There are loose ends by the score
I have a schedule. How did that happen?
Today, I have an appointment with the Boston Passport Agency. My passport expired in February; I am going out of the country within fourteen days; I have a packet of paperwork and a book to wait with. This evening, I meet
kenjari for the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Big Broadcast of 1946. Somehow I failed to notice until last night that this year's Byfar Hour is riffing on Arsenic and Old Lace, the play whose Capra-directed film adaptation introduced me to Peter Lorre, Raymond Massey, and Cary Grant (although not Edward Everett Horton, since I'm always surprised to see him there): I am looking forward. Tonight, I dream of sleeping.
Tomorrow, I catch a plane to D.C. I haven't seen
strange_selkie and
darthrami since December, which is only exceeded in stupidity by the fact that I haven't properly met my godchild. Feeling her kick at a baby shower doesn't count.
Saturday, assuming I haven't disintegrated from lack of sleep, I attend Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity. I hope also to see B. while I'm in the area.
Either Sunday or Monday, I return from D.C. in some fashion still to be determined. I have a round-trip reservation, but it may need to be altered for logistical reasons. If Sunday, I hand out Halloween candy in Lexington.If Monday, I observe the same ritual in Rockville. I return on Sunday. I blame the Boston Passport Agency.
Tuesday I am a responsible citizen and I vote.
I collapse for a few days.
Next Friday, Tosca at the Boston Lyric Opera with
fleurdelis28 and
sharhaun. I get up the next morning and fly to Vancouver. Admittedly I saw Mike as recently as August, but he's lived in Canada for the last three years and I have not yet managed to visit him; I'll be returning on Veterans' Day. Hence today's procurement of a passport, which I should stop writing about and go accomplish.
After that, I imagine I don't move for a few weeks.
Today, I have an appointment with the Boston Passport Agency. My passport expired in February; I am going out of the country within fourteen days; I have a packet of paperwork and a book to wait with. This evening, I meet
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Tomorrow, I catch a plane to D.C. I haven't seen
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Saturday, assuming I haven't disintegrated from lack of sleep, I attend Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity. I hope also to see B. while I'm in the area.
Either Sunday or Monday, I return from D.C. in some fashion still to be determined. I have a round-trip reservation, but it may need to be altered for logistical reasons. If Sunday, I hand out Halloween candy in Lexington.
Tuesday I am a responsible citizen and I vote.
I collapse for a few days.
Next Friday, Tosca at the Boston Lyric Opera with
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After that, I imagine I don't move for a few weeks.
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Hi, Sonya. Two quick things ...
1. Have you seen Agora yet? I watched it last night and was deeply moved.
2. You're coming to Vancouver? How packed is your schedule? Care to take a ferry over to Vancouver Island and meet the sheep?
Cheers.
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No; I wanted very much to see it, but it never came to a theater any closer to me than New York City. I take it this means it's out on DVD.
You're coming to Vancouver? How packed is your schedule? Care to take a ferry over to Vancouver Island and meet the sheep?
I'm visiting a friend who is otherwise almost impossible to get hold of, but I shall let you know? I don't know what all of our plans are at this point.
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Agora is indeed now out on video and I plan to purchase a copy. The movie itself is wonderfully done in its (partial-CGI'd) recreation of classical Alexandria. The great Lighthouse is a brooding, half-shadowed form in the distance and the Library is a feat of set design and studied execution. Rachel Weisz's Hypatia is haunting.
but I shall let you know?
Consider it an open invitation. My private e-mail is roadpoet@rock.com and our home phone is (250) 748-7985. We would be honored to host you for an hour or an evening. Have a safe trip and a lovely Samhain.