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Chasing Hillary, Go, Movies, and Shroomitches Gina took me to a really good Vietnamese restaurant called My-Le in Silver Spring, after our Cremaster debacle (see Gina's rant below). The restaurant had excellent food and a big selection for those who have jumped off the meat wagon. I had a very meat-like black peppered gluten dish. Mmmmm. After a good supper we decided to meander through a dessert too because a sudden storm came through, making me feel like I was in a Vietnamese monsoon. Once it let up a little, we walked many blocks back to the car in the rain, and got soaked. 
We've been eating lots of tasty chicken mushroom sandwiches this week.
They're extremely tender and delicious, maybe because of the persistent
rains.On Sunday after an outside drum jam at the New Deal Cafe we invited Izolda and Rich to our house for dinner. Lots of chicken shroom sandwiches, natch. Stacy stopped by too. I tortured subjected our guests to my strange philosophies of emotion, stemming from my current strong suspicions that there is no such thing as free will -- which is kind of funny because then my strong suspicions aren't really mine are they? I dunno. Besides chewing on chicken shroomitches and amateur philosophy I've been playing Go games on the internet, an improvement from spending the previous two weeks just watching Go games. Maybe next week I'll actually start winning a few. Ha ha. In the meantime I just tell my anonymous online opponents that I'm a beginner, and that I'm four years old. I'm also listening to Joyous Noise's didjeridu radio at work and at home, and practicing some new sounds with the Greenbelt jammers. My friends tell me I'm improving. I know I'll be learning for the rest of my life. In other news, I've decided to stop my four:eleven entries on June 23rd, four years and 11 days after my first four:eleven entry. It's been fun, but I need to stop before it gets tedious. Rich and Izolda just got a new little orange kitty. Izolda says, "He's the widdlest of the widdlest." His name's Pyro, for now. Very cute and adorable. Our Cremaster HMR is written for the entire Cremaster cycle, which we will never finish, I'm happy to say. Rich scared us by saying he had a gift for us, then presenting us with a DVD of Cremaster 3 and we politely, with as few sounds of retching as possible, refused. Ooh, looky! I was just reading other reviews of Cremaster 2 and discovered a "found haiku movie review" by dgrams@home.com: Viewing this "film"
was
Perfect! Some people
write HMRs and they don't even know it. We think Dgrams's unintentional
HMR is better than our own.more painful than being stung by a thousand bees G: I have never hated sitting through a movie more than I did Cremaster (1 & 2). I've never even walked out of a movie in a theater, although I've occasionally left a videotape screening (The Exorcist, White Men Can't Jump, and Scream 1 (after the gory beginning, I left John to watch it alone, he said the rest wasn't anything like the beginning, but it was too late for me, I don't like horror movies)). Anyway, I would have walked out of this, but I thought John might be enjoying it, and didn't want to spoil it for him by saying I wanted to leave. Turned out he would have walked out with me, although he was able to tolerate it better than I was. I HATED it. It was a kind of torture. The funny thing is, I think the two films would be interesting to have on in the background at a party or something, you'd just look over at it occasionally and go, "Huh. That's weird." Or whatever. But having to sit there and watch it in all of its painfully slow moving not much happening weird artsy fartsy pretentiousness - AAAAHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGG!!! (Might appeal to an insane person, or someone tripping or high.) So anyway, I got my parents what I thought was a kinda neat present. Last Thursday morning I went out to a bookstore in DC to get an autographed copy of Senator Hillary Clinton's new book (Living History). I tried to get there early - but I don't wake up very easily - and when I got to the metro around 9:10 there were NO parking places left. I should've rode my bike there but I forgot that this happens. I drove around for a while and noticed there were plenty of reserved places left that became legal at 10am. I didn't want to go home and wait, so after debating with myself for a while whether I'd get caught, I decided to chance it. After parking I asked a bicycle policeman, "How much are tickets for parking in a reserved spot?" He told me they were $20, and I decided that wasn't too bad considering the mission I was on. I knew that 1500 people had lined up for a Hillary signing a few days before, and I wanted to get there as soon as I could. He also said he wouldn't be going around giving out tickets that late, but there was a Greenbelt parking enforcer that might catch me. (I ended up without a ticket, unless they just mail them to you...) Anyhoo, I got to the bookstore around 10:08 and got in a line of about 20 people to buy vouchers to get the autographed books. There was already a pretty long line of people who had already bought their vouchers and were waiting for the signing to begin at noon. The people at the front of this line had a sign on their umbrella that said, "Got here at 5:30 am!" I decided I might as well get the limit of two - one for my folks and one for me, or someone else, or to sell on eBay. It was hot out. I started chatting with the woman in front of me, who had her husband already in the signing line. I joked about getting back in line with her, and she said I could, so after buying my vouchers and walking back along the line, I found her again and said, "There you are!" I joined her and some other people there and we were all very friendly and chatting about stuff. One of the men there, Frank, made a hobby of getting political figures books and autographs - he mentioned having Jimmy Carter's among many others that I can't recall. We waited for about an hour and a half until the line started moving, and it moved really fast. One of the folks in our group who had left to get some food said he thought it was about 300 people in front of us. I don't know how many were in back, but there were a lot of people in line for the vouchers as our line progressed steadily toward the store. Any hopes we had arrived with of getting some sort of personalized autograph went out the window when one saw the speed at which books were placed in front of Hillary and swept away. I had come up with something to say if I had time, but I didn't want to blurt it or flub it, so I just said "Hi" and "Thank you." She was saying hellos and how-are-yous and thank-yous and looking up at everyone, but each person had about two seconds in front of her. I did notice that she looked quite petite, except for her head... I managed to get one of the books in the mail that day and it arrived at my parents house on Saturday and they were quite surprised and pleased. I've only read a little bit of the book so I don't have much of an opinion on it yet, but there are plenty of reviews (mostly bad, it seems) out there you can find with a simple search. |
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