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Forward motion...?
Aug. 13th, 2004 07:56 pmThe translation plate is cleared, and I'm in line to join Feht in the paranoid peanut gallery. He hasn't gotten new work in 9 days, and is feeling rotten about it. However, I know I have new work starting in one week, so I'm not as likely to feel as gloomy.
I'll save the gloom for Tuesday's procedure.
So, in an attempt to boost my spirits, I donated a bunch of stuff to the Methodist Thrift Shop (I don't belong to any organized religion... I'm a Methodist!), and made dinner of beef, onions, garlic, and aspen boletes, all fried together. Magnificent!
The wine is Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, which I think I first drank in Little Italy, in Manhattan, back in 1996 while working for NASA. 'Tis a long story, which I may have well already told.
I also rented The Whole Ten Yards (I seem to recall the previous installment was mildly amusing) and the special-directors-cut of something called Pitch Black, with Vin Diesel. The latter was actually a request on Galina's part, and I'm not going to be one to quibble.
I am seriously considering driving to Toronto for this year's ATA Conference. More to the point, I've also spent some free moments over the past couple of days trying to line up a restaurant for the annual Slavic Languages Division dinner, but that's a tale best left for later, too.
In any event, the idea behind traveling 1700+ miles to Toronto is the subsequent opportunity to drive down to Long Island to visit my folks, whom I have not heard anything from, nor seen, in way too long. (Note to self: call your mom tomorrow!)
That, and an opportunity to dash into the city, just because I haven't been there in nearly ten years.
The Independent Film Channel had a couple of late-60s films on last night about a character named Zatoichi, a blind samurai friend-of-the-poor-and-downtrodden. The advertisement between two consecutive films touted a new Zatoichi film, which I am pleased to note I already own on DVD (albeit from Russia, so that the language choices are Japanese and Russian). It is a typical martial arts film, with very clearly delineated lines of good and evil that simply would not pass muster in the nuanced world we may be experiencing in just a short time, but I'm getting snippy.
Time to go fire up the DVD player.
Cheers...
I'll save the gloom for Tuesday's procedure.
So, in an attempt to boost my spirits, I donated a bunch of stuff to the Methodist Thrift Shop (I don't belong to any organized religion... I'm a Methodist!), and made dinner of beef, onions, garlic, and aspen boletes, all fried together. Magnificent!
The wine is Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, which I think I first drank in Little Italy, in Manhattan, back in 1996 while working for NASA. 'Tis a long story, which I may have well already told.
I also rented The Whole Ten Yards (I seem to recall the previous installment was mildly amusing) and the special-directors-cut of something called Pitch Black, with Vin Diesel. The latter was actually a request on Galina's part, and I'm not going to be one to quibble.
I am seriously considering driving to Toronto for this year's ATA Conference. More to the point, I've also spent some free moments over the past couple of days trying to line up a restaurant for the annual Slavic Languages Division dinner, but that's a tale best left for later, too.
In any event, the idea behind traveling 1700+ miles to Toronto is the subsequent opportunity to drive down to Long Island to visit my folks, whom I have not heard anything from, nor seen, in way too long. (Note to self: call your mom tomorrow!)
That, and an opportunity to dash into the city, just because I haven't been there in nearly ten years.
The Independent Film Channel had a couple of late-60s films on last night about a character named Zatoichi, a blind samurai friend-of-the-poor-and-downtrodden. The advertisement between two consecutive films touted a new Zatoichi film, which I am pleased to note I already own on DVD (albeit from Russia, so that the language choices are Japanese and Russian). It is a typical martial arts film, with very clearly delineated lines of good and evil that simply would not pass muster in the nuanced world we may be experiencing in just a short time, but I'm getting snippy.
Time to go fire up the DVD player.
Cheers...
