Coolest ever, huh?

The best part of this image is its caption: “Make something cool every day.” I think I’ll take that as a challenge.
Image from Orphan Elliott.
Coolest ever, huh?

The best part of this image is its caption: “Make something cool every day.” I think I’ll take that as a challenge.
Image from Orphan Elliott.

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And now we have a fundraiser.
Hope In Haiti is happening Wednesday, January 27th at Barcelona 1180 Granville St. Featuring The WZRDZ, DJ Flip Out and you.
Thank you Larissa, Kim, Bryce, Mattie and everyone else who is making this happen. Want to get involved? Email me at theanthology@live.com
Because if I weren’t, I’d go all out and commission Tulle Box Designs to make my wedding favours. And not just because it’s run by my friend (yes, I am shamelessly friend-plugging).

But because the work is gorgeous. And especially tasty when these little packages are filled with Thomas Haas chocolates.

If I had a time machine I’d re-live that ridiculously fun, nerve-racking day. Only this time I’d have these fancy favours. Thanks to Tulle Box for the images.
I don’t normally make new year’s resolutions. But 2010 is no normal new year. So I thought I’d make a list of things I resolve to do in the next decade. And here we go:
Train my beast. It’ll take that long.

Throw a charity fundraiser. And invite each of you.
Watch storms in Tofino. Why have I not done this yet?
Buy a boat — yacht, dinghy, I’m not picky.

Get a fancy camera. Then figure out how to work it. Aha! This resolution is a two-fer.
Fall in love with Buenos Aires. I’m head over heels already. Can’t wait to actually meet in person.
Perfect the art of the dance party.

Volunteer.
Have an adventure. A really big one. I’m too chicken to sky dive, but I’ll think of something.
Cook once a week. For an entire decade? I’m committing myself to making more than 500 meals. Yeesh.

Man, I have a lot to accomplish before the ’20s are upon us. What about you? New year’s resolutions? New decade?
I present to you the Anthology’s top ten most ridiculous moments of 2009. Oh what a year it was.
10. Most ridiculous 12 seconds of fame — Dancing on stage. On national television. Thank you, MTV Canada.

9. Most ridiculous “before” shot — the mumu that one Anthology reader compared to a hospital gown.

8. Most ridiculous poorly behaved beast — my cuddly, four-legged vehicle of destruction. If I had shots of the holes he chewed in our walls, I’d include those too.

7. Most ridiculous matchy matchiness – me and my dad wear rad plaid. Is that really so bad?

6. Most ridiculous water safety violation — diving head first into the Mediterranean. Never mind the fact that the water was about six feet deep.

5. Most ridiculous concert — my favourite fantasy-themed electronic dance rock band the WZRDZ. And they’ll be playing more shows in Vancouver in 2010, friends!

4. Most ridiculous place to set my camera’s timer and take a self-photo – Queen Elizabeth Theatre’s foyer. Have I no shame?

3. Most ridiculous reason to be recognized — my eel skin purse. But I suppose that’s what I get for cropping my head out of every photo.

2. Most ridiculous display of obsession — did I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really need to write that many posts about Phoenix?

1. Most ridiculous puppy paws — the baby beast. Honestly Leroy. How did you walk with those things?

Here’s to an even more ridiculous 2010! Happy New Year!
Why? Because mama wants more dirt on the opera. And, as everyone knows, you shouldn’t let down your fans. So ma, here you are:
The two female leads were incredible. Absolutely, positively, shivers-down-my-spine incredible. Kate Aldrich (Adalgisa) and Hasmik Papian (Norma) shone so bright they made me desperately wish I could sing. (Said my husband to me once: “Oh. I always thought you sang like that as a joke.”)

But I am a modern opera kind of gal. I love visual spectacle — outrageous costumes and conceptual sets. I would take the acrobatics and partial nudity of last season’s Rigoletto over a traditional interpretation any day.

I did love two things about about Oroveso’s costume (played by Alain Coulombe) — his cuffs and his overthrow (what do you call that? Technicolour dream coat?). Actually, his belt’s quite funky too.

Like the ballet, the opera has a soft spot in my heart. I’ve been a fan ever since Ms. F. took our class as part of our grade nine Humanities class. There is something about a big-budget, high-talent production that is so magical. Overwhelming almost. Plus — this time I actually got to go backstage.
Manga by Roy Husada, the first photo is by Tim Matheson. The last one is my own.
Even the highbrow-est of highbrow arts: the opera.

I’m at the newly beautified Queen Elizabeth blogging to you live as part of the Vancouver Opera’s Bloggers at the Opera night alongside Emme Rogers, Gus Digital and John Biehler.

Got a backstage tour of the set for Norma, ripe with weaponry, torches and piles of fake skulls. (Even half an hour before the show everyone back there was calm, cool and collected. So unlike being backstage at the plays we used to perform in theatre class.) Take a look at more backstage photos here.

My necklace? From a street market in Mexico. (Why I did not buy one in every colour, I do not know.)

My dress? Straight out of the 80’s.

My shoes? They’re Betsey Johnson.

The opera? Dramatic. And now a tad more geeky.
to look back on summer and laugh. Because it feels like it was forever ago, doesn’t it? I almost can’t remember a time it was light past 4:30 pm.

I found the shot of Grace Kelly here. Speaking of the Princess of Monaco, I just re-watched Rear Window and fell in love with her costumes all over again. Have you seen it? They’re incredible, aren’t they?
Opera season opens on Saturday (yippee!). And I’ll be there (in my finest) blogging as part of the Vancouver Opera‘s Bloggers at the Opera initiative.

I’m so excited and so honoured. Thank you very much, Vancouver Opera, for the invitation. Now I just have to figure out what to wear.
Manga image by Roy Husada.