now that's more like it
Last weekend I was mostly too sick to leave the house (and missed the rest of that film festival), and the week that followed was for the most part a tiresome and tiring one, with various personal sadnesses, and the workday ramifications of having most of my immediate co-workers off in the Hague for several days. So I was determined to fight back this weekend, and hence:
Two movies, both of which I thoroughly enjoyed: First, Volver, about which thariel was so very right. (And thank you to Teju, whose reminder was the impetus to go see it at last.) I have had a irrepressible urge to wear even more red than usual ever since. Second, The Namesake, on one of a string of sold-out Saturday night screenings (I couldn't get into the one I'd aimed for; so bought a ticket and wandered up to Union Square to eat gelato and browse the Strand, then returned for the 10:20 showing, which had by then sold out as well). I have more to say about the film later, but I'm glad I indulged the impatient whim of seeing it on the first weekend, because at the end, the lights came up suddenly and none other than Kal Penn bounded down to the front of the house to answer questions from the audience and generally clown around. He's quite appealing in person.
One play: blessed unrest's highly entertaining production of Measure for Measure (sadly, now over) featuring one of my co-workers (not in the Hague) as Isabella. It reminded me that I don't go to the theatre enough these days; even if I can't afford the fancy stuff, I should make more time for Off-Off-Broadway experimental Shakespeare at ten dollars a ticket. The show was enlivened by a soundtrack from Gogol Bordello, a Romani-punk band whose music I find great fun; somebody once described them as "a bit like The Clash having a fight with The Pogues in Eastern Europe" and that is really quite a good summation. (Between them & Lahiri, it was a Gogol-filled weekend).
Then, too: a lingering brunch in S.F.'s Boerum Hill nook; a four-mile run on Saturday followed by another of the same on Sunday (both in blessed well-above-freezing sunshine, has spring sprungeth at last?); the enjoyment of some book-gifts from the peoples of the internets; and lots of tasty street food of dubious sanitation. Also, I fixed the broken shower curtain, did the laundry, and very nearly finished my taxes. We lost an hour's time between Saturday night and Sunday dawn, but I coaxed the better side of myself (which is prone to going astray, like a half-feral cat) back in exchange.
Two movies, both of which I thoroughly enjoyed: First, Volver, about which thariel was so very right. (And thank you to Teju, whose reminder was the impetus to go see it at last.) I have had a irrepressible urge to wear even more red than usual ever since. Second, The Namesake, on one of a string of sold-out Saturday night screenings (I couldn't get into the one I'd aimed for; so bought a ticket and wandered up to Union Square to eat gelato and browse the Strand, then returned for the 10:20 showing, which had by then sold out as well). I have more to say about the film later, but I'm glad I indulged the impatient whim of seeing it on the first weekend, because at the end, the lights came up suddenly and none other than Kal Penn bounded down to the front of the house to answer questions from the audience and generally clown around. He's quite appealing in person.
One play: blessed unrest's highly entertaining production of Measure for Measure (sadly, now over) featuring one of my co-workers (not in the Hague) as Isabella. It reminded me that I don't go to the theatre enough these days; even if I can't afford the fancy stuff, I should make more time for Off-Off-Broadway experimental Shakespeare at ten dollars a ticket. The show was enlivened by a soundtrack from Gogol Bordello, a Romani-punk band whose music I find great fun; somebody once described them as "a bit like The Clash having a fight with The Pogues in Eastern Europe" and that is really quite a good summation. (Between them & Lahiri, it was a Gogol-filled weekend).
Then, too: a lingering brunch in S.F.'s Boerum Hill nook; a four-mile run on Saturday followed by another of the same on Sunday (both in blessed well-above-freezing sunshine, has spring sprungeth at last?); the enjoyment of some book-gifts from the peoples of the internets; and lots of tasty street food of dubious sanitation. Also, I fixed the broken shower curtain, did the laundry, and very nearly finished my taxes. We lost an hour's time between Saturday night and Sunday dawn, but I coaxed the better side of myself (which is prone to going astray, like a half-feral cat) back in exchange.
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