Someone just sent me a link to a video posted on mynews.ctv.ca. I feel sorry for the peaceful protesters, but I also feel sympathy for the rookie cops in riot gear bracing themselves for a potentially dangerous encounter (there were some idiotic violent protesters, too, and the cops had to be ready for them).
MacDonald [the guy who shot the video] told CTV.ca his group marched peacefully along Queen from Bay Street to Spadina, where they were surrounded by police in riot gear. “We kind of got surrounded and weren’t able to get out, they just pushed us back and I was trying to film, and the one officer lunged forward smashed me in the face with his shield and one by one they arrested us, all of us,” MacDonald alleged… Eventually, MacDonald and his friends were all arrested and taken to a detention centre. He was eventually released at about 11:30 p.m.
The video contains adult language (a few f-bombs).
I finished watching the first 10-episode season of HBO’s Tremé last night, and I recommend it if only to groove out on some fantastic New Orleans music. It’s from the creators of The Wire and it shows. The acting and the production are authentic. Each episode feels like a revelation. It’s like visiting New Orleans, though I’ve never been there. I’ve never been to Baltimore either, but I feel like I know it from watching “The Wire.” If you’re looking for a similar viewing experience, you might want to check out “Tremé.” The post-Katrina storyline isn’t nearly as intense as anything in “The Wire,” but with the final episode of season 1, they’ve set the scene for a potentially great series.
More TV and movie talk on my Movie Talk post.
Unusual gifts are one of the perks of having such a popular blog like SWT. The latest gift: a 4-litre bottle of pickled banana peppers.
What am I going to do with 4 litres of banana peppers? I suppose I could put them on a sandwich.
“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.”
— Mark Twain