On Saturday, I had a text from my friend Nobu saying that he missed hanging out and when could we get together? I immediately texted him and said, how about now? He texted back and said, okay! Shortly after, we met up at the Toronto Comics Art Festival. Yoshi (my eldest son) joined us for a sweet and fun afternoon. Easy peasy friendship. How often does that happen?
I adore Nobu for many reasons but one of the big reasons is that he is a force of artful goodness. He generates amazing ideas all the time and he somehow manages to get 50% of them off the ground. This is an incredible percentage in my opinion!
This year he gave me a beautiful limited edition book he wrote and self-published called Tracy Walks Slowly. It was inspired by the late actor Tracy Wright and it’s quirky, lovely and very Zen.
Another project Nobu has launched with happy results is Choir Choir Choir! This singing group (of sixty or so people) practice every Wednesday night in Toronto’s Kensington market. They rock! They harmonize! They are spreading good vibrations throughout our city. Nobu is the dancing conductor dressed in white. Enjoy!
I would like to live in a blue house on a blue hill surrounded by blue sky. I would wear a blue dress and play a blue kalimba and burn blue emergency candles on chipped blue saucers until the candles melted into blue wax pools.
My garden is full of blue flowers of various shades and types. I planted them (from pots and bulbs and seeds) over the past few three years and this spring they are flourishing.
Look what happened while it was raining.
I usually don’t post my ‘grown up’ writing here but I thought I’d make an exception and link to two short pieces I’ve written in response to the recent disaster in Japan. (I know it doesn’t feel that recent to many of us but for those still living in evacuation centers in Tohoku, the recovery process is ongoing.)
From last weekend’s 5th anniversary celebration at TYPE BOOKS… a super-fun afternoon.
My husband, David Wall (aka “Good Sport”), sang a punny rendition of “The Tines They Are A-Changin’.”
Book Club in a Box has uploaded the audio file:
(Those are our sons on the maracas and tambourine.)