February 25th, 2008


I'm all stocked up with refries

Yesterday's sunshine faded away while I was naping, and with it my motivation to do anything. It is terrible that I'm so weather-dependent. So as the daylight hours trickled away, suddenly there became less and less things we COULD do and only the things we had to do: visit my friend Josh in central London.

As it turned out, we went for Dim Sum to China Harbor (or something along those lines, right where Gerrard Street hits Gerrard ... Avenue or something, across from China China) in keeping with our former Sunday tradition of afternoon dim sum. While the selection was good and the food was not bad, the fact of the matter is the bill came in at 36 pounds, and when I asked them to total it in front of me, it recalculated at 19. I'm not sure if it was just an addition error or the fact we had a little suitcase with us that made this happen, but I was pretty pissed off.

Then off we went to Josh's. To my surprise, he had two cardboard boxes PACKED full of canned Mexican food for me - more than we could carry home in one trip! So we loaded up our little suitcase with refried beans, red enchilada sauce, cans of green salsa - things I'd been out of for months. But the excitement of all of these goodies was too much, and Josh got a hankering for Mexican. Well, so be it. Off we went to Oaxaca, even though J and I weren't all that hungry. It worked out fine, though - the guy at the door recognized me from December, when I lost the button off of my big coat, and very kindly treated us to a round of drinks to compensate me for my loss. Yee hah! As usual, the food was delicious, even though I wasn't at all hungry (but somehow managed to fit in a taco and lots of guacamole anyway). Now we are stocked with the goods and I'm ready for a taco party again! All I need are some corn tortillas ...

Doubletake! Titian's Venus of Urbino - but something's changed!

I just won a prize from work (two tickets to see an art exhibit at the National - "Van Eyck to Titian: The Renaissance Portrait," which isn't even on until October) for correctly guessing the changes made in this picture. I'm going to make it a little harder and not say how many changes there are or what they are, but ... how many changes do you see between the top and the bottom picture (the bottom is the original), and what are they? Comments disabled until we have a winner. (And apologies for the poor image quality, but it's exactly what they gave me to work off of!) Otherwise stupid chipper for a Monday, not that I'm complaining.
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Morning cuppa

Quote for the day

"I'm not about pride. I'm about results."

(I've been giving out a lot of chocolate today to frustrated people - and I told people that want to make me and my team happy that I'm ready to receive NICE chocolate, like mine, when it's time to pay the piper.)

Pinter's Homecoming at the Almeida KICKED ASS

I really didn't know how screwed up a play could be before I saw this. It was like seeing a Coen Brothers' movie. "Hey, you can't do that with a wood chipper!" Life just isn't like that, but for some reason, when you're watching people RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU saying this crazy shit, how can you argue that it's not true and life doesn't work like that? Because they just said it, they just did it RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. It wasn't CGI and it wasn't dubbed, it was THERE. You saw it. It was REAL. We laughed and shook our heads. Who were these crazy people we were watching?

And what's extra cool is that every single character had a back story. Not "came from a troubled home" or "drinks on the sly" but like you could sit there and discuss what they were doing in grade school and what kind of mom and dad each of them had. It was like that. It was written that well. And every character was ACTED well. None of this, "Oh, I'm just a bit role, I have to a) be small b) be loud and try to steal the show." Nope, each actor gave it 100% of what it needed to be perfect.

I can't believe this was written so long ago, especially when I think about what was contemporary at the time. Harold Pinter is god and I worship at his altar.