Sunday, August 28, 2005

Closer to Closer

This weekend I spent alot of my time watching plays. Lucky for me, Halifax is full of accessible theatre options in the summer months. My favourite presentation was the Saturday production of Closer. If anyone remembers, I named the recent film version of this play as one of my 5 best films of 2004. I also gave kudos to Clive Owen and props to Natalie Portman for their outstanding performances in the piece. My opportunity to see the play gave clearer insight to the story and strengthened my love for the film.

Written by Patrick Marber in the late 90s, Closer was a stage hit in London before tackling Broadway. Owen was featured on the English stage but in the role of Dan whereas in the film he was Larry. Larry continues to be the most magnetic character even in the simple presentation I saw Saturday. Using sparse black staging, the Genesis Theatre version put the focus on the characters. This story is meant to be delivered this way. The play is more thematically whole than the film because the Alice storyline comes full circle. The play is also more explicit in the unravelling of the narrative - an element that is important on the stage to maintain coherence and one that was appropriately muddied on the screen.

It goes without saying that the local cast does not hold up to the star version. In fact, I found the live performance to be a tad stilted, thereby harming the emotional rawness that was so powerful in the movie. In particular, the actress playing Alice chose to be more aloof and never shed a tear. But for me, it is Portman's tears that bring the most tragedy. Still, with such difficult material, the Canadian crew deftly carried the bulk of it. The chat room scene between Dan and Larry was exquisite to watch.

As a first presentation for a fledgling company, Closer is an ambitious choice. The experience was also the most stripped-down theatre production I have seen. But the lure of the name and the opportunity to see live actors deliver the sharp and biting dialogue got me into the seat. Closer has become one of my plays to see anytime it is presented. In the meantime, I can sit at home and watch the movie again.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

The Brothers Grimm - movie review

Once upon a time my mother chose the movies that my brother and I got to enjoy. Since that time, my mother has occassionally questioned her movie-selection abilities in my youth ("maybe Raiders was a little scary for a 10-year-old") but I can only thank her for her sound judgement. I grew up with a healthy dose of creative film-making placed before me. It was, afterall, a time when adventurous story-telling and spectacular visuals were in their prime. It was the age of early Spielberg and Lucas adventure yarns (Star Wars, Indiana Jones). It was the era of Jim Henson (Muppets, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal). And, it was when I was introduced to Terry Gilliam through a film called Time Bandits.

Gilliam is most noted for his work with Monty Python. Monty Python films are the celluloid equivalent of music groups like Meatloaf, Cream, and Steve Miller. I became aware of the them in highschool and they have held a nostalgia-fueled entertainment quality ever since. Luckily, MP is actually REALLY funny in a random and absurd way that is now only found in animated TV shows like Futurama and Family Guy. The fact that Gilliam was a Monty Python writer should give you some indication as to where his narrative direction lies. However, his humour is only part of the package as his interest in fairy-tale stories is most relevant to his recent endeavour - The Brothers Grimm - and brings us back to the aforementioned Bandits.

Time Bandits was released in 1981 and told the tale of a young boy who is swept away into a fight against "pure evil". The film weaves together myth (Theseus' battle with the Minotaur) and history (the Titanic's demise) as the boy travels through space and time. The film is also a sly comment on the necessity of wonderment and the treachery of modern convenience. In 1988, Gilliam brought us the bizarre Adventures of Baron Munchuasen and is primarily remembered for giving the world Uma Thurman (as Venus) but was based on the tales of a European folk hero. The Brothers Grimm falls somewhere between these two. It will never hold up as a classic like Bandits due to poor construction; but it surpasses Baron in wit and concept.

The film begins with a snapshot of the young Grimms and through the introduction of some "magic beans" lets us know who will be the believer and who will be the cynic. Jump 15 years to the future and the older Grimms - smooth-talking Will (Matt Damon) and quiet scholar Jacob (Heath Ledger) - are working the confidence game around French-occupied Germany. But it's when the Grimms are forced to solve the mystery of Marbeden's vanishing daughters that things really get interesting.

The film's early scenes feel like over-worked contrivances. However, they are carried by the pairing of Damon and Ledger who inject the right mix of winking-eye and character sincerity to keep you intrigued. The laboured set-up begins to pay-off once the story truly locates to the enchanted forest. The script was written by Ehren Kruger and he offers the same skill for tickling the audience's knowledge of the source material here as he did in Scream 3. Much of the film revolves around the incorporation of fairy-tale images, names, and motives. Kruger does a passable job of interweaving the stories into a single quest from which the Grimm's could have later distilled independent tales. In much the same way that last year's Van Helsing connected the big three horror villians, TBG brings elements of Little Red Riding Hood, Rumplestitlskin, Rapunzel, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, The Frog Prince, The Gingerbread Man, Hansel & Gretel and more into the show. And, like Helsing, you will either enjoy the experience or cry foul at its liberties. I chose to enjoy it.

Much of the joy is sustained by the visuals. Once again, Gilliam has used his penchant for the fantastic to strong effect in painting a children's book world. His use of colour and slow motion are particularly helpful. There is an old world charm that is presented that reminds you of the illustrations you used to see before Disney co-opted all the fairy tale characters. As well, Gilliam's dark side is firmly in place and the look is solidly designed with adults in mind. His twist on the typical female message of beauty beats all is striking. In this version, the quest of life-long beauty is exposed as a parlour trick that must be shattered - literally. The film's mixture of decadent details and menacing motives is a wonderful presentation of our beloved stories' genesis - especially since we all know that fairy tales were pretty nasty in their early days.

Where The Brothers Grimm fails is in the final execution. Flow is hampered by hatchet editing that appears to have deleted entire transition scenes. The use of digital effects is inconsistent and almost laughable at times. Because of these things the plot thickens but does not pleasantly congele. Instead it wiggles around and tries to hide some of its flaws with obvious sprinkles. A further disappointment is Peter Stormare, as Cavalli, who chews so much scenery it is surprising his scenes survive. Although Stormare is often the entertaining oddity in a film he goes too far here when Gilliam should have reined him in.

By the end, the happily ever after of TBG is not as sweet as it could have been. Although Gilliam has brought his signature to the piece it is shakily presented. Thus, this tale will never be beloved, but it reminds you of an age when creativity and colour had not withered from movie-making. It attempts to re-assert the power of wonder over the lure of the dollar and, if anything, may push some of us back to the library.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Vive la Difference!

Today I want to tell you about a wicked Halifax business: Video Difference. It is a video store that wins "The Best of Halifax" on a regular basis. It is, by word of mouth, considered the best video store ever. I got a free rental coupon at the Alfresco Filmfesto event (a showing of Ferris Bueller on the boardwalk) and thought that I should check the place out. It did not disappoint.

Video Difference is housed in a 3-storey building on the busy Quinpool Road. It's easy to find because of the giant neon sign that protudes from the building's facade towards the sky. Very cool. Most of the rentals are 7 days - including recent releases. They rent full box sets for $12.99 for the week! It's open 24 HOURS! They have the largest indie film collection in the maritimes and it shows. They have a full display of the AFI's 100 best films - a fantastic way to direct people to good cinema. Children's films are FREE from Sunday to Tuesday. And the fluorescent light is kept below blinding. The cashiers clean your DVD for you right on the spot before you leave. Hello, service!!

The store also has a strong community focus. It offers a variety of off-site film drop-off locations. It is a key sponsor of local events. Currently they are running a food drive that allows you to get a free rental if you bring in 4 canned goods. All in all, I think it is the best video store I've seen and they have secured my patronage for the year. Just thought I would let you all know.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Too Much Time on my Hands

Thanks to Kat, I was exposed to the fun-ness that is Yahoo Avatars. It's an addictive and useless form of entertainment. Today, I had oodles of hours to kill and decided to build my girlfriends in animated form. The results of my creative "genius" (lunacy?) are below.

Here are my friends (who I miss a bunch) as I remember them (if they were seductive cartoons that is!)

The Long-Time Gals
Nat ... Christine ... Cathy ... Nann ...


The Commerce Girls
Me ... Beth ... Jessica ... Chantal ...


The Cocktail Hags
Anne ... Jodi ... Cindy ... Trish ...

Friday, August 19, 2005

Red Eye - movie review

Matinees are the most decadent form of movie-viewing. Weekday matinees are particlarly so. Matinees that are solid viewing experiences are a treat. Red Eye fulfilled the bill this Friday afternoon. It's a tight, compact thriller that keeps its attention firmly on the task at hand and expends with any filler. That makes the movie short (89 minutes!) but still satisfying. I guess that truly does qualify it as an "afternoon delight".

Red Eye is the story of Lisa (Rachel McAdams), an accomplished concierge-of-sorts, who is taking the last night flight to Miami. There is a dangerous bump in the road when her seat partner, Jack (Cillian Murphy) turns out to have villianous intentions and coerces her (by threatening her father) into helping him achieve his deadly ends. But Lisa is not going to take this situation lightly! And so the simple story begins and sets in motion a series of constrained and tense exercises in control. These moments develop into a more generic cat-and-mouse game later in the film but still maintain their punch.

This "punchiness" is due to Wes Craven's direction. The acclaimed master of suspense and the father of the modern horror film presents his talent for sparse action here. By removing all the gory details, he crafts a realistic drama of threat and fear. The action is expertly carried off by McAdams and Murphy - an intense combination of rising star power. It's easy to get carried away in the incredible eyes of these two beautiful people and Craven uses many close-ups to put you in the face of their emotions. To be shot so intimately puts pressure the actors to be genuinely in the moment - there are no cheap cut-aways to side step reactions. The pair do not disappoint. At one point, McAdams quivers her lips so convincingly it's unsettling. And Murphy's subtle shifts between suave and sinister are captivating.

Red Eye breaks no new ground in the thriller genre. However, its execution is sincere and grounded in the elements of actual (rather than fantastic) fears. This material may have felt like a waste in the hands of other actors but Craven is well-served by his team and they ensure you'll keep your eyes open for this flight.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Cause the Sweater Vest is Hot!

Wednesdays are usually reserved for watching the "bottom three" try to save their asses on "Rock Star:INXS". But recently I've discovered the 30 minutes of pleasure that is "Naked Josh". Now before you get excited thinking I've generated some sort of sordid social life out here on the coast, let me clarify...
Josh is a made-in-Canada TV show that airs on Showcase on Wednesdays at 9pm. It's the story of Josh Gould, a sex anthropology professor in Montreal and the adventures he encounters in dating. It's a guy-based "Sex and the City" but in with only 8 episodes so far. This week, Showcase commenced the season all over again so I can watch it chronologically. That means Josh is up against the music for the next 8 weeks. It's gonna be a tough choice.

But really, I mean, look at him! Josh is the professor you dream about. He is the sweater-vested hottie that you encounter in the library. He is the rumple-haired sweetheart with a mouth that alternates between infectious smiles and articulate comments = so kissable! Which means my "Naked Josh" fixation is really a David Julian Hirsh crush but whatever. Like "Sex and the City" wasn't riding SJP's fashion coattails for the first few episodes! It's a good show. And promising Canadian content should be supported at all costs lest it never appear again!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Surf's Up

I had to comment on this poster because its simple, blatant, sex-selling vibe is so intense it makes me laugh. I found the pic while perusing movie trailers (a passtime of mine that has been greatly enhanced by my recent laptop purchase). Into the Blue is a stupid thriller-slash-adventure film that pits the poster's hot bodies against a bad guy in the hunt for treasure buried in the ocean. Doesn't that sound fantastic? Aren't you just aching to go? No? Well, what if we dangle these abs in front of you? How you feeling about it now? That's what we thought.

This picture also allows the Summer of 2005 to be re-christened in posterity as: "The Jessica Bikini Trifecta" (yeah, I made that up - catchy, no?) The trio has been immortalized in the infamous two-piece as follows: Jessica Biel - Stealth, Jessica Simpson - Dukes of Hazzard, and now Jessica Alba - Into the Blue. Don't miss out on this special summer offer.

Continuing with the surfer theme ... the 2005 Teen Choice Awards were on TV tonight. In case you don't know, these awards are sponsored by "Teen People" magazine and allow teens to vote on a variety of "choice" categories. It's a ceremony where only the winning nominee shows up to collect. Then he/she receives a surf board to take home - possibly the dumbest award prize EVAH! But anyway, these accolades of teen-taste were delivered tonight and, like a junkie in a poppy field, I had to watch.

The most obvious comment is the extreme mixed messages the program sends. There is an auditorium full of screaming youth. The voters have crowned Chad Michael Murray (aka - manchild extraordinaire) and Rachel Bilson (aka - the Neutragena girl) as the "Choice Hotties". And then, the PUSSYCAT DOLLS (a group created as a retro-burlesque act!) take the stage to sing that song about wishing your G-friend was a bigger ho. Hmmm....

Other highlights?
Watching all the "grown-up" winners (a good percentage of them men over 6 feet) having to bend down to the kiddie-sized microphone like they're at a grade school water fountain.

Jon Heder (aka - Napoleon Dynamite) telling the hysterical crowd to "Shut up" at three different points.

Ashton Kutcher's acceptance speech. The guy has won the MOST surf boards in TCA history and this time he invited a random guy from the audience on stage to read his remarks. It was cute, genuine, and appropriate. You know, I really want to hate Kutcher but this year he keeps doing things that make it impossible.

And finally, my fave Canucks shone again. Ryan Gosling, Rachel McAdams and The Notebook made a clean sweep of the romance and drama categories. Once again, Rachel did the talking and flashed her radiant smile. Once again, Ryan was sporting a Darfur shirt. The twist? The duo was introduced by fellow Canadian Ryan Reynolds who swapped sexy spit with Rachel once she took the stage. It's an honest mistake - two hottie Canadian men on the stage the same time? Both named Ryan? Both with rugged facial hair? Let's just leave it on that note...

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Thanking My Lucky Stars

I've only been alone in Halifax for a week. However, the alone-ness I experience is nullified on the weekends. Why? Because I actually have a contact in this city (actually, more than one - shout out to Myriam) due to my involvement in a certain youth program. It has happened that dear Laura (the lovely blond in the black top) lives in this city AND she has been more than welcoming in her invites. So, for two Saturdays in a row, I have had the good fortune of hanging with Laura and going out with her marvelous roomies A and C and the "random man" who was visiting them at the time. We hit the Pogue Fado for both nights and it was a blast. Leave it to me to chat up the MBA from Ontario. It takes one to find one, I guess. At least it is all good times ... even if I am all theory (and therefore full of B.S.) right A? Better yet, it gets me out of my apartment and into the Halifax nightlife and I couldn't ask for anything for more! (ok, an MBA from HFX might help ;).

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Shift Into Silly

Killing time on a rainy afternoon. Half of me is enjoying the cool air blowing in my 20th floor mini-window and half of me is missing all my friends living far away. Cruising the blogs of friends and familiars, I come across the fun and games at blogthings thanks to Newly Human.

So, in honour of my commerce buddies, I thought it only appropriate to test my summer car personality. You see, cars were (are?) a common topic amongst the guys in our little band of merry men. I have worked to become more knowledgeable, but am still a novice in most ways. Still, I think the quiz pegged me quite well as I have been labelled...

Your Summer Ride is a Toyota Prius

Sure you're a little sensible and quite green
But no one enjoys outdoors more than you do!

I'd love to hear what you should be driving this season.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Must Love Dogs - movie review

Sometimes you just get the hankering for a little celluloid romance. At the moment the theatres are offering Must Love Dogs (the first formula film to be made about online dating) as the treat to be tasted. Originally I had no intentions of seeing this film at the cineplex because its running time (98 minutes) fell below my theatre-viewing parameter of 100 minutes. But then the movie tickets are cheaper in Halifax (and I have a romance deficiency in my own life) so I made an exception.

This film is really a trifle designed specifically to sate the aforementioned "hankering". It is thin, light, and predictable to a fault but then, that is exactly what the women paying for this froth desire. The purpose of this type of film is to do the following:
1) present a relatable heroine of the everygirl genre
2) establish multiple "oh yeah" recognition moments for the target audience
3) offer a male lead the audience will covet
4) maintain women's fairytale-esque notions about romance (in particular - "one day my prince will come")
These things are often surrounded by kooky supporting characters that vex the leads, animals and/or children doing "cute" things, and outlandish final declarations. Such is the world of romantic comedy.

In understanding, and accepting, these guidelines, Dogs does the trick, for the most part. It deserves a sincere pat on the head for incorporating the necessary elements but falls short of a generous belly rub. Diane Lane is relatable and normal and bright. She carries the action with a realistic edge and runs through the romantic routine with savvy. The supporting cast is typical and functional. The story doesn't stray far from the expectations but hits the funny bone with a family-dinner-table-style wit that anyone would enjoy.

Much of the problem is in John Cusack. He just isn't right here even though you desperately want him to be. Cusack has been recruited to be Lloyd Dobler ... twenty years later. It's likely that many of the seats in the theatre will be filled with women in the 30-40 age bracket: they will see themselves in the 40-something Lane, they will be most likely to dabble in internet dating, and they will all have grown up with Say Anything - the classic 80s portrayal of the thinking, sensitive, "perfect" boyfriend. And that was Cusack. So here we get him again, right down to the overcoat and the rambling. The all-black wardrobe is definitive Cusack and he works it here again. The effect is wrong when placed next to the warm-coloured Diane. It's hard to reconcile the Ramones-loving, semi-goth wardrobe with the vintage boat builder that Cusack portrays.

But there is one moment, the first time Cusack's character is introduced when he looks like an average man of that age and you just go, yeah, he's the one. If you can remember that moment for the entire film, maybe the rest will work for you too. Or at the very least, satisfy your urge for voyeuristic romantic notions of the simplest kind.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

To Day

Today was a mild roller coaster of sulkiness and sunniness. The last three days have been lonely ones - my on-my-own-adrenaline finally evaporating. I really hate these in between moments of moving when you don't have any consistent social contact - it's an empty feeling. Luckily (pathetically?) I have been filling that emptiness with TV rather than food. In the space of chocolate I have ingested the last seasons of both Friends and Dawson's Creek - thanks TBS. The only downfall of this plan was being subjected to multiple storylines of people that are meant to be together.

Today started on an optimistic note as I had a meeting with the local office of a youth organization I had worked for in the past. I was actually excited at the opportunity to work for a bit, help out the organization and an old friend, and maybe make some coin. But as the discussion went on, I realized that much in the organization had changed and then it happened ... that stabbing feeling of inadequacy appeared. The doubt that I could do the job. The idea that I was a fraud all along and if I took on too much this time my failings would be exposed. Where the hell did that come from? Needless to say, it knocked me off my game a bit. The feeling wasn't helped as my friend recounted her recent successes (professionally, academically, socially) and my mind wandered into that nasty bog of comparison. Why do I do that?

I was on such a high a couple of months ago. I had finally completed my undergraduate degree and felt as though that particular self-inflicted albatross had been cut loose. And now, in the first moments of alone-ness and new-town confusion I am back to thinking I'm not as good as others. WTF? Cause really, it's not true.

So I walked. And walked. I went to the harbour where the Busker Festival was happening (note to Mitch...you should totally come to HFX for this someday!) and saw a man thread himself through the hole in a squash racquet. And then I continued to walk down the boardwalk. And the sun was shining. I shopped for over-priced jewelery. I watched glass blowers at Nova Scotia Crystal. I saw the sea gulls swarm in the path of the ferries. And the world got big and full of wonder again.

I am alone (in more ways than I really want) at the moment. But I've been here before and it always ends. But today was just a hard one. Oh, and all that walking? Did it in flip-flops and now I have shin splint pain. Damn.

Phone rings last night at 1:30am...

ME: Hello?
HIM: Hey Baby
ME: Who is this?
HIM: You know who this is.
ME: Who is this?
HIM: Is this Susan?
ME: Ah, no. This is the new tenant. Susan doesn't live here anymore.
HIM: Oh.
Click!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Memorials

Today was the 60th Anniversary of the atomic strike on Nagasaki. In rememberance of the event a vigil was held to observe a moment of silence. I made my way to the library to partake in the moment. Sadly, the vigil was more of a mini-rally/info fair for various special interest groups and so I didnt't stay. (I went and got my library card instead.) I had been planning on going to the vigil since I had seen the notice. I missed the Peace Day activities (Saturday - the day Hiroshima was bombed) and was reminded of the vigil during a walk yesterday when I saw the "shadows" on the sidewalk. The shadow campaign is in its first year in Halifax and entails the painting of white body outlines on the sidewalks. My mother has an oft-recalled story about her first encounter with the shadows. Since hearing her tale, I ensure to walk AROUND the figures and face a mild disappointment when I see others walking over top of them. So today I skirted my way around the shadows to mark my observance of a horrific action. I've always wondered about the bombing of Japan that "ended" WWII and I can't help thinking that if Germany was the holdout, then there would have been no bombings. Either way, the purpose of Peace Day activities such as this is to fight for a nuclear arms - free world and that's a goal I support.

As I wandered back towards the university after my unsatisfying vigil, I came across the "Old Burying Ground". It is the oldest cemetary in Halifax and dates back to 1749. Approximately 12000 souls were interred in a space that measures about 1/4 of a city block but only a tenth of them have been marked. It is a captivating space. The dingy stones harken to a past age and an arch is topped with an Aslan-esque lion at the gate. The cemetary was actually completely restructured in the 1990s in order to repair damage to the grounds. It is a space that is calm and peaceful despite its proximity to the downtown core. I walked the path slowly from the present into the past and back again.

My last observance of the day was the fantastical quality of Halifax homes. Saint Mary's is situated in the south of the city and is surrouned by a historical neighbourhood. The homes are structured in a way that is completely different from Ontario. They have character. Much of their look is achieved through funky colours: blue, purple, green, teal, yellow, rose, magenta, olive, etc. and gable detailing (always in a contrasting colour!) Thanks to my friend Myriam, I understand the rationale for these details. It seems that many of the homes have been declared "historical properties" and the owners are paid to keep them in good shape. All the homes with the little plaques are bright landmarks and just seeing them makes me smile. Walking down the streets I also came across random stone pillars and fence posts from an age long gone. They have been maintained and outline properties that have been divided over time. The city has moved on but still remains in the warm embrace of memory.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Hot Time, Summer in the City...

...Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. Yes, this was the scene today as the heat wave from the west finally descended on the coast. And I was just getting used to the comfortable 20-degree weather and having to take a cardigan in the evenings to stave of the wind chill. But not anymore. Today opened with a blaze and has stayed on broil all day.

Unfortunately, today was also the day I started my actual outdoor "exercise" regimen. Now, I admit to liking a good sweat (and I'm a good sweat-er!) but sometimes it sucks. And thinking about things like ass-sweat is not a motivating thing (in fact, not pleasant at all and I'm kind of horrified that I mentioned it, but it was in my thoughts as I sped-walked the giant block around the school). I was also a little disappointed in my comfy shorts that decided they would rather exist as hotpants today and spent most of their time creeping up the inside of my thigh = not attractive. What is with that? Are those of us with less-than-perfect thighs denied hassle-free shorts? Usually yes, but on sticky hot August afternoons, not so much.

I know, it is silly to complain because if it was colder I might be griping about that instead. I think its a real Canadianism to be obsessed with the state of the weather, the impending weather and the effects of the weather. In the end, I retreated to my apartment that was only mildly oven-esque and wandered around half-dressed. THAT is the best part about living alone. So the day wasn't a total loss, but I am going to wait till the sun dips a bit lower before making myself presentable and going outside again.

The Infomercials Were Right!

As I come to the end of my first week in my new place, I want to comment on two inventions that have made living on my own so easy...

The first is the George Foreman grill. I have a mini version that Tom gave me and it rocks. I can cook chicken breast (sliced in half) in 3 minutes. It gives the meat this nice toasted look as well. And, it cleans up quite easy. I'm sure that I will be using it extensively in the coming year.

The second appliance is my Miracle Bullet - a graduation gift from my brother and sister-in-law. My addiction to smoothies prompted this purchase and I have to thank them for it now. My bullet (the store version of the famous Magic Bullet ... as seen on TV!) blends a super smoothie in minimal time. The availability of jumbo bags of frozen berries in this town also helps. I haven't had the opportunity to use all the Bullet attachments yet (I also have a blender and juicer for it) but the preview is totally positive. Cindy, if you're reading this ... Buy a Bullet Now!

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Road Tripping

It took 3 days and put almost 1500 kms on my little K-car. At times, the trip was beautiful. At others, it was downright coma-inducing. But in the end, my little caravan (one van and BERT) successfully navigated 4 provinces and found its way to the shore and my new home. The following are some pics from the journey (click on the images to see a bigger view).

This is my parents in Montreal. They are on the balcony at Nat's place. If it was not for them, I could never have made this move. They provided SO MUCH to the endeavour. I can not thank them enough.

A fun pic taken primarily for my grandfather's benefit as he mentioned this little town to me. It's unique name (exclamation points included!) has nothing to do with laughter, but rather form an old French word for unexpected barrier or dead end.

Our pitstop for the second leg of the journey was in Grand Falls/Grand Sault, New Brunswick. The gorge is the main attraction that slices right through the downtown. I had to share its impressiveness. We stumbled upon its existence by accident while we cruised back to our hotel. Sometimes you find amazing things without even trying.

Mom and me at the Nova Scotia border. This was the last day of travelling and the only day that rained. But it poured! I guess it's fitting that is should rain as you enter the maritimes. The air is naturally filled with water - it just happened to be soaking on this day. What a great sign, eh?

Me at the front entrance to the university. Saint Mary's was founded in 1802 but it didn't move to this site until the 1950s. My mom thinks its funny that I'm going to a school with a big cross on it since I'm so non-religious. Personally, I like the old buildings - they have an academic air.

A shot of the two main buildings in my life for the coming year. The highrise is my apartment residence - it looms over the campus completely, including the football/soccer stadium on the other side. The Sobey building is the home of the business programs.

This is the view from my bedroom window - don't hate me. I'm on the 20th floor and can see the expanse of the northwest arm of the bay and city below. I'm amazed at the greenness of the city - Halifax has put alot of effort into keeping things "green".

Not much else to say but I'm sure there will be fun East Coast updates and pictures to share in the future - stay tuned!