I _so_ lucked out! =D
I picked up a Sony Ericsson Z520a for CAD 50.00 when I got myself a
2-year Fido cellphone contract. I figured that a new phone wouldn’t be
a bad idea, and if all else fails, I could use it to set up some kind
of ad hoc cellphone gateway.
It turns out that I totally lucked out on my choice of cellphone. It’s
_beautiful!_ It lets me easily send text messages to groups and take
pictures of people. Sweeeeet!
What would’ve made it even better? External storage. I guess I can
live with 500 active contacts, particularly as the Ericsson’s reported
to work well with the Mac and Bluetooth synchronization lets me send
_all_ the contacts.
Oh, and it would be _really_ cool if the contacts list could show
pictures, or I had another thing that let me quickly flip through
Still. It’s sweet!
Signed, sealed, delivered. I’m yours!
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Simon introduced Shane and me to Lois Macauley, an interior designer
whom he’s been friends with for four years. She invited us to a
Shakespeare reading on the beaches of Ashbridge’s Bay. The play: A
Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Whereupon I started, “If we shadows have offended, think but this and
all is mended”—Puck’s famous closing speech. Lois and I continued in
unison: “That you have but slumbered here while these visions did
appear.” We finished the entire speech laughing.
Then she began, “How now, spirit? Whither wander you?” “Over hill,
over dale, thorough bush, thorough brier. Over park, over pale,
thorough flood, thorough fire.” We continued until the end of that
segment, and almost started on another before remembering that we had
The next day, Simon turned to me and told me that was a really neat
party trick. I laughed. He couldn’t have guessed what the play meant
A Midsummer Night’s Dream is a play so close to my heart, bound up as
it were in memories of the wonderful grade school I attended, in the
warm smiles of the principal who believed that theatre was a powerful
medium for education and that every child should have a role both off
and on the stage, in the firm and gentle instruction of a stage
director who not only taught us how to stand and walk and show emotion
but also how to seize life and live it.
How can one ever forget AMND? Among Scholasticans, it is our secret
code for recognizing each other, our shibboleth. We carry it with us,
each one remembering not only their scenes but also those of Oberon
and Titania’s dispute, Hermia and Helena’s impassioned fight, even
Pyramus and Thisbe’s comical love and the antics of the other
I do not carry all of Shakespeare in my head. I could care less about
some of his minor plays. A Midsummer Night’s Dream is special to me
and to hundreds and hundreds of women who were once little girls
discovering theatre. It is through AMND that we discovered Shakespeare
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