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Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world
This has really been a good weekend. I hung out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gaudior and rushthatspeaks on Friday for the first time in a ridiculous while, watched three more episodes of Princess Tutu, which continues to make me happy, and witnessed a photo shoot with weirdquark and Thrud as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd, with the occasional quick pussycat. Saturday, ericmvan and I saw a matinée of the ART's Copenhagen, which I had wanted to see in a general fashion for years and specifically since this summer when I read the play for the first time: and which I found brilliant, fiercely intelligent and far more textured in voice than on the page—John Kuntz as Werner Heisenberg particularly caught at me, tightly mannered and fractured in glimpses between rapid-fire confidence and awkward concession, not innocent; even in the shadowy afterworld in which the play takes place, still passionate and still in pain. I had an unexpected bonus in the form of a comp ticket to the Lydian String Quartet at Brandeis, where I had my mind blown by Reza Vali's "Quartet #3." And tonight I watched the Super Bowl, which was a rather less jubilant occasion than the World Series.* Fortunately, I am even more indifferent to football than to baseball. I still care about archery, though.
Tomorrow, sorting books. Joy.
*The ad with the giant carrier pigeons was like something out of Narbonic, however, and therefore entirely worth seeing.
gaudior and rushthatspeaks on Friday for the first time in a ridiculous while, watched three more episodes of Princess Tutu, which continues to make me happy, and witnessed a photo shoot with weirdquark and Thrud as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd, with the occasional quick pussycat. Saturday, ericmvan and I saw a matinée of the ART's Copenhagen, which I had wanted to see in a general fashion for years and specifically since this summer when I read the play for the first time: and which I found brilliant, fiercely intelligent and far more textured in voice than on the page—John Kuntz as Werner Heisenberg particularly caught at me, tightly mannered and fractured in glimpses between rapid-fire confidence and awkward concession, not innocent; even in the shadowy afterworld in which the play takes place, still passionate and still in pain. I had an unexpected bonus in the form of a comp ticket to the Lydian String Quartet at Brandeis, where I had my mind blown by Reza Vali's "Quartet #3." And tonight I watched the Super Bowl, which was a rather less jubilant occasion than the World Series.* Fortunately, I am even more indifferent to football than to baseball. I still care about archery, though.Tomorrow, sorting books. Joy.
*The ad with the giant carrier pigeons was like something out of Narbonic, however, and therefore entirely worth seeing.
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This is not filing or alphabetizing. I would be fine with that. There turned out to be a leak in the living room that caused water damage in many of the books on the shelves to either side of the fireplace, which is where we always kept the rare books, the first editions, the out-of-print oddities. I'm doing triage and then calling the Northeast Documents Conservation Center. (This was the recent development that wasn't really good.)
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Insured, I hope?
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I don't think I saw the one with Richard Simmons and Alice Cooper . . .
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It's incredible. I think you would like it very much.
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You realize I'm keeping Ilario here as a lure. *dangles it* Don't you want this back? Isn't that hole on your shelf beginning to nag?
DON'T YOU WANT TO FROLIC WITH THE PUPPY, WHO IS HIS OWN MARKETING TEAM?
:P
Oh, and in re Samuel Bak, it will likely have to be October. Will he be there then, too, dio volente?
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See reply to
DON'T YOU WANT TO FROLIC WITH THE PUPPY, WHO IS HIS OWN MARKETING TEAM?
I'd want to visit even without the puppy and Ilario! I am extraordinarily un-prosperous at the moment!
Oh, and in re Samuel Bak, it will likely have to be October. Will he be there then, too, dio volente?
I hope so. You should meet.
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Pffft. Who insures?
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I am extremely sorry to hear this. I hope it's along the lines of hair dryers and clotheslines for most of them and that the conservators can help the rest. *pet pet pet pet*
Also, you should come work here.
Did YOU get to meet Samuel Bak? What did you think of him if so?
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Thank you. We're hoping the same . . .
Did YOU get to meet Samuel Bak? What did you think of him if so?
No; I didn't know about the current exhibition until last night. Otherwise I'd have dragged you up here!
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That was a tone of morbid sarcasm. These are the books of my parents' collection, many of them handed down from my grandparents or great-grandparents. They are not in my ownership and I am very annoyed.
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