known to be a favourite film of Hitler’s, who after viewing it tried to hire Lang to direct propaganda films (Lang left the country, though his wife took the job). I’m not sure how Hitler managed to misunderstand the film so much that he thought Lang would be sympathetic. maybe because he was crazy.

  9. Larissa Lai on December 11, 2005 at 10:43 am

    In spite of it’s surface text, I think Metropolis romances fascism as much as Hitler romanced it. Watch it for the light, and the way whiteness is troped. The romance continues in Bladerunner– check the figure of Roy Batty in particular. I agree though, it is creepy to recognize one shares an aesthetic, however provisional, with a monster. But then, one only need look south to see how many of us still do. And remember, “Nazi” is short for National Socialist… How do ya like them apples?

  10. Larissa Lai on December 12, 2005 at 10:49 am


    thanks, jordan, for your very sweet offer to help me when i get to the couve. i’ll very likely take you up on it.

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