What a lovely weekend. It feels as though I’m coming back from a holiday this morning, which is good as next weekend will be my undergraduate reunion – I think I’ll enjoy it but it won’t be particularly restful – and the week after that I’m going to England, and both of those things will be far away from my sweetheart.
Last night was the final Music Garden concert of the year, and maybe the final one altogether if the Island aeroport expansion goes through. I shall miss them, if that’s the case, or I would if I was planning on staying in Toronto. So idyllic, last night, seeing the Kirby Quartet in front of a sunny clump of flowers, variously gentle and thrilling strains of Beethoven, Britten amd Purcell while bees and butterflies drank.
At the same time I’m not sold on the idea of pushing aeroports and flights constantly out to the ‘burbs, especially when the GTA has to give up so much of its tax revenue for crappier regions in Ontario and apparently can’t afford to improve the dismal transportation links to Pearson. But then the proposed expansion is totally half-ass and will probably just involve more Montréal flights, as if that investment wouldn’t be better made and cleaner getting us some TGVs. If I were in charge of everything, wouldn’t the world be lovely? Yes. Yes it would.
Speaking of which, I read A Brave New World this weekend. What a brainfuck. You should read it if you haven’t – everybody should. I wonder what the narrative would have been like if Huxley had had the balls to make the Savage a pure Savage, and not the traumatized child of a normal Englishwoman who was marginalized in the native community because of her sluttiness, but, you know, who the fuck cares. That book is wow.