Note: I have now lived through two will the Oilers go? how can we keep the Oilers? municipal psychological dramas. I will leave to those who are better analyzers the task of finding words and arguments for each side. I suppose there are words and arguments for both sides. I hope the sides come up with a fair deal for Edmontonians. For some reason, I have chronicled the twists and turns of the latest saga through the imaginary lens of songs that might have been written by McCartney and Katz. Katz has chosen not to speak publicly, at least not out of extremely controlled situations. So, what might he come up with if he composed songs with a partner who was trying to achieve some harmony? These are the greatest hits from Twitter -- so far!
This afternoon, as I sat in a darkened theatre watching a movie I never would have chosen to watch had I known how sad this scene I was watching Amy Madigan in was, I remembered something Alexander Prior had said.
Prior is the Chief Conductor of the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra. He is young, like 24, I think, which means I have two neckties, one suit and an old Trek 750 older than he is. Anyways, there he was above us on stage a couple of weeks ago during an ESO Late Night gig at the Winspear. He was introducing Jalons, a work by Iannis Xenakis. Right. I'd never heard of him either.
Before he poked his players to life with his baton, Prior said something remarkable to the audience. He said we probably wouldn't like the music. He said we didn't have to like it. Just listen to it and we could talk about it later, he said. And then they played it. The work was unfamiliar, grating in parts, coming apart in other parts, and soaring. I liked parts, but, overall, he was right. I …
I saw some things on the streets today. I heard some things, too.
That's Olga signalling a left turn above. In her impromptu bike network master class, I learned about big green bike boxes and how to safely get across lanes of traffic on the 100 Ave portion of the downtown grid. What I heard: there is a safe place in the city's allocation of space for bicycle commuters.
I saw this dude's shoulder bag and heard him say he thought the new bike lane on 100 Ave was pretty good.
I saw no helmet on this bicycle rider. I saw her smile and heard her say hello as we passed.
"Whoa!" this pedestrian said as he walked on green and watched the car driver turn across his path.
A few blocks later, approaching the traffic signal on the Glenora multi-use path, I saw the green traffic light turn yellow and the yellow turn red, and, as I hummed some old April Wine as I always do when red and yellow seasons change in gear, oh yeah, I heard the rev of a car engine behind me revea…