Friday, June 27, 2008



I attended the Dress Rehearsal of Bard on the Beach's "The Tempest" and oh what a treat for the senses! Please go and see this wonderful play, full of songs and spirits, bubbles,beauties and beasts, and men in wedding dresses!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Here is a card I made using the Trading Card Maker

Friday, June 20, 2008

Shakespeare Sketch



I wonder if Shakespeare really had these kinds of problems with his producers....

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

RSS Feeds

I subscribed to some interesting feeds on books - the New York Review of Books, NPR (National Public Radio) Topics: Books, and Powell's Books Canada. Also added some fun ones: Quotes of the Day, and a feed on Movie Releases. I also have Google news, but that one is very overwhelming - 1,000 stories!

Monday, June 16, 2008

To Blog or Not to Blog, That is the Question...

And the answer is....to Blog! It's been fun setting up this blog for the 24 Things project, although I have to say it took me 3 tries to get one I liked. I completed that task, and have tried posting to the Staff blog, although I already knew how to do that...but it did enable me to figure out an easy way to make a link to a file in shared notes, which was helpful!

It's been an education being a "trainer" on this as well, since I have been learning alot myself while helping other people out.

The play's the thing!

This is Bard on the Beach in Vancouver, one of the best Shakespeare festivals in North America. I am a volunteer at the festival, and have been for 14 seasons. It's a great place to spend a summer evening. This image was downloaded from Flickr.

Friday, June 13, 2008

He was not of an age, but for all time...














Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.