What's been on my mind lately? Read on...
Well, yesterday’s unpleasant afternoon paid off, and lots of stuff got done at work. Our project came together, and the lifting hook I designed passed its first round of testing – needless to say, I was pretty nervous when the half-million dollar submarine was dangling from the line, hanging only on something I designed.
Shit, meet fan. Fan, shit.
It’s been a rough day at work, and there’s a lot more time left in the day. Whee!
On Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever, the new Lucy Liu and Antonio Banderas movie, Stephen Hunter of the Washington Post writes:
You could run this film backward, soundtrack included, and it would make no less sense.
High praise indeed.
My friends ended up having their birthday party here on Friday night. Word to the wise: don’t go there. Ever. Ear-splitting loud (bad) music, nasty drinks, sticky floors, and more of a meat market scene than I’ve ever seen. Gross.
Peter Mulvey and friends (Erin McKeown, Kris Delmhorst, Jennifer Kimball, Sean Staples and Anita Suhanin) put on a marvelous show Saturday night at the Somerville Theater. Don’t miss ’em if they come to your town.
Truth be told, Snappy Dance really didn’t live up to their name, and their performance this weekend wasn’t nearly as good as others I’ve seen by them in the past. Part of the problem, my parents and I decided, was that they had really shifted from simple, happy pieces to more complicated, somewhat dreary ones. We also decided they’re in dire need of an editor – someone to cut about 30% of the choreography – as they’re quite self-indulgent. I’ll still go see them again, but only if they promise not to depress me and put me to sleep as much.
Well, I feel cheated. I was going to write about how much I was looking forward to dinner tonight with my folks at a nice restaurant. Considerate as I am, I was also planning on including a link to the restaurant’s entry in the Zagat (like they’re gonna get a link now) Guide. Sadly, Zagat decided to make their listings open to subscribers only (and an online subscription costs more than the dead-tree version of the guide), and also decided to do so without giving any advanced notice. Poop on them, I say – if they’re interested in treating their customers like that, I’m not interested in being a customer.
[ N.B. – And I was a customer. I actually bought the paper versions of the guide every year, even though the listings were online for free. ]
But you should still go to Oleana, a great restaurant on Hampshire Street in Cambridge. They’re nice, accept reservations, don’t ask for more money than they said upfront, and make a mean Baked Alaska.