Saturday, May 29, 2010

Neither housework nor homework

Yesterday I fell in love with a flamenco dancer. Ok, I fell in love with five of them. Ok, ok. I fell in love with their shoes. 

This festival is going on right now and since I work right next to where it was set up on St Catharines, I spent my lunch hour eating spinach empanada and quivering. I am pretty sure that it was this group I saw perform, and the singer was fantastic, but it was the dancers and their purple (five shades of red, plum, eggplant, mauve and lilac) dance shoes. Mary Janes with heels. They were all in rippling black skirts. They used their hands like folding fans. They twirled and scowled and stamped their perfect shoes.  

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Shuffle shuffle shuffle. 

It's Saturday. My place is a mess. These two facts are not really related. My place is always a mess. But as it is Saturday I am not running (late) to work, so I am forced to sit in the mess.


I've got stuff to do. Homework: book(s) to review, papers to read, a quiz to write, notes to make. 

Yawn. Shuffle. Shuffle.

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Breakfast smoothie: 
1 frozen banana
1 cup frozen mixed berries
1/4 cup plain yogurt
1 tsp ground flax seeds
1 tsp psyllium husks
dash of cinnamon
drizzle of agave nectar
A splash of almond milk
1 straw

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Cleaning is out of the question.

Instead, my camera. What are the things in my apartment that do not make me feel tired?

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Redpath

I recently discovered the Redpath Museum, by way of a wonderful octogenarian who volunteers at the library where I work and who also volunteers at the museum. I don't know why it never occurred to me to ferret out a natural history museum here, when they are always huge favourites of mine, but then again I am part hermit.

A couple of weekends ago I finally had a chance to visit and I loved it. So much to see and soak up, I really just did a survey for future visits. As far as museums go, the Redpath isn't huge (although the collection is still impressive), and we managed to see it in under three hours, although we did not read all of the accompanying signs... or very many of them at all actually, so busy just admiring the artifacts. Anyway, as it was snowing on that Sunday (Snowing. In May. I'll just let that sink in.) going to a museum was a perfect afternoon outing.  

The building itself is worth the visit, honestly. The front part is behind scaffolding at the moment, but once you are inside, you are wrapped up in the 19th century. Perfect creaky wooden floors, molding on the walls and ceilings... the carved posts, the railings, the display cases, the old wobbly imperfect glass. Gorgeous!

You may not even notice the backdrop though, the collection is pretty captivating. 

The foyer has a perfect undersea diorama, with sea snails, cephalopods and cridnoids. It is showing the Ordovician period, waaaaay back when Montreal was submerged and tropical (which was nearly half a billion years ago).

Other foyer highlights included a giant clam (GIANT), a giant crab (even GIANTER) and a small case for their "Montreal: Ville de Verre" exhibit, which was a few (really neat) specimens made of glass. 

The first floor also has a "Back to the Sea" hallway (it truly is a little hallway) with a little mix of old and new.That's a juvenile mink whale skeleton hanging from the ceiling, and the skeletons of a leather back turtle and a seal on the wall. That giant thing that looks like part of a ship is actually part of a whale skull (I forget which kind). On the wall opposite was an icthyosaur fossil.  
Next you go up to the second floor, which is a treasury of shells and minerals, displayed in glass & wood cases, in a beautiful, bright room.

Which is lovely, but hard to concentrate on, because you keep seeing glimpses of this guy through the doorway, into the next room: 

That room is Dawson Gallery, and it is the money room. It's got all the dinosaurs and a lot of stuffed/taxidermy-ed specimens and a guy called Bruno giving impromptu tours.
One of my favourite things was this Irish Elk skull (not Irish, or an elk, really... taxonomists are so zany) but it is a bit hard to make them out in the photo. Also very cool: suspended from the (high! blue! Versaille-ish!) ceiling was an origami pteranodon

Next you go up a flight of stairs, passing an unlikely trio: 
(I totally need to tell you that I knew what kind of gorilla that was from across the room. 
Me: "Hmmm. That looks like a mountain gorilla. A young silverback I would guess."
Adrien: "Right, whatever. It's a gorilla. Look over here at this cool thing!"
Me: "No, it's not a lowland gorilla, they're more gracile and the hair is shorter. It's definitely Gorilla beringei beringei."
Adrien: "Hey, I think there's something neat over there..."
Me: (checking little card) "I knew it! An adolescent male mountain gorilla!"
Adrien: *rolls eyes*
I haven't been in university for thousands of years for nothing!)

Finally you go up to the top floor, the mezzanine or balcony, which houses their ethnology collection. Again, it was small, but really neat. They had real mummies, ancient Grecian coins, a Buddha statue, Samurai armour, musical instruments from Africa and a few other treasures. 

I am definitely going to have to go back. It makes me wish I had paid more attention to the Royal British Columbia Museum in Victoria, which we used to go to for class field trips all the time but which I didn't appreciate nearly as much then as I would now. I do remember learning about bioluminescence there though... I guess something sunk in. I'm obviously going to have to go back there too.

* The first image, of the outside of the museum, is from wikipedia, the rest are all from the McGill/Redpath website and are credited to Virginie Millien, Torsten Bernhardt, K. Dobbin.