<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332</id><updated>2012-02-02T10:29:14.773-05:00</updated><category term='Bandit du jour'/><category term='But is it Sm(art)?'/><category term='Short Stories'/><category term='TIFF 2011'/><category term='The F Word'/><category term='Langdon Hall 2009'/><category term='Literary Crushes'/><category term='Film'/><category term='The Cultural Roundup'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Oscars 2012'/><category term='TIFF 2007'/><category term='Object of Love'/><category term='Essays'/><category term='Objects of Love'/><category term='January Cultural Roundup'/><category term='TIFF 2009'/><category term='Memoir/Fiction'/><category term='Vancouver'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='I Vitelloni'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='The Billy Stories'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Literary'/><category term='A la vecchiaia'/><category term='Film and Book'/><category term='New York'/><category term='TIFF 2008'/><category term='Montreal'/><category term='NYC 2011'/><category term='Oscars 2010'/><category term='Opera'/><category term='Non-Fiction'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='Montreal 2011'/><category term='A Boy Thing'/><category term='Biography'/><category term='TIFF 2010'/><category term='ALC&apos;s Book Club'/><category term='Essays/Memoir'/><category term='Oscars 2011'/><category term='Memoir'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Langdon Hall'/><category term='Italia'/><title type='text'>A Lit Chick</title><subtitle type='html'>Literary themes and events discussed, book and film reviews, short essays on life such as it is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>464</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-151963242990888477</id><published>2012-02-01T08:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:45:01.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2012'/><title type='text'>The Oscars Cometh ...</title><summary type='text'>
Time to review the Oscar nominated films in my now yearly marathon ...  here we go! I will try and do a review every two or three days leading  up the Oscars on Sunday, February 26th. Here is a list of the nominated films. I usually try and review about a dozen films. They won't necessarily be the most nominated. Certain films I enjoyed a great deal but I feel that I wouldn't have much to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/151963242990888477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=151963242990888477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/151963242990888477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/151963242990888477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/02/oscars-cometh.html' title='The Oscars Cometh ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3255820350299771636</id><published>2012-01-31T08:29:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:24:09.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January Cultural Roundup'/><title type='text'>The January Cultural Roundup</title><summary type='text'>January ... some look forward to the snow. Not me, you snow bunnies. I look forward to cuddling in front of a fire with a good book or a good film!
Films:Pina (Germany, 2010) directed by Wim Wenders, 106 minutesTsunami: The Aftermath (U.K./U.S., 2006) directed by Bharat Nalluri, 186 minutesThe Misfits (U.S., 1961) directed by John Huston, 124 minutesNiagara (U.S., 1953) directed by Henry Hathaway</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3255820350299771636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3255820350299771636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3255820350299771636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3255820350299771636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-cultural-roundup_31.html' title='The January Cultural Roundup'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7182300040998989372</id><published>2012-01-27T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:58:35.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>This Beautiful Life</title><summary type='text'>This Beautiful Life by Helen Schulman (HarperCollins Publishers, 2010) 222 pages
**SPOILER ALERT**
I recently met a woman who is raising her teenage son on her own; he's a good looking, smart kid who gets a lot of female attention. Naively, I was a little bit surprised to hear that her concern as a mother was overly aggressive girls who send him provocative texts, images and messages. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7182300040998989372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7182300040998989372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7182300040998989372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7182300040998989372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-beautiful-life.html' title='This Beautiful Life'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8307777278108724520</id><published>2012-01-20T08:17:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:20:41.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object of Love'/><title type='text'>A Victorian Soul</title><summary type='text'>Once, a dear friend told me I had a Victorian soul. I think it was her poetic way of saying I loved old things. I do ... very much so.



As you enter ... 
Our Victorian era house in Riverdale, a neighborhood in the east end Toronto, was built in 1889 according to mpac.ca, a provincial government website that assesses the value of your home and tells you how old it is (contact me if you'd like to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8307777278108724520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8307777278108724520&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8307777278108724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8307777278108724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/victorian-soul.html' title='A Victorian Soul'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIkn4HGWeDE/TxsuLO9QUzI/AAAAAAAACSI/M4STgg1KSEA/s72-c/SAM_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1820911987672078796</id><published>2012-01-13T08:47:00.102-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:47:01.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Sense of an Ending</title><summary type='text'>The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes (Random House Canada, 2011) 150 pages  ** SPOILER ALERT ** 
“A man’s closest-held beliefs about a friend, former lover and himself are undone in a subtly devastating novella from Barnes.” Kirkus review of The Sense of an Ending, November 1, 2010
To which I reply meh … This book recently won the 2011 Man Booker Prize. I’ll tell you honestly the first thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1820911987672078796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1820911987672078796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1820911987672078796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1820911987672078796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/sense-of-ending.html' title='The Sense of an Ending'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3074300423492369373</id><published>2012-01-06T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:37:49.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><title type='text'>Blue Nights</title><summary type='text'>Blue Nights by Joan Didion (Alfred A Knopf/Random House, 2011) 190 pages
Unspeakable loss ... that's what Didion excels at articulating here and in her previous memoir The Year of Magical Thinking (2005). To lose one's husband as Didion did in 2003, while still painful and life-altering, could not have compared to the loss of her child Quintana Roo Dunne a few short years after that. I faced this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3074300423492369373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3074300423492369373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3074300423492369373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3074300423492369373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/blue-nights.html' title='Blue Nights'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8964380981284134661</id><published>2011-12-31T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:31:55.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cultural Roundup'/><title type='text'>The December Cultural Roundup</title><summary type='text'>The month slipped away from me ... there were so many more films I wanted to see and books to read! 

Films:How to Marry a Millionaire (U.S., 1953) directed by Jean Negulesco, 95 minutesThere's No Business Like Show Business (U.S.. 1954) directed by Walter Lang, 117 minutesMy Week with Marilyn (U.S., 2011) directed by Simon Curtis, 99 minutes 
Into the Abyss (Germany/Canada, 2011) directed by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8964380981284134661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8964380981284134661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8964380981284134661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8964380981284134661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-cultural-roundup.html' title='The December Cultural Roundup'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5059906027766694606</id><published>2011-12-27T10:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:41:13.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essays'/><title type='text'>Mr. Bennett, Mrs. Brown and the Birth of the Modern Imagination</title><summary type='text'>
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I don't really hate ponies ... c'mon look at her - she's adorable!
Was I harsh in my last blog post castigating the Bronies about their obsessions with My Little Pony? I don't think I was. Things have developed so oddly in a society where free speech rules that it is not even possible to point out that certain things that we do in modern life are  possibly strange or unhealthy because it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1845222072205007138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1845222072205007138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1845222072205007138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1845222072205007138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-who-hated-ponies.html' title='The Girl Who Hated Ponies'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6923297913282406671</id><published>2011-12-14T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:35:19.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Boy Thing'/><title type='text'>I Know What Boys Like ...</title><summary type='text'>

I'm NOT a doll I'm an action figure  ... 
Lately, I seem to be inundated with news stories or interviews of adults who are preoccupied with child-like obsessions: the Muppets, Kermit the Frog, TRON, young men infatuated with My Little Pony, young adult women building forts in their homes. I have not fully understood why this incenses me so … but I am rapidly developing a theory.
CBC Radio I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6923297913282406671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6923297913282406671&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6923297913282406671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6923297913282406671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-what-boys-like.html' title='I Know What Boys Like ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7451702013315690757</id><published>2011-12-07T07:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:05:29.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><title type='text'>Downton Abbey</title><summary type='text'>

The Crawley sisters of Downton Abbey: Edith, Sybil, Mary 
I often dream of large houses, not necessarily grand ones; sometimes they are decrepit and run down and I am trying to navigate them, often unsuccessfully. There was an abandoned seventeen room house on our street which had me intrigued for many years before it was finally purchased and renovated. 
Perhaps it isn't hard to explain my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7451702013315690757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7451702013315690757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7451702013315690757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7451702013315690757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/downton-abbey.html' title='Downton Abbey'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bp2tYja_PgU/TUhAaL599BI/AAAAAAAAAug/vSknUxVkLFY/s72-c/Highclere-Castle-drawing-room-2-611x416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1453843624935436064</id><published>2011-11-30T08:08:00.060-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:15:14.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cultural Roundup'/><title type='text'>The November Cultural Roundup</title><summary type='text'>In 1980 I started a Cultural Journal where I recorded the films I had seen, the books I read, etc ... in an old diary style blank book that I found in Chinatown because I'm ... anal, I guess, and feel the need to categorize everything incessantly. The other day I was wondering why I am still recording this information on paper (much as I love paper)? So here we are ... the inaugural post on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1453843624935436064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1453843624935436064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1453843624935436064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1453843624935436064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-cultural-roundup.html' title='The November Cultural Roundup'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-101395870345845517</id><published>2011-11-28T08:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:16:18.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essays'/><title type='text'>Through a glass romantically …</title><summary type='text'>The Captain's Death Bed by Virginia Woolf (Hogarth Press, 1950) 224 pages  
But no living writer, try though he may, can bring back the past again, because no living writer can bring back the ordinary day. He sees it through a glass, sentimentally, romantically; it is either too pretty or too brutal; it lacks ordinariness. Virgina Woolf

When I was younger and put pen to paper (and back then it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/101395870345845517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=101395870345845517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/101395870345845517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/101395870345845517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/through-glass-romantically.html' title='Through a glass romantically …'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8692384347596799935</id><published>2011-11-21T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:01:18.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'>It's Sexy Time ... or is it?</title><summary type='text'>Fresh Girls and Other Stories by Evelyn Lau (HarperCollins Canada, 1993) 109 pages
Evelyn Lau's writing represents perfectly, for me, the internal conflict I have as a writer wrestling with the concept of how much sexual detail in my writing is too much? Once, a friend who was trying to "help" me with my writing showed it to someone (mercifully I have forgotten the writer's name) who was to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8692384347596799935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8692384347596799935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8692384347596799935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8692384347596799935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-sexy-time-or-is-it.html' title='It&apos;s Sexy Time ... or is it?'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8317950142292818868</id><published>2011-11-14T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:08:25.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Black Like Her</title><summary type='text'>Ambiguity about my racial identity (how others perceived me specifically) has shadowed me since I was about eight or nine. In my teenage years, I found myself in a very curious dilemma. Often, many times, I was asked about my ethnicity. People seem to have a burning need to place you in a racial or ethnic box of some sort. Maybe so they can figure out what to think of you.
I was often asked if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8317950142292818868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8317950142292818868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8317950142292818868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8317950142292818868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-like-her.html' title='Black Like Her'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6165937604884877387</id><published>2011-11-11T12:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:11:28.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Love'/><title type='text'>Remembering ...</title><summary type='text'>The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot  
Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
      I
We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats’ feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6165937604884877387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6165937604884877387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6165937604884877387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6165937604884877387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/normal-0-false-false-false-en-ca-x-none.html' title='Remembering ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1337951348856855002</id><published>2011-11-08T08:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:51:00.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALC&apos;s Book Club'/><title type='text'>In Search of a Visual Poem</title><summary type='text'>The Measure of a Man:The Story of a Father, a Son and a Suit by J.J. Lee (McClelland Stewart, 2011) 293 pages

I still believe fashion matters ... because every day people get up in the morning and, with the palette of clothes they find in their closets and dressers, they attempt to create a visual poem about a part of themselves they wish to share with the world. 
The Measure of a Man 

This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1337951348856855002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1337951348856855002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1337951348856855002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1337951348856855002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-search-of-visual-poem.html' title='In Search of a Visual Poem'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4120229373110547795</id><published>2011-11-01T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:21:16.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Love'/><title type='text'>Mama's got a chip ...</title><summary type='text'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿In certain childless circles of my acquaintances, I am sometimes reluctant to talk about my kid (a few years ago you couldn't shut me up about her as my family and friends can wearily attest). I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder about that now. 


The writer/organizer/editor/gadabout 
My reservations are twofold. I now understand how truly boring it is for other people to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4120229373110547795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4120229373110547795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4120229373110547795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4120229373110547795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/mamas-got-chip.html' title='Mama&apos;s got a chip ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLEFda2GqBc/Tg3c541YLjI/AAAAAAAACH4/-zo798XIkL0/s72-c/IMG_1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3056405790963580456</id><published>2011-10-24T08:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:53:45.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALC&apos;s Book Club'/><title type='text'>Annabel</title><summary type='text'>Annabel - A Novel by Kathleen Winter (Jonathan Cape, 2010), 457 pages
* SPOILER ALERT* 
What a beautiful and strange book this is ... A baby is born with both male and female genitalia in the small town of Croydon Harbour in Labrador in 1968. He is a hermaphrodite (now referred to as the more politically correct "intersex"). The doctors decide that s/he is sufficiently male that s/he should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3056405790963580456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3056405790963580456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3056405790963580456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3056405790963580456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/annabel.html' title='Annabel'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5559501157559099690</id><published>2011-10-18T09:03:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:34:17.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>October Reading</title><summary type='text'>
Michelle Alfano is a co-organizer of the (Not So) Nice Italian Girls &amp; Friends Reading Series and a Co-Editor with Descant. Her novella Made Up Of Arias (Blaurock Press) won the 2010 Bressani Prize for Short Fiction. Her short story “Opera”, on which her novella Made Up Of Arias is based, was a finalist for a Journey Prize anthology. Her fiction and non-fiction work has been widely published in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5559501157559099690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5559501157559099690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5559501157559099690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5559501157559099690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-reading.html' title='October Reading'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AemnnLTLmbg/ToNGCPbInfI/AAAAAAAACMc/mlnXntxSEKg/s72-c/NotSoNice16.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4900912283061144452</id><published>2011-10-11T09:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:47:57.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>The Premiere of Saturnia</title><summary type='text'>﻿On the occasion of the 11th Annual Italian Language Week in the World, dedicated in 2011 to the celebration of 150th anniversary of Italy’s Unification, the Italian Cultural Institute presents the screening of the documentary Saturnia, written, directed and produced by Ferdinando Dell'Omo and Lilia Topouzova. 
October 17, 2011 – 6:30 pm Istituto Italiano di Cultura496 Huron St.
Toronto
416-921-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4900912283061144452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4900912283061144452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4900912283061144452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4900912283061144452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/premiere-of-saturnia.html' title='The Premiere of Saturnia'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1477053405746859246</id><published>2011-10-07T08:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:25:41.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>The Bashing of St. Jack</title><summary type='text'>
Now that some time has passed perhaps we could assess Christie Blatchford’s article on the “thoroughly public spectacle” of Jack Layton’s death. I don’t subscribe to the view that I shouldn’t give her any credence by posting a link to her article with the fear that others may read it too. You can’t respond responsibly, and critically, to an issue if you don’t understand it or even deign to read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1477053405746859246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1477053405746859246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1477053405746859246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1477053405746859246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/bashing-of-st-jack.html' title='The Bashing of St. Jack'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7972781785908396138</id><published>2011-09-25T08:16:00.035-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:42:26.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Descant's Launch of the Sicily issue</title><summary type='text'>
Grano Restaurant2035 Yonge St. (three blocks north of Davisville)Toronto 
October 5, 20117.00pm
Come hear the Sicily issue's contributors of poetry and prose:Valentino AssenzaDomenic Capilongo
 Gil FagianiDarlene Madott  Doors opening at 7 p.m. 
Arrive early to partake in the cash bar and the antipasti! Issue in stores September 20, 2011

Descant 154: Sicily is a collection of poetry and  prose,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7972781785908396138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7972781785908396138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7972781785908396138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7972781785908396138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/descants-launch-of-sicily-issue.html' title='Descant&apos;s Launch of the Sicily issue'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gm3_WbZ0qGM/ToU3LTJ95JI/AAAAAAAAAko/fEPrrPdZ4sE/s72-c/D154-Cover-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2055159476162640087</id><published>2011-09-18T20:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:29:28.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Pink Ribbons, Inc.</title><summary type='text'>  Pink Ribbons, Inc. (Canada, 2011) directed by Léa Pool, 98 minutesSeptember 18, 2011, Scotiabank Theatre 1, 12:15pm 
Pink Ribbons, Inc. effectively raises concerns about the increasing involvement of corporations in fundraising campaigns, specifically for breast cancer. Lea Pool, the filmmaker explores this explosion of pink ribbon enthusiasm which, at times, seems to border on hysteria during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2055159476162640087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2055159476162640087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2055159476162640087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2055159476162640087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/pink-ribbons-inc.html' title='Pink Ribbons, Inc.'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6866131046480983939</id><published>2011-09-17T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:45:56.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Always Brando</title><summary type='text'>Always Brando (Tunisia, 2011) directed by Ridha  Behi, 84 minutes
September 16, 2011, AMC 10, 2:00pm 

The director Ridha Behi has a lifelong infatuation or love of the actor Marlon  Brando. His encounter with the Tunisian actor Anis Raache, who resembles Brando, inspired a script for “the two Brandos.” 

In 2004, Behi got the script to Brando and the actor invited the director to his mansion on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6866131046480983939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6866131046480983939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6866131046480983939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6866131046480983939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/always-brando.html' title='Always Brando'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5498238338290339692</id><published>2011-09-16T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:36:36.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Le premier homme (The First Man)</title><summary type='text'>


Jacques Gamblin as Jacques Cormery, Camus' alter ego in the film
Le premier homme (The First Man) (France/Algeria/Italy, 2010) written &amp; directed by Gianni  Amelio
September 16, 2011, TIFF LightBox 1, 9.00am

My first encounter with the director Gianni Amelio was his phenomenal film Lamerica (1994) where two Italian racketeers come to Albania to enact some dodgy scheme and then get trapped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5498238338290339692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5498238338290339692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5498238338290339692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5498238338290339692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-premier-homme-first-man.html' title='Le premier homme (The First Man)'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-754426748611117575</id><published>2011-09-15T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:12:03.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Short Cuts Canada: Programme 6</title><summary type='text'>

A scene from The Red Virgin
Short Cuts Canada: Programme 6
September 15, 2011, TIFF Bell Lightbox 2, 1:00pm
My first foray into short films by Canadian filmmakers ... largely unknown and young with mixed results. Over 600 films were submitted for this programme and it appears that about forty were selected. 

ORA by Philippe Baylaucq 
 Filmmaker Philippe Baylaucq used 3D thermal imaging, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/754426748611117575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=754426748611117575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/754426748611117575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/754426748611117575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-cuts-canada-programme-6.html' title='Short Cuts Canada: Programme 6'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5454567545278158352</id><published>2011-09-14T19:26:00.059-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:43:34.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>The Moth Diaries</title><summary type='text'>  The Moth Diaries (Canada/Ireland, 2011) directed by Mary Harron, 85 minutes
September 1, 2011, Scotiabank Theatre 4, 12:15pm
Girls. Boarding school. Vampires. Could you ask for more in a cinematic experience? Hmm, possibly ... the gothic horror genre has never really been my oeuvre but I'm willing to give it another try.

Brangwyn College is an  all-girls boarding school (where a hotel formerly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5454567545278158352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5454567545278158352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5454567545278158352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5454567545278158352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/moth-diaries.html' title='The Moth Diaries'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6840726117329943855</id><published>2011-09-14T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:52:47.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Damsels in Distress</title><summary type='text'>

Our heroine Violet 
﻿﻿Damsels in Distress (U.S., 2011) directed by Whit Stillman, 97 minutes
September 14, 2011, Scotiabank Theatre 4, 9:15am
Oddly, for me, the preppie innocents and debutantes, some might call them twits, of Stillman's Metropolitan (1990) have always charmed me. While my husband R sometimes found the film unwatchable I enjoyed their clumsy forays into romance and adulthood in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6840726117329943855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6840726117329943855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6840726117329943855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6840726117329943855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/damsels-in-distress.html' title='Damsels in Distress'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7055229994589924447</id><published>2011-09-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:07:50.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>W.E.</title><summary type='text'>

Andrea Riseborough and James D’Arcy as Wallis and Edward (W.E.)
W.E. (U.K., 2011) directed by Madonna, 114 minutes
September 13, 2011, Visa Screening Room (Elgin), 2:30pm

I was prepared to dislike this film ... very prepared. But it did charm me despite my dislike of Wallis Simpson and the sometime antics of its director. But I have a contrary nature. The more critics seemed to trash the film </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7055229994589924447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7055229994589924447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7055229994589924447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7055229994589924447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/we.html' title='W.E.'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyBep94Z4FQ/Tmgzg5r3xnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xn7WoHifoU8/s72-c/1aWE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3109407497177101304</id><published>2011-09-13T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:41:55.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Your Sister's Sister</title><summary type='text'>
Your Sister's Sister (U.S., 2011) directed by Lynn Shelton, 90 minutes
September 13, 2011, TIFF Bell Lightbox 1, 12:15pm

Breakfast at The Senator with my good friend D to catch up before the film ... this is one of my favourite places to go downtown in between films. Slowly the festival venues have drifted southward. I have been going to TIFF long enough that I remember films at The New Yorker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3109407497177101304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3109407497177101304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3109407497177101304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3109407497177101304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-sisters-sister.html' title='Your Sister&apos;s Sister'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2917872357944659065</id><published>2011-09-12T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:47:33.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Foiled ... but findng Fellini</title><summary type='text'>Curses, foiled!

I wanted to see A Dangerous Method directed by David Cronenberg at the TIFF Bell Lightbox but a slow streetcar arrival put me way in the back of the rush line, too far back to get a seat despite waiting for an hour in the line-up. 

In the line-up I saw Atom Egoyan on his cellphone walking around the block twice. I mentioned it to the two American ladies I was chatting with from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2917872357944659065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2917872357944659065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2917872357944659065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2917872357944659065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/foiled-but-findng-fellini.html' title='Foiled ... but findng Fellini'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5482456436213259041</id><published>2011-09-11T22:05:00.109-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:00:09.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>Twixt</title><summary type='text'>


Baltimore with his ghostly visitor played by Elle Fanning
Twixt (2011) directed by Francis Ford Coppola, minutes
Princess of Wales Theatre, September 11, 2011, 2pm

Who knew, that once upon a time, Francis Ford Coppola made horror films for  producer Roger Corman? Cameron Bailey, who introduced the film today, suggested in his TIFF review that it represents a sort of return to his roots. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5482456436213259041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5482456436213259041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5482456436213259041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5482456436213259041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/twixt.html' title='Twixt'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2220029086943367456</id><published>2011-09-10T23:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:45:50.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIFF 2011'/><title type='text'>House of Tolerance</title><summary type='text'>

In the House of Tolerance

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If asked by non-TIFF </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8231826684169285798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8231826684169285798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8231826684169285798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8231826684169285798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-festival.html' title='How to festival ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8405936180883947338</id><published>2011-09-01T08:15:00.041-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:49:56.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Breaking with Breaking Dawn</title><summary type='text'>To complain about Stephenie Meyer's poor writing skills is a fool's enterprise especially if one is found reading this fourth, and final, book in the Twilight series. Why complain now? you might taunt. She's not exactly Jane Austen. You don't read the Twilight series for the beauty of its prose. But why examine it at all then? I think that all wildly popular phenomenon strikes at a certain truth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8405936180883947338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8405936180883947338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8405936180883947338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8405936180883947338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking with Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhNzwCAG7d4/TLJP4j47RpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/jSE-6B17Qpo/s72-c/New-Moon-the-volturi-8490358-2560-1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4568486152510027337</id><published>2011-08-27T21:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:49:52.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montreal 2011'/><title type='text'>We thought it'd never end ...</title><summary type='text'>

Olive et gourmando
Our last day is brief. I am anxious to leave before we should experience any residue of Hurricane Irene which is bombarding the Eastern seaboard and causing devastation. Only a few hours before we must leave for home. Where to go? What to do? We opt for wandering through Old Montreal searching for sustenance. A friendly hostess in another restaurant that does not serve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4568486152510027337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4568486152510027337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4568486152510027337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4568486152510027337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-thought-itd-never-end.html' title='We thought it&apos;d never end ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHblR_2Rw3Q/TW0uL73xRuI/AAAAAAAABfE/ZzuqOPrGIYs/s72-c/olivesetgourmando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5053897245252123442</id><published>2011-08-26T21:22:00.166-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:32:13.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montreal 2011'/><title type='text'>On the Tail of St. Urbain's Horseman ...</title><summary type='text'>


Through the Palais des congrès to reach the metro ... 
﻿Up early in search of Mile End on the plateau! Map in hand, we get off at the Laurier metro and promptly start walking east (we should have been walking west folks) but happily we end up at cute little restaurant called Le Toasteur, 1310, ave. Laurier E (at the corner of Chambord) for a very tasty brunch - eggs and crepes for all! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5053897245252123442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5053897245252123442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5053897245252123442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5053897245252123442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-tail-of-st-urbains-horseman.html' title='On the Tail of St. Urbain&apos;s Horseman ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeC3rm_xJHA/Tlr28Q0CA8I/AAAAAAAACLc/_oWGXbgbA10/s72-c/IMG_7217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5148387900051768876</id><published>2011-08-25T23:35:00.226-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:49:02.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montreal 2011'/><title type='text'>De la rue aux etoiles</title><summary type='text'>

The view from our window in Old Montreal
Montreal has many pleasures not the least of which is the architecture and cuisine of Old Montreal. When I was invited to read as part of the Yellow Door Reading Series I jumped at the chance to return to la belle provence. My sister-in-law T, my brother-in-law T and our niece K (known collectively as TTK) also expressed interest in the trip so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5148387900051768876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5148387900051768876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5148387900051768876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5148387900051768876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-la-rue-aux-etoiles.html' title='De la rue aux etoiles'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtICA5XZLBc/TlqXZATAhsI/AAAAAAAACKw/1J-OgARZe3c/s72-c/ViewfromWestin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2105727993921652751</id><published>2011-08-24T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:27:44.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Love'/><title type='text'>The curious case of Sammy Wong</title><summary type='text'>

The impressive Sammy Wong as photographed by J
When did I get so soft ... I used to be so brazen faced and tough. Now I am reduced to tears during an obvious tear-jerker like The Help and get misty-eyed when I think of my daughter leaving home for university (this is at least four years away people). I can't watch movies about children in jeopardy or dying parents, the thought of something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2105727993921652751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2105727993921652751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2105727993921652751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2105727993921652751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/curious-case-of-sammy-wong.html' title='The curious case of Sammy Wong'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk1_F2IDxfU/Tk69mvZfsvI/AAAAAAAACJI/j2pye1nlcnM/s72-c/Sammy+Wong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2758715221804862005</id><published>2011-08-22T08:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:18:09.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Yellow Door Poetry &amp; Prose Reading Series</title><summary type='text'>3625 Aylmer, Montreal (between Pine &amp; Prince Arthur) Tel: 514-845-2600Doors 7:00 pm Reading 7:30 pm - $5   Featuring:          Michelle AlfanoCo-organizer of the (Not So) Nice Italian Girls &amp;Friends Reading Series; Co-Editor with Descant. Bressani Prize winner for Made Up of Arias (Blaurock Press, 2008). 

Ehab Lotayef Author of the poetry book, To Love a Palestinian Woman, TSAR 2010. He writes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2758715221804862005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2758715221804862005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2758715221804862005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2758715221804862005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/yellow-door-poetry-prose-reading-series.html' title='Yellow Door Poetry &amp; Prose Reading Series'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-446293390481561871</id><published>2011-08-19T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:54:44.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film and Book'/><title type='text'>A Tale of the Maids</title><summary type='text'>

Emma Stone (Skeeter Phelan), aspiring 
journalist/chronicler of the maids' stories
The Help (U.S., 2011) directed by Tate Taylor, ‎2 hr. 17 min.‎ 

I don't think you could have found a more reluctant moviegoer than myself when my husband suggested seeing this film with our daughter. My reaction was a mixture of distaste and uneasiness. Yet another pious tome about a doe-eyed innocent white </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/446293390481561871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=446293390481561871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/446293390481561871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/446293390481561871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/tale-of-maids.html' title='A Tale of the Maids'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPVC2CYuDGk/TkI4sr61t9I/AAAAAAAAuX4/MqzSj0UDf5s/s72-c/Glamorous+Emma+Stone+gets+The+Help+of+good+styling+at+film+premiere...+and+looks+worlds+better+than+her+dowdy+character++3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-526521035542969059</id><published>2011-08-15T08:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:45:37.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><title type='text'>Part Boxcar, Part Fairyland ...</title><summary type='text'>

Robert and Patti 
"Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?" 
Patti Smith
Just Kids by Patti Smith (Harper Collins, 2010) 307 pages

This book is magical, special - as magical and special as Patti Smith herself. I have never read much of Smith's writing and only have cursory knowledge of her music but she intrigues me nonetheless. I imagined her as tough and determined but what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/526521035542969059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=526521035542969059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/526521035542969059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/526521035542969059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/part-boxcar-part-fairyland.html' title='Part Boxcar, Part Fairyland ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7FBylT97RI/TW5kCu9cKnI/AAAAAAAABGs/U8plVUL3NMM/s72-c/patti_smith-mapplethorpe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2969263470145664564</id><published>2011-08-08T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:46:56.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The F Word'/><title type='text'>What We Carry</title><summary type='text'>Years ago, a short time after I met R, my then boyfriend later my husband, I decided to try and lose some weight. Not a huge amount - perhaps 10-20 pounds. It seemed a reasonable goal. It was and I was successful over several months of effort. Although I was a bit shy of my ultimate goal I was able to lose the weight. 

At around that same time I also ran into an old "boyfriend". I use the term </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2969263470145664564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2969263470145664564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2969263470145664564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2969263470145664564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-we-carry.html' title='What We Carry'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7229406521303243830</id><published>2011-08-02T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:37:39.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>The NSNIG&amp;F get hot and steamy ...</title><summary type='text'>
Celebrate our second anniversary by bringing a poem to share at the open mike to be held after the readings.
Elisabeth de Mariaffi's work has been widely published in Canadian magazines, including The New Quarterly, The FIddlehead, This Magazine, Prairie Fire, and The Puritan, and is taught as part of the short story curriculum at the University of Waterloo. She is one of the wild minds behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7229406521303243830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7229406521303243830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7229406521303243830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7229406521303243830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/nsng-get-hot-and-steamy.html' title='The NSNIG&amp;F get hot and steamy ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pmzJ0t_rZg/TjClo5dC0lI/AAAAAAAACJA/JDstS5kt6Rk/s72-c/NotSoNice15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3218709085702440069</id><published>2011-07-29T07:47:00.045-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:47:00.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Filomena</title><summary type='text'>Many years ago I interviewed a woman in the Italo-Canadian community about her experiences with domestic violence for a now defunct magazine of Italian culture called eyetalian. That interaction has stayed with me and I wanted to re-print it here ... Please keep in mind that the figures cited have likely greatly altered.  
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Fra moglie and marito, non metteci un ditto.Between wife and huband, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3218709085702440069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3218709085702440069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3218709085702440069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3218709085702440069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/filomena.html' title='Filomena'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-767040063534587900</id><published>2011-07-22T08:09:00.164-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:09:01.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Sentimentalists</title><summary type='text'>
"It made me sad then, and still does, to think of it. And also not a little afraid. To think that despite our best intentions we may, in the end - and necessarily - leave the people that we leave quite extraordinarily alone." 

The Sentimentalists by Johanna Skibsrud (Originally published by Gaspereau Press Limited; Re-published by Douglas &amp; McIntyre, 2010) 218 pages 

I know a number of people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/767040063534587900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=767040063534587900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/767040063534587900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/767040063534587900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/sentimentalists.html' title='The Sentimentalists'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-931355614427662297</id><published>2011-07-15T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:13:04.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The F Word'/><title type='text'>How I Learned to Love the "F" Word ...</title><summary type='text'>I know the precise moment when I became a feminist - now a term frequently employed as a dirty word or, quite often, used with disdain. I was eleven. Oh, please, you scoff - how could that be so? But I recognized immediately that rules that applied only to females were ridiculous rules. 

Here is a section from my novella Made Up Of Arias (Blaurock Press, 2008) in which I describe what roughly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/931355614427662297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=931355614427662297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/931355614427662297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/931355614427662297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-i-learned-to-love-f-word.html' title='How I Learned to Love the &quot;F&quot; Word ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5789037781138999050</id><published>2011-07-08T07:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:29:40.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The F Word'/><title type='text'>Making up</title><summary type='text'>As a feminist (yes, I will cop to that dreaded and much maligned "F"word), I am constantly puzzled by the reaction of some to the amount (or lack of) of makeup women wear. People seem so invested in what women do to, and for, themselves and seem to feel very comfortable commenting on it in a manner that they would not employ about other areas of your deportment or physical appearance. 
It's as if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5789037781138999050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5789037781138999050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5789037781138999050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5789037781138999050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/making-up.html' title='Making up'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TX1AR3_6DUc/TdFNK8ZNk7I/AAAAAAAAANs/qiBPLfi7ByE/s72-c/olivia+wilde+evil+queen+from+Snow+white+alec+baldwin+magic+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-535753712308164202</id><published>2011-07-01T23:36:00.157-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:31:55.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC 2011'/><title type='text'>NYC: Hot Canuck in the City</title><summary type='text'>Last full day in NYC ... J not feeling well - perhaps it is the heat. I hang out with her at the hotel and let the husband explore. The places he went, the things he saw: an exhibit at the Impossible Project, 425 Broadway 5th Floor; the Morrison Hotel Gallery (rock &amp; roll photography), 124 Prince Street; Kidrobot (limited edition art toys and apparel), 118 Prince Street; and Muji (home decor), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/535753712308164202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=535753712308164202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/535753712308164202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/535753712308164202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/nyc-hot-canuck-in-city.html' title='NYC: Hot Canuck in the City'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8jk55wyb8Q/ThDDY_0Hb-I/AAAAAAAACI0/CXhY08xS3-g/s72-c/IMG_1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1901334727118679610</id><published>2011-06-30T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:14:38.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC 2011'/><title type='text'>NYC: Stealing ashtrays from the Stage Deli</title><summary type='text'>Our friends wanted to go to Long Beach on Long Island - it seemed a nice break from another steamy day in the city where temperatures are easily hitting 40 degrees. We took a train from Penn Station on 34th St. which passed through Jamaica, Rockaway, East Rockaway and a number of other towns with picturesque names. The trip took about an hour from the time we stepped on to the train to the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1901334727118679610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1901334727118679610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1901334727118679610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1901334727118679610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/nyc-stealing-ashtrays-from-stage-deli.html' title='NYC: Stealing ashtrays from the Stage Deli'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIu02i5Zvik/Tg_OWzjKJ8I/AAAAAAAACIg/I6It8eFQVw4/s72-c/IMG_1185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1510703674066603512</id><published>2011-06-29T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:57:52.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC 2011'/><title type='text'>NYC: Savage and Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>

Dress, Sarabande, exhibited at Met 
Luckily we were able to plan our holiday in conjunction with our friends C &amp; A whose sons are J's very good friends. We raced through breakfast to meet near Central Park ...

We had both wanted to see "Savage Beauty", the multi-media Alexander McQueen exhibit, at the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art at 1000 Fifth Avenue - a quick cab up to the park and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1510703674066603512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1510703674066603512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1510703674066603512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1510703674066603512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/nyc-savage-and-beautiful.html' title='NYC: Savage and Beautiful'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gr1fNDIj4I/Tg_KZFC9-VI/AAAAAAAACIU/S0QqRjjI5V8/s72-c/IMG_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2113658560189500900</id><published>2011-06-28T23:04:00.133-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:55:16.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC 2011'/><title type='text'>NYC: The Mother of all Cities</title><summary type='text'>

View of Tribeca from the hotel window take by R ... 
I love big cities and NYC is the mother of all cities. I am a city girl at heart and can't see myself living somewhere in a small town. Each time I come here I ask myself - could I live here? And usually I say yes (if I had a great deal of money). I like the intensity, the variety of people, the vibe, the culture, the sense that there are a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2113658560189500900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2113658560189500900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2113658560189500900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2113658560189500900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/nyc-mother-of-all-cities.html' title='NYC: The Mother of all Cities'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agc0zKEzaTk/Tg_IpqyOH7I/AAAAAAAACIE/TmGyascINts/s72-c/IMG_1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7025863357471395786</id><published>2011-06-27T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:27:40.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Hints of Gatsby's Despair...</title><summary type='text'>May Day by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Originally published by Smart Set. Co. Inc., 1920; republished by Melville House Publishing, 2009) 94 pages

Each year at this time I re-read The Great Gatsby. It has become my summer reading tradition. In this 1920 novella, I find that there are hints of Gatsby's despair in the tale of Gordon Sterrett, a solider just returned to NYC from the war. He is in debt, in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7025863357471395786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7025863357471395786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7025863357471395786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7025863357471395786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/hints-of-gatsbys-despair.html' title='Hints of Gatsby&apos;s Despair...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dXvGSWAPHOE/TRL8y9jtoQI/AAAAAAAACQo/PQfmN_Qk5gs/s72-c/FScottFitzgerald-1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-2172934210008685212</id><published>2011-06-25T08:44:00.085-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:44:01.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>An Italian Girl in Hyde Park</title><summary type='text'>Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (Originally published by Hogarth Press, 1925) 215 pages

I admit that I am too intimidated to write about Woolf's fiction. I dance around her image, allude to her in my writings, sing praises of her, but never touch my idol. 

This book, one that I have read a number of times, touches on many themes through the inner lives of its main characters: the parameters of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2172934210008685212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=2172934210008685212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2172934210008685212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/2172934210008685212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/italian-girl-in-hyde-park.html' title='An Italian Girl in Hyde Park'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4226933801130556503</id><published>2011-06-18T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:12:00.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Men ...</title><summary type='text'>
Valentino Assenza has been a published poet and spoken word artist for over the last decade. He has performed at many of the Toronto venues, and performed at many venues, and festivals across Canada. He has published four books of poetry, and is currently promoting his latest book published by Lyricalmyrical Press called Make Our Peace With Rattlesnakes.
Rocco de Giacomo is a widely published </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4226933801130556503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4226933801130556503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4226933801130556503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4226933801130556503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-talk-about-men.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Men ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBPqQzVSAE/TeAiAUlxQMI/AAAAAAAACFo/6MbGGV2Y8M8/s72-c/NotSoNice14-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3253804953337092347</id><published>2011-06-12T08:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:21:07.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A la vecchiaia'/><title type='text'>Once the girl in the car ...</title><summary type='text'>
Milestones in my daughter J's life invariably reduce me to teary, melancholic moments. Very recently, J came to us and asked to have her long, beautiful hair (which she has kept in tightly wound braids since she was about seven years old) cut very short. Oy ... Here we go. Big changes up ahead I feared. 

I have memories of J as a toddler, combing her (then) dark curly hair before school. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3253804953337092347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3253804953337092347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3253804953337092347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3253804953337092347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/once-girl-in-car.html' title='Once the girl in the car ...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7098230836818452171</id><published>2011-06-08T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:24:08.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Dalloway’s Hot Dog Stand</title><summary type='text'>And so external reality clashes with the internal realm as I walked up Yonge St. north towards College St. a few years ago…

I was wondering why I have developed into such a devoted Anglophile who admires and enjoys English writers and Anglo culture, particularly writers such as Virginia Woolf, when I have been raised so explicitly to dislike and avoid same (have I just answered my own question?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7098230836818452171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7098230836818452171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7098230836818452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7098230836818452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/mrs-dalloways-hot-dog-stand.html' title='Mrs. Dalloway’s Hot Dog Stand'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2304/2234940832_a4562ecca5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4846083235448448776</id><published>2011-06-04T08:52:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:52:00.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Starter Wife</title><summary type='text'>

Hadley Hemingway
The Paris Wife by Paul McLain (Doubleday Canada, 2011) 314 pp.

Paula McLain strikes the perfect note assuming the modest fictional voice of Hadley Richardson, Ernest Hemingway's first wife, the Starter Wife if you will. He had four in total and innumerable lovers in between: Hadley Richardson (1921-27), Wife #2* (1927-40), Martha Gellhorn (1940-45) and Mary Welsh (1946-61). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4846083235448448776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4846083235448448776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4846083235448448776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4846083235448448776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/starter-wife.html' title='The Starter Wife'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/14540328_5edf4db17c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8140788470901585224</id><published>2011-06-01T08:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:36:00.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>My problem with Scott and Zelda</title><summary type='text'>

Fitzgerald
Aren’t we usually perceived through the lens of our tragedies? Put another way, when someone looks at me do they not define me by the sadnesses of my life and/or how I overcame them? It is hard to escape such evaluations. Perhaps it is something that women are more prone to do. Or writers. Or both. I see my much admired writers in the same vein.

I know too much about F. Scott </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8140788470901585224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8140788470901585224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8140788470901585224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8140788470901585224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-problem-with-scott-and-zelda.html' title='My problem with Scott and Zelda'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8746802455550114937</id><published>2011-05-27T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:19:45.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Goo goo over Gaga</title><summary type='text'>

Gaga letting her freak flag fly...
I admit that many new bizarre pop cultural phenomenon solicit a very east end of Hamilton response from me ... WTF? When I have a chance to be more circumspect, I will come around and admit that certain pop culture figures have appeal for me. I usually begin with a casual hate then succumb to a grudging desire and respect, confirming what my friend CP once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8746802455550114937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8746802455550114937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8746802455550114937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8746802455550114937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/goo-goo-over-gaga.html' title='Goo goo over Gaga'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urf8Mfw6Z4M/TZTwZQuvBiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sS65KquxPW4/s72-c/LadyGaGaGaga1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7328623428005458640</id><published>2011-05-23T08:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:46:05.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALC&apos;s Book Club'/><title type='text'>The King’s Speech</title><summary type='text'>The King’s Speech: How One Man Saved the British Monarchy by Mark Logue and Peter Conradi (Quercus, 2010) 242 pages 

Let’s suppose I had a connection to a very famous person. Let’s say that I helped that famous person do something that was considered extraordinary for them. And then my grandson/daughter wrote a book about it decades later. What do you suppose the most interesting bits of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7328623428005458640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7328623428005458640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7328623428005458640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7328623428005458640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/kings-speech.html' title='The King’s Speech'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5710681202828728901</id><published>2011-05-18T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:52:28.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Unveiled</title><summary type='text'>Lately my feminist side is a bit at war with a burgeoning civil libertarian side about the use of the veil amongst Muslim women. 

In principle, I don't agree that women should be veiled or hidden behind chadors and burqas in any way unless it is an adult woman's choice (which I admit completely flummoxes me - I can't quite understand why a woman would make that choice). And I don't mean the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5710681202828728901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5710681202828728901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5710681202828728901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5710681202828728901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/unveiled.html' title='Unveiled'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6453810984104552951</id><published>2011-05-15T08:47:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:47:00.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Draft 6.6 Reading</title><summary type='text'>May 15, 2011 3:00 p.m.
The Merchants of Green Cafe2 Matilda Street(just north of Queen and West of Broadview)www.merchantsofgreencoffee.com/
with new work by: Michelle Alfano
Baila EllenbogenCatherine GrahamKathryn Kuitenbrouwer
Nicholas Power
With the $5 admission fee comes a copy of Draft, a 
limited-edition publication available only at these readings.
For further information call 416-433-4170</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6453810984104552951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6453810984104552951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6453810984104552951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6453810984104552951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/draft-66-reading.html' title='Draft 6.6 Reading'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1359954104305676928</id><published>2011-05-08T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:48:00.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Felled by folly or foe</title><summary type='text'>The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James (originally published by Macmillan, 1880-81; reprinted 2003 by Penguin Books) 656 pages 

Henry James' oeuvre is filled with hapless men who watch the women in their lives be destroyed either by their own ambitions and weaknesses (The Wings of the Dove, Daisy Miller) or by the insidious, evil people around them (The Portrait of a Lady, Washington Square, The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1359954104305676928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1359954104305676928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1359954104305676928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1359954104305676928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/felled-by-folly-or-foe.html' title='Felled by folly or foe'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7cq0i0IwXc/S9oPUEgzaVI/AAAAAAAADkU/3pp3WgrQosk/s72-c/Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8509957886006185526</id><published>2011-05-01T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:51:02.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Of Shiny, Pretty Things</title><summary type='text'>Nothing incites my sweet, even-tempered husband R like a discussion about the royal wedding of William and Kate. He practically spits fire if I should turn the channel to a biopic about the couple or express any interest in their doings - so inflamed is he by his intense dislike of the British monarchy. The media coverage of the wedding has been particularly repulsive to him. Should I, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8509957886006185526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8509957886006185526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8509957886006185526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8509957886006185526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-shiny-pretty-things.html' title='Of Shiny, Pretty Things'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8741274217682485448</id><published>2011-04-28T08:43:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:26:43.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>April is the cruelest month...</title><summary type='text'>
 


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I could complain that This Vacant Paradise (a reworking of Edith Wharton’s House of Mirth – one of my favourite books of all time) is nothing near the quality of the original. But that’s not fair. That’s an cheap target. It’s easy to trash books that dare to rework classics. I think, instead, I shall concentrate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1903544764979380403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1903544764979380403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1903544764979380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1903544764979380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/house-of-vacuity.html' title='The House of Vacuity'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuXHgJK5d9Q/TXZp6qDp_EI/AAAAAAAAAtE/N19Fe7rLzbI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5774930322460073059</id><published>2011-04-14T08:09:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:07:38.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Launch of Sweet Lemons 2</title><summary type='text'>

Launch of the anthology Sweet Lemons 2:
International Writings with a Sicilian Accent
edited by Venera Fazio and Delia DeSantis
Thursday April 14, 20117.30pAnnex Live296 Brunswick Ave.(south of Bloor)
Featuring poetry and prose by: John Calabro, Domenic Capilongo, Giovanna Capozzi, Delia De Santis, Bruna Di Giuseppe-Bertoni,
Desi Di Nardo, Venera Fazio, Isabella Katz, Darlene Madott, Maria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5774930322460073059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5774930322460073059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5774930322460073059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5774930322460073059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/launch-of-sweet-lemons-2.html' title='Launch of Sweet Lemons 2'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgZmvq_W0E0/TP8C9u_TKuI/AAAAAAAAN7g/78bduvttQ-Y/s72-c/SweetLemons2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6758999723297344014</id><published>2011-04-07T08:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:56:57.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But is it Sm(art)?'/><title type='text'>What you get away with</title><summary type='text'>
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You say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6758999723297344014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6758999723297344014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6758999723297344014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6758999723297344014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-you-get-away-with.html' title='What you get away with'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3557484617471440167</id><published>2011-04-01T07:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:09:21.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>As much soul as you</title><summary type='text'>
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I blame a more cultured friend from university</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3648772271646876218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3648772271646876218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3648772271646876218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3648772271646876218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-violetta-complex.html' title='My Violetta Complex'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XwRCoG9Isd8/SaoxMjccO1I/AAAAAAAABSw/ZySJc9G4428/s72-c/CallasVioletta1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6260911891369727929</id><published>2011-03-14T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:44:33.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Non-Tiger Mom</title><summary type='text'>
Parents, answer these questions truthfully:

When your child breaks down and cries because she is reprimanded by you or your partner do you sometimes feel sad too because they are hurt or feeling demeaned? 

If your child tells you they want to withdraw from a certain lesson or practice or sport because they dislike it or are by bored with it do you, at times, tend to agree with them and think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6260911891369727929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6260911891369727929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6260911891369727929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6260911891369727929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/confessions-of-non-tiger-mom.html' title='Confessions of a Non-Tiger Mom'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-236282967905239131</id><published>2011-03-07T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:39:00.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>The Influence of Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>I think I have spoken here briefly about Harold Bloom’s The Anxiety of Influence: A Theory of Poetry, which speculates that it is “the struggle of the artist to find his or her own voice through an ambivalent, anxiety-ridden relation precisely with those precursors whom they most admire.”

But I’d also like to explore what it means to be writer who may be outside of the mainstream as a woman and/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/236282967905239131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=236282967905239131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/236282967905239131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/236282967905239131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/influence-of-anxiety.html' title='The Influence of Anxiety'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3730266990783592721</id><published>2011-03-01T08:55:00.206-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:47:27.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Billy Stories'/><title type='text'>Shift Work</title><summary type='text'>
This is my second time shadowing a shift supervisor in the kitchen for Out of the Cold. C, a new friend, has also been recruited as a trainee and is working the dining room tonight. We need a crew of 35 to operate efficiently - about 8-10 in the kitchen and the rest in the dining room.

I am under the command of a woman that I will refer to, with cordial humor, as Tiger Mom - very tough, very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3730266990783592721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3730266990783592721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3730266990783592721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3730266990783592721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/shift-work.html' title='Shift Work'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-516273548015562667</id><published>2011-02-24T23:01:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:11:53.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>127 Hours</title><summary type='text'>

My boy James Franco as Aron Ralston
127 Hours (U.S., 2010) directed by Danny Boyle, 94 minutes

Nominated for 6 OscarsBest Actor in a Leading Role (James Franco)Best Film EditingBest Original ScoreBest Original Song - “If I Rise”Best PictureBest Adapted Screenplay
I have to admit I have been avoiding this film because of that scene, you know the one I mean...every sentient being on the planet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/516273548015562667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=516273548015562667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/516273548015562667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/516273548015562667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/127-hours.html' title='127 Hours'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8220711106245343873</id><published>2011-02-23T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:13:53.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Hole</title><summary type='text'>Rabbit Hole (U.S., 2010) directed by John Cameron Mitchell, ‎1hr 32 min‎‎utes

Nominated for 1 Oscar:Best Actress in a Leading Role (Nicole Kidman)
It began when I was pregnant so I blame the kid for this... At that point, I had a very difficult time watching anything too physically graphic or involving a child in jeopardy or hurt. I remember feeling physically ill watching Crash (1996) for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8220711106245343873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8220711106245343873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8220711106245343873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8220711106245343873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/rabbit-hole.html' title='Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7773735318489160467</id><published>2011-02-22T07:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:35:02.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>Salt</title><summary type='text'>Salt (U.S., 2010) directed by Phillip Noyce, 100 minutes
Nominated for 1 Oscar Best Sound Mixing 
I do find it curious that this film was only nominated for Best Sound Mixing and in no other category. I ain't saying this is art but, at the very least, the film and sound editing was extremely well done. You will need a refresher on the plot which is a bit involved and highly detailed here. 
@</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7773735318489160467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7773735318489160467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7773735318489160467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7773735318489160467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/salt.html' title='Salt'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5241983721296324556</id><published>2011-02-21T08:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:55:00.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>True Grit</title><summary type='text'>
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Io Sono Amore (I am Love) (Italy, 2010) directed by Luca Guadagnino, 120 minutes

Nominated for 1 Oscar: Costume DesignHow shall I describe this film? Hmm, it's like Flaubert's Madame Bovary meets di Lampedusa's The Leopard in 21st century Milan. The film opens with some beautiful but icy shots of Milan in winter. An apt metaphor for the Recchis, affluent Milanese textile manufacturers. Emma, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1552862439752118306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1552862439752118306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1552862439752118306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1552862439752118306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/io-sono-amore-i-am-love.html' title='Io Sono Amore (I am Love)'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_467TuL0P_iE/S_2i3PAUCEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/le0ufI1cn1M/s72-c/I-AM-LOVE-pic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3210913318902482679</id><published>2011-02-18T08:16:00.157-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:11:40.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>The Fighter</title><summary type='text'>  
The Fighter (U.S., 2010) directed by David O. Russell, 116 Minutes
Nominated for 7 Oscars 
Best Actor in a Supporting RoleBest Actress in a Supporting RoleBest Actress in a Supporting RoleBest DirectingBest Film EditingBest PictureBest Writing (Original Screenplay)
Mark Wahlberg has come a long way since his rap career and Calvin Klein underwear ad days...now a respected actor, producer and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3210913318902482679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3210913318902482679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3210913318902482679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3210913318902482679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/fighter.html' title='The Fighter'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1487482727365178012</id><published>2011-02-16T08:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:50:32.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>Barney's Version</title><summary type='text'>

Scott Speedman as Boogie, Giamatti and Rachelle Lefevre as Clara
Barney's Version (Canada, 2010) directed by Richard J. Lewis, 132 minutes @ TIFF Lightbox 1

Nominated for 1 Oscar:Best Make-up
The crowd I saw this film with at @ TIFF Lightbox 1 last September seemed suitably wowed, two viewers both claiming it to be a masterpiece at the Q&amp;A following the film. Hmmm.

No doubt they are Paul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1487482727365178012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1487482727365178012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1487482727365178012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1487482727365178012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/09/barneys-version.html' title='Barney&apos;s Version'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-230147635072041440</id><published>2011-02-14T08:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:49:44.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>Winter's Bone</title><summary type='text'>
Winter's Bone (U.S., 2010) written and directed by Debra Granik, 100 minutes 

Nominated for Four Oscars:  Best Actor in a Supporting Role (John Hawkes) Best Actress in a Leading Role (Jennifer Lawrence) Best Picture Best Adapted Screenplay
I would like to highlight some of the smaller films nominated this year. This is a very dark and bleak film (but not without merit of course) and it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/230147635072041440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=230147635072041440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/230147635072041440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/230147635072041440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/winters-bone.html' title='Winter&apos;s Bone'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-4302073760371100246</id><published>2011-02-12T08:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:36:07.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><summary type='text'>

Portman as The Black Swan - powerful, destructive, hot....
Black Swan (U.S., 2010) directed by Darren Aronofsky, 1 hour, 50 minutes
Nominated for Five Oscars:Best Actress in a Leading Role (Natalie Portman)
Best CinematographyBest DirectingBest Film Editing
Best Picture 
This is a frightening and dazzlingly beautiful film. Natalie Portman deserves all the accolades and awards she has received </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4302073760371100246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=4302073760371100246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4302073760371100246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/4302073760371100246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8996958887764551206</id><published>2011-02-10T07:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:16:48.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>The Town</title><summary type='text'>

L-R: Renner, Lively, Affleck, Hamm, Hall
The Town (U.S., 2010) co-written and directed by Ben Affleck, 125 minutes
Nominated for One Oscar:Best Actor in a Supporting Role (Jeremy Renner)
Director/actor Ben Affleck would not be my first choice for directors to watch. I was underwhelmed by Gone Baby Gone (2007) although it appeared to have garnered a creditable critical response even if it wasn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8996958887764551206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8996958887764551206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8996958887764551206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8996958887764551206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/town.html' title='The Town'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1709162324172420060</id><published>2011-02-09T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:04:27.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Just in time for V'Day...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1709162324172420060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1709162324172420060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1709162324172420060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1709162324172420060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Just in time for V&apos;Day...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TVK42DWs9GI/AAAAAAAAB-o/aKJlClaKtE4/s72-c/NotSoNice12-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8615624842202656244</id><published>2011-02-07T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:05:20.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>The Kids are All Right</title><summary type='text'>
The Kids Are All Right (U.S., 2010) directed by Lisa Cholodenko,106 minutes

Nominated for Four Oscars:  Actress in a Supporting Role (Annette Benning)Actor in a Supporting Role (Mark Ruffalo)Best Picture Original Screenplay  
For some reason the premise of the film initially irked me. It seemed like such a deliberately modern and trendily contrived premise - a lesbian couple, an anonymous sperm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8615624842202656244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8615624842202656244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8615624842202656244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8615624842202656244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/08/yeah-but-parents-not-so-much.html' title='The Kids are All Right'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-6575972236107896634</id><published>2011-02-04T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:59:20.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>The King's Speech</title><summary type='text'>


The King's Speech (U.K., 2010) directed by Tom Hooper, 118 minutes 
Nominated for 12 Oscars: Best Actor in a Leading Role (Colin Firth)Best Actor in a Supporting Role (Geoffrey Rush)Best Actress in a Supporting Role (Helena Bonham Carter)Best Art DirectionBest CinematographyBest Costume DesignBest DirectingBest Film EditingBest Original ScoreBest PictureBest Sound MixingBest Original </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6575972236107896634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=6575972236107896634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6575972236107896634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/6575972236107896634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/02/kings-speech.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8441291863318576868</id><published>2011-02-01T07:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:50:07.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars 2011'/><title type='text'>The Social Network</title><summary type='text'>
The Social Network (U.S., 2010) directed by David Fincher, 120 minutes

Nominated for Eight Oscars:Best Actor in a Leading Role (Jesse Eisenberg)Best CinematographyBest DirectingBest Film EditingBest Music (Original Score)Best PictureBest Sound MixingBest Writing (Adapted Screenplay)
I am going to try and take on reviewing the Oscar nominees leading up to the 2011 Academy Awards on February 27, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8441291863318576868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8441291863318576868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8441291863318576868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8441291863318576868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-of-boy-billionaire.html' title='The Social Network'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5488235735450984621</id><published>2011-01-28T08:48:00.514-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:44:59.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Original Desperate Housewife</title><summary type='text'>Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, translated by Lydia Davis (published 1856; republished by Penguin Group, 2010) 342 pages

I bow down before the master Flaubert...I had been thinking of Emma Bovary and her creator for some time now, thinking I should revisit the book. Fortuitously, last year, I was excited to learn of this new translation which was creating a great buzz in the literary world. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5488235735450984621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5488235735450984621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5488235735450984621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5488235735450984621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/original-desperate-housewife.html' title='The Original Desperate Housewife'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1762328488233765070</id><published>2011-01-21T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:49:23.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But is it Sm(art)?'/><title type='text'>The shock of the...annoying</title><summary type='text'>Many of us Descant volunteers and Co-Editors were at the Rivoli once upon a time to hear our fearless leader Karen Mulhallen read her poetry and show photographs from her trip to Sable Island at The Box Salon, a multi-media, multi-artist forum presented by the inimitable Louise Bak. Karen was preceded by two presenters. I came in just as the performance artist was plying her trade (I won’t name </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1762328488233765070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1762328488233765070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1762328488233765070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1762328488233765070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/shock-of-theannoying.html' title='The shock of the...annoying'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8438915823795541134</id><published>2011-01-14T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:15:27.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Billy Stories'/><title type='text'>Buona notte</title><summary type='text'>
Tonight I was feeling lucky.

I had a very disturbing dream last night that my doctor had handed me some bad news (I had been awaiting the results of a medical test). Instead today he told he was not concerned and not to worry. I had been having morbid thoughts about what the news might be and felt liberated by the teasing/slight rude manner in which he customarily handles my health anxieties </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8438915823795541134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8438915823795541134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8438915823795541134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8438915823795541134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/buona-notte.html' title='Buona notte'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-1283747176398207029</id><published>2011-01-07T08:40:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:03:32.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Billy Stories'/><title type='text'>Letting it snow</title><summary type='text'>
Shoveling the snow off the sidewalk last night I was thinking of an incident a few years ago (don't feel too sorry for me, I rarely do it. R does most of the heavy lifting around the house). I was trying to park our car in the driveway during a snowstorm. It was awkward because I couldn't park the car on the street and I couldn't get into the driveway so I was hurriedly trying to clear the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1283747176398207029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=1283747176398207029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1283747176398207029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/1283747176398207029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/letting-it-snow.html' title='Letting it snow'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uyyc7bPs9r0/SVR1May2T2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Pgev6DzGqmI/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-3101577853246197786</id><published>2011-01-01T08:22:00.494-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:40:16.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>19th c. Teenage Dreams...</title><summary type='text'>Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young foreverTeenage Dream, Katy Perry  
Young Romantics: The Tangled Lives of English Poetry's Greatest Generation by Daisy Hay (Farrar, Straus &amp; Giroux, 2010) 384 pages
"Tangled" is such an understatement for the personal and literary relations between these charismatic, irresponsible, sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3101577853246197786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=3101577853246197786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3101577853246197786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/3101577853246197786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/19th-c-teenage-dreams.html' title='19th c. Teenage Dreams...'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a8eJw3ThJww/TI16-tX491I/AAAAAAAAABY/EBmMIenMKso/s72-c/Claire+Clarmont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-7895817174798674646</id><published>2010-12-23T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:27:03.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Billy Stories'/><title type='text'>...I just play one on TV</title><summary type='text'>

Talkin' 'bout Jesus in the kitchen...
This is my fourth time working the dinner shift at Out of the Cold at the local church. Not an auspicious start. J not 100% so she doesn't come with me. I give her a stern lecture about fulfilling one's obligations. Tears ensue as does guilt (for me). 

R has to go to a viewing for his uncle who just passed away a few days ago up in the upper reaches of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7895817174798674646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=7895817174798674646&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7895817174798674646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/7895817174798674646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-play-one-on-tv.html' title='...I just play one on TV'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-5221708060555322614</id><published>2010-12-19T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:03:37.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Who’s afraid of what comes after Virginia Woolf?</title><summary type='text'>I would not say that I am afraid of the modernist masters such as Virginia Woolf (she is a personal hero of mine - God I adore her). Nor the departure from reality and into the realm of stream of consciousness, or the injection of the writer into the narrative. But the literary movement which followed modernist literature does leave me quaking in my proverbial boots as a writer and a reader.

My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5221708060555322614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=5221708060555322614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5221708060555322614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/5221708060555322614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/whos-afraid-of-what-comes-after.html' title='Who’s afraid of what comes after Virginia Woolf?'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpJ7VR4P74/TLdNjf2Nz4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oKI_6aHm2Ys/s72-c/virginia_woolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8937782938312942119</id><published>2010-12-12T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:34:17.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>The more dead the better (perhaps)</title><summary type='text'>The more dead the better is my policy regarding writers of fiction and the reading of their work. Distance is a great stimulant for the aspiring writer and avid reader. It permits the conjuring up of powerful, intense constructs. 

When I read fiction I imagine what influences worked upon the author to produce the work. Is it biographical or informed by political views? Is it warped by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8937782938312942119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8937782938312942119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8937782938312942119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8937782938312942119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-dead-better-perhaps.html' title='The more dead the better (perhaps)'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158148650762334332.post-8290144487931941681</id><published>2010-12-07T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:23:00.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary'/><title type='text'>Into the English vortex</title><summary type='text'>
As I mentioned in an earlier blog, my immediate family and the extended family of my mother’s generation, for the most part, did not read. Oddly, this afforded me a particular kind of liberation as an aspiring writer. 
I think, subconsciously, I reasoned that if no one would read what I wrote, I would write about whatever I wanted to, free of reprimand or censure: teenage abortion, adulterous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8290144487931941681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1158148650762334332&amp;postID=8290144487931941681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8290144487931941681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1158148650762334332/posts/default/8290144487931941681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alitchick.blogspot.com/2010/12/into-english-vortex.html' title='Into the English vortex'/><author><name>A LIT CHICK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234012550396102951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdmjmG9zePU/TBA1FMHAx-I/AAAAAAAABpA/Hl51Id7UfR8/S220/michelle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
