things move around

Kate and I went to see Timon of Athens by Bard on the Beach the other night. These crazy Canajuns pronounce it to rhyme with “Simon”, I don’t know why exactly, perhaps to increase the pun potential for reviewers, or perhaps because that’s how Timon himself would have pronounced it, although it doesn’t sound right to me. I always thought it rhymed with “demon”. Timon the Demon, that would have been a better title. Shamefully, the first thing that came into my head when I heard it pronounced was whether it would be funny to do an Australian version called “Timon kangaroo down, sport.”

For what it’s worth, it was highly entertaining with a great live soundtrack. Subplot, who needs one?

Yesterday E and I wandered over to Second Beach, via Lost Lagoon, to see the Hare Krishnas and their own brand of tentertainment. Some adolescent devotees were staging a hammy production of some Indian myth or other which seemed to be aimed at the under-threes, although it had attracted a large audience of gaping adult Vancouverites. There was free chow on offer, and for some reason people go absolutely mad for free food, even if it’s not great and they’re not hungry. As a result the atmosphere was euphoric, everyone noshing their lentil mash from paper plates and thinking about reincarnation. The Hare Krishnas really are a pedigree cult, and I’m glad we went to see them yesterday.