Film Festival: Persepolis

The [Toronto International Film Festival](http://www.tiff07.ca/) is well underway. I’ve been going with Kyle and Rin the last few years. I really couldn’t do it without Kyle, who handles all the really annoying administrative stuff, and points out decent films to watch. I tend to just follow his lead.

**[Persepolis](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808417/)** ([trailer](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxu0h8R8iUg)): The festival opened on Thursday and I drove down Thrusday night to see Persepolis, which is based on the autobiographical graphic novel by Marjane Satrapi. My impression of the book was that it was one of those arty, “important” sorts of graphic novels that had somehow managed to find a mainstream audience, so it didn’t strike me as something I really wanted to read. Watching the movie, what I found was a bitter-sweet coming of age story that takes place amidst the tragic recent history of Iran. It was pretty wonderful. I’ll probably be dragging people out to the Princess to see it if it comes out there, and buying the DVD and probably picking up the book too, as apparently the film was very faithful to the source material.

Ms Satrapi was at the screening and received a sincere and warm ovation at the end. I kinda wanted to go over and give her a hug.

Overseeding

This summer’s been pretty hard on my lawn. I don’t water the damn thing, because seriously, if it can’t cope on its own, it deserves what it gets.

While I’m doing quite a bit better than most of my neighbours, the bald patches have been growing and weeds are moving in.

Since I’ve moved into the house, I’ve been researching and mulling over ideas of gardening and lawn care as essentially ecosystem management. Let’s face it, the average suburban lawn is about as unnatural as you can get. But I can make my life a lot easier by doing a kind of horticultural judo. I provide the conditions by which a nice-looking lawn-type-thing can prosper, and by which annoying non-lawn things are naturally disadvantaged.

About all I’ve been doing since I moved in has been mowing infrequently (I should do that more, albeit at the mower’s highest setting), and hand-pulling dandelions (and thistles and crab grass, but mostly dandelions). I hate dandelions.

This weekend, I put down a bit of top soil and sowed a hardier, drought-tolerant grass seed.

Apparently Labour Day weekend is a good time for overseeding, since the dew in the morning will help the seedlings without me having to water. I’m watering a little bit to get it germinating, but after this week, it’s on its own.

This is an experiment. We’ll see how it goes. I’m thinking I’ll repeat the process in the spring, although I think I need to get a bit more aggressive laying down the top soil. Even though I’m a bit loathe to do it, I think I’m going to fertilize in a month or so.

If all goes well, my lawn should be all green and wavy next year.

Another cat post

I promise this isn’t a trend. Really.

The mouse came back last night. Haru’s been wanting out in the garage periodically, and I’ve been indulging him, despite the mess he makes getting his dirty feet wet in the bathtub. I left him out there for a while last night before checking up on him. When I did, he was nowhere to be seen, and when I called to him, I heard a little squeak instead.

The poor mouse was terrified, and had stopped trying to run away. It was standing stock still. Haru was staring at it, pacing back and forth. Occasionally, he’d take a paw and pat at it, at which point the mouse would squeak, scurry two inches and stand stock still again. Not an optimal survival technique, but Haru didn’t seem too interested in actually eating him.

I scooped him up in a kitty litter bucket and drove him out to the far end of UW’s north campus. When I dropped him out in the grass, he stood stock still there, as well, looking up at me. I’m not optimistic about his survival chances, but at least he’s out of my garage, and I didn’t have to personally draw blood.

In other kitty news, Haru has a dentist appointment on Tuesday. He’s getting a couple teeth pulled due to [neck lesions](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feline_odontoclastic_resorptive_lesion). Poor thing.

Finally earning his keep

Haru (who isn’t my cat so much as he’s just a cat who happens to live in my house; we’re mutually coming to terms with this) finally served a useful function yesterday, besides just purring and being cute.

I was out in the garage cleaning out the car tis afternoon. It’s needed it for a while. I’d laid out a couple of the car mats to be vacuumed when I caught just out of the corner of my eye a little black thing moving along the door frame. I thought it might be a shadow cast from a plane or something, but its movement had a distinct scurrying quality to it.

I briefly contemplated setting out traps or something. But then I had a better (tho possibly crueler) idea.

Haru’s always trying to get out in the garage. I figured it was probably because it’s different and smelly and he can get a different view looking out of the garage window. He likes stuff like that. I hadn’t considered that maybe he was hearing scurrying noises.

So I let him out.

About an hour later, I went out to check on him. As soon as I opened the door I heard a squeaky squealing noise. Already I felt kinda bad for the mouse.

Haru picked him up in his mouth, trotted over to me and ceremoniously dumped him on his back in front of me. He seemed pretty proud of himself. Before I could trap the little, black mouse in a kitty litter pail, though, it managed to flip itself over and scurry into a corner.

Haru and I chased it around for a bit. He was really just playing with it, like he’d play with his stuffed mice I get him from the Faire. I was trying to trap it, so I could maybe drive it out to the UW Nature Preserve or somewhere. That wasn’t working so well.

The mouse eventually managed to find his way back under the garage door, which is presumably where he came from. Getting Haru back in the house after that took a while, but he got bored eventually (after leaving paw prints all over my car, of course). I’ve let him out a few times since and it doesn’t look as if the mouse has come back.

Sign of the times?

I was walking down street to get my lunch yesterday. It was probably about 33° out and I was noticing I was having trouble breathing (something I’d probably attribute to the humidity, since air quality [actually wasn’t all that bad](http://www.airqualityontario.com/reports/aqisearch.cfm?StationID=26060&this_date=02-Aug-07&startmonth=24hour)).

When I got to the Tim Horton’s, a cyclist rounded the corner behind me. I happened to notice that he was wearing a gas mask.

A real, honest-to-god gas mask. I didn’t get a chance to ask him if he really needed that thing or he was just making a statement. Then again, I certainly didn’t want to be out biking in that soup.