Quick crosspost: fringe

Jul. 22nd, 2017 04:50 am
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I wrote the below over on FB:
I just saw the Changeling Child and it was, bar none, my favorite show this Fringe. A sequel to Midsummer Night's Dream, a generation along, and really sweet. One last performance tomorrow (Saturday) at 145p at Atlas. I'll be seeing something nearby so might even be able to meet up first to loan a button. Srsly, try to see it :). Fringe goes thru Sunday plus a few shows extended but sadly not this one.
There was a bit of screaming and gnashing of teeth involved: I dictated something like it into safari facebook on my phone a few minutes after wandering off from chatting with Tommx and Erica, and then it offered tagging someone and I hit 'back' and it took me back to my notifications. Then I went through typing it in again, since at the fringe bar it was too loud for dictation, and just before I was to hit post, the phone turned itself off, out of power. I finally posted from [personal profile] exsmof's phone.

Anyway, it was delightful. I wasn't laughing as much as I did in One in Four, but it's also a whole play, and sweet, and extremely well done.

Less than 10 hours before I'm ticketed to Exit pursued by bear. 2pm, Atlas.

I somehow doubt I'll get to Trey Parker's Cannibal The Musical at 11:15.


Might try to get to something more tomorrow or Sunday. Been thinking to get to Heroes' Tale.

Debating Exit Carolyn. If I go to the 7p I can't go to an acro thing in Rockville, though it does put me pretty close to a party...

Oh! Yeah, Clara Bow: Becoming It was worthwhile, and is at 3:45.

and ugh. I really have to go to sleep. Oh hell, I think I may have said I'd meet [personal profile] badmagic ahead of Exit for lunch. eep.

Thailand in the rainy season.

Jul. 21st, 2017 10:14 pm
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Today: Weigh 206.5 lb., pretty good after all the Thai food I'd been fed. Black Raspberries almost gone, blueberries fading. Mulberry still producing. Yellow Transparent apple will be ripe before month's end, crop fairly heavy and not showing a lot of damage. Defrosted the kitchen freezer.

Thu: Flight home was better than outbound; I stayed warmer and the food was better. Aisle seat let me sleep a bit without making my legs too sore. Mieke brought my car to Logan, I drove it home. Went to bed about 11 PM EDT.

Wed: Nid's house re-roofed with corrugated aluminum, 75 mm of foil-faced fiberglass batts installed in 1100 mm wide bays between steel frame members, above old foil faced bubble insulation. Saved intact panels from failed corrugated cement board roof for her brother, whose roof is worse. P. Noy treated dinner at a place that served pizza. Their Hawaiian had the expected ham & pineapple, but also slices of (effectively) hot dogs, peas, carrots and corn. Crust soft, almost fluffy.

Tue: Nid drove part of the way home from Koh Chang, I drove the rest. Apple Maps did better, sending us down a long, straight, mostly rural road along Khlong 13 to bypass the motorways east of Bangkok. Excellent except for a couple of spectacular embankment failures amounting to maybe 300m of pothole dodging.

Mon: Rainy morning, see Ah Tep's group off, then explore the South side of Koh Chang. Cleared in the afternoon, tried out the Ramayana's private beach: Water too cold for Nid (at least 25C), very foamy from wave action, lots of plastic & debris on the beach. There was sand close to the shore, but out where the waves were breaking was all coral rock. Only a couple of body surfing rides.

Sun: Rainy morning, so no beach for the kids. P Noy and Bing headed home late morning. Nid and I hiked ~1 km. to the Klong Plu waterfall, which was nice but would be spectacular when the river is closer to flood stage. At full typhoon flow, the approach path would be meters deep.

Sat 7/15: Drive to Koh Chang. Apple maps suggested a rural route, but Bing, driving the other carload, stayed on the highway. He's a fast driver, but they lost their lead when they stopped for lunch. We didn't make the initial turn correctly and encountered some slow roads and a number of towns. I drove the 2nd half, my first driving on this trip. The policeman at the 'getting near Cambodia' checkpoint asked for my license, I showed him NH and Nid told him she'd washed my IDP. He said 'not legal, you're free to go' and off we went. Only 2 ferries working, so a noon-ish arrival didn't get us across till about 14:30. Bing & P. Noy got aboard a little behind us, but Ah Pa and Ah Tep had to wait at least another hour.

Thu: After breakfast with the 505 family, drove around looking for deer. Then Nid drove Ah Taow and Ah Pa back to the island, then us back to Saraburi.

Wed: Remembrance Day for deceased family members, ceremony and meal at Wat Tha Tako, 1/2 km away from the island. Then to the Mall, I got name cards and a pair of Birkenstock Milanos for $80.

Tue: Drive to 505 Pokhaphan noodle plant, cattle ranch etc. with Ah Wat, Ah Pa, Ah Rat and Ah Taow. Lots of discussion of old times, tour of the ranch, nice lunch at the canteen, visit the company store which sells noodles, beef and a good deal of hardware and tools. Then to see the land Wat just bought, which alas is on the far side of the giant traffic jam of everyone returning to Bangkok on Hwy. 2.

Mon: Namo, Ah Pa, Nid and I drive to Phanon Rung Historical Park to see the restored Khmer site from ~1000 AD, then to a theme resort with an interesting botanical garden.

Sun: To Ah Wat's store downtown to watch the Vassa Parade. The first two Buddha floats didn't have too many clearance problems, but we had to leave before the next got there - Ah Thai had come down from Nong Kai but couldn't stay long due to a medical appointment.

Sat 7/8: Start at 0600 for Korat, but Hwy. 2 already heavily congested with people going to the Northeast for the long weekend. What's normally 2 hours and a bit took us more than 7, Nid doing all the driving. Many family members were at the island, more arrived from the US just after we got there.

Fri: Road trip to Lop Buri, see the RR station and the palace, then home for Namo's football game. Nid got another quote for a metal roof and installation of insulation we buy.

Thu: Drive to Kaeng Khoi, look around the RR station - busy junction where a branch splits off the Northeastern main line to Korat and an arm of the Southern line joins. Then a 'make your own spring roll' Vietnamese lunch.

Wed: Out early to inspect the roof - found lots of cracks, some quite big enough to be the leak. Local builder told us the cement board had failed because it was screwed too tightly to the steel frame. Gave quote for a replacement cement board roof and insulation.

Tue: Very heavy rain in the afternoon caused a leak in Nid's house. Move the bed and a lot of other stuff, nothing seriously damaged.

Mon: Work around the house, buy a few tools, more wandering at the Thai Watsadu (big box building supply). P Noy's bike tires hold air, but the derailleur cable was rusted beyond repair and I can't get the handgrip shifter apart to detach the wire. New tube fixed Nid's folding bike just fine.

Sun: Visit building supply places looking for insulation, rigid foam does not seem to be available anywhere in Thailand. Look up bubble/foil, find it very over-marketed. Traffic ridiculous near big stores b/c everyone got paid at month's end. Fix Nid's screens, the kitchen sink drain, other stuff.

Sat 7/1: Hang around the house in Saraburi rebuilding my energy, doing minor chores.

Thu 6/29: Chores, packing, then J took me to the bus to Logan. Flight not comfortable, I should have put on the sweatshirt before trying to sleep. Was totally at the bottom of my blood sugar barrel when I got to Bangkok, should have been more explicit with Nid about needing fruit - she got 1 banana...

First Black Raspberries just ripe, blueberries getting near, mulberries well along. I think I've killed enough of the caterpillars that I'll have an apple crop, but I've also gotten a couple of their spines embedded in my fingertips. Gloves from now on.

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Jul. 21st, 2017 10:46 am
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Gah. I decided not to go to Rockville to another evening of shiva last night because I really really needed to do something about my apartment and look at flights and such, for my own sanity. Going to the free fringe production of Shakespeare in the Pub then back home with K seemed like it would be a good compromise - how to turn down 11 women who've been drinking, a couple of whom I knew, doing a read through of Titus Andronicus with enough fake blood there were warnings re what clothes to wear? But the info had said 1.5 hrs. I hadn't expected 6:45 to end at 9:05, and I even more regret staying for Abortion Road Trip*.

Because really pathetically I don't trust myself to get anything done alone.

*everybody else seemed to enjoy it a lot more than I did. There were some strong performances, but I really hated the acting of one of the characters, and I was annoyed by the character with the most lines, and I was distracted by finding fault with the initial premise. Also? Neither K nor the guy on the other side of me had any memory of the character,"Mom."

Spider Cat!

Jul. 21st, 2017 04:15 pm
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The best cat treats have wings!
Spider Cat!
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'Spider Cat, Spider Cat, doing whatever wherever it wants! Making biscuits, purring loudly, oh so proudly! Zow! This is the Spider Cat!' 
 

Oh, and Spider Cat is waaaay preferable to Cat Spider!


on books

Jul. 20th, 2017 11:59 am
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crossposted:
when i got home last night there were a bunch of boxes of books by the recycling. They were in good condition and looked like anything from interesting to rare (there were some large Russian English dictionaries on top of one, and some Shostakovitch records on another) so I moved them to my parking space where nothing is supposed to live but I can probably get away with it a couple days, and pinged someone who is already handling getting other stuff to a charity he favors, and grabbed out Katherine Graham's autobiography for immediate reading.

My building has a building library; I'm not sure whether I should've given it first crack, but that would have required getting the boxes up a flight of stairs and through a couple doors at 3am, rather than just 50 feet to my space.

I'm not sure what sorting I should do before they go to support Fairfax Auxilliary. Probably start with grabbing out anything in Russian... .

I'm sad, because I'm pretty sure this is the collection of someone who died. And it also has me thinking of all the books Mom has, some of which are Old and Important, and many of which are outdated and random. And many of which Dad once wanted back.
That last paragraph may be a bit open for my usual friendsfriends security level over there on FB.

It seriously was sad, seeing things like that. I rescue stuff. It's so important to me that it has a home and not a landfill. And yet I do know that getting stuff to goodwill is yet another measure of cope, and even there one needs to be realistic about what they will and will not put out to sell. That's part of why I have so much grandma stuff that needs to be dumped on a "we sell it all on ebay and you get a cut." Because that Eastern Airlines tiny carryon that needs a zipper repair will be thrown out by goodwill, and treasured by the right person. When Allyson was over helping me through a large amount of momclothes she was overjoyed to take the Woodies and Garfinkles boxes from the closet. Cardboard boxes, but she wraps stuff in boxes from defunct stores and she especially loves local defunct stores.

A sweet little old man who lived a few doors down died a few years ago. As part of cleaning out the place, the family had put a box of mugs and glasses in the trash room. I'd looked through it, and seen a small mug, smaller than I usually use, emblazoned with [specific dc high school 50th reunion]. Kept it around to honor the guy, vaguely intending to contact said high school. A year or so later, Shira was over, and I showed it to her, and she took it with her! I don't think it was the high school she'd attended; I'd have to ask. But to her it was a sufficiently meaningful bit of DC history she wanted it.

This is all part of why it's so hard to sort. What is a life? This is part of why it's so hard to get rid of even things I don't really want. I guess I imbue things with a soul. Not just "does it give me joy" but "can I get it to someoen for whom it will?"

I have to stop typing; I decided to keep plans for today and need to leave soon.
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There's so very much to write. I didn't write about Baitcon. I didn't write much about MomYartzeit. I didn't write about New Story Leadership project (final event today at 630 at Archives). Or the various thought provoking plays I've seen at Fringe.

But I woke up this morning with I helped bury someone yesterday in my head.

I've known Sonya Schultz since her son Ben and I dated back in high school. Sophomore and Jr years. It was at their house I first was part of Havdalah. It was with them I first went to Simchas Torah - Ben and I went in all our Sadie Hawkins finery before going on to the dance. In the years that followed, she included me in her huge seders when I wasn't in Cleveland. In recent years other friends have offered invites first, or I've been in Cleveland. It's been a while since I've been to the house. My last sure memory of talking in person was shortly after Ben's now three year old was born. It was some years before that, in that apartment, when she said to me, "Marry one of my sons; I don't care which!" At the house last night, I was reminded by more than one of the family that she would have adopted me in, regardless.

I spent much of the day yesterday with Cathie and later Lauren. They would each occasionally run into Sonya and sometimes also David at Strathmore, or at Costco. I am envious.

It's kinda weird. In a certain way she and I were more regularly in touch the last couple years because she would respond in my facebook here and there. But I had no idea she was ill, because it had been so long since she and I had spoken in person. And tbh, I might not have known anyway -- people commented last night they'd just seen her at shul a week ago.

The funeral was long and full. Cathie and I were some of the few who ended up parking on the street because the parking lot was full. There were some beautiful stories and some heartbreak, and as is always the case for me, I learned more and was sad not to know it earlier. Bits about just how fiercely there she was for her kids, bits about her involvement with the shul, or defying being told "no woman can pass this econ test," or that they'd been on their most recent cruise only in May. Or that they'd planned to remodel the kitchen. I could so visualize that kitchen, the house. It wasn't the house they had when Ben and I dated; I don't remember that one, now.

At the gravesite, there was a traditional handwash station. One washes on leaving a graveyard. She and Ben had been at my grandmother's funeral at Arlington. Memories came flooding back of her coming up to me to give me wet wipes in the absence of the two handled cup. "al natitlat yadayim."

I've only been to a couple gravesites that weren't Jewish funerals*. Even so, there were things that were new to me. More traditional. That we all process together with the coffin but stop 7 times in reluctance. That one should add at least three shovelfulls of earth because 3 makes it not an accident or coincidence. That the first shovelful should be the back of the shovel, because we don't really want to be efficient in saying goodbye. That we shouldn't hand the shovel along to the next but instead put it back into the pile.

I've never before been to a funeral with real shovels adding the earth that had just been dug out, rather than symbolic trowelsful. After a while there was one person who went back and was shoveling more, for real, and Ben's younger brother for a while, and if there had been more than two shovels and I had been more clear whether it was okay or I was too far from the family I wanted to as well, despite the dress and shoes. It was hot, very hot. We said kaddish and we all went to the cars. Last night I learned that J had finished shoveling all the dirt for his grandparents, and would really have preferred to have done so here. And that the small bucket I'd wondered about that his girlfriend troweled from may have been Jerusalem dirt, but the part that was important to her was it also contained a vegan truffle she'd made for Sonya, but which Sonya had suggested bringing on Saturday but then not felt up to eating. This sounds so odd, written, but brought tears to my eyes in person.

I'd planned on going to a couple fringe plays last night, and I'm glad I hadn't preticketed. I spent the afternoon with Lauren, and then was in the right part of town to go over to shiva last night rather than trying to force getting there on Thursday. And the reason why shiva is traditionally in the deceased's house was so very apparent. So many memories in these rooms. A memory of a shiva, even. Sonya's mother.

I need to get moving. There's more to write and there isn't. There's contrasts with my mom's death, and after. Maybe later.


*One was Steve Devoney's dad, a couple months ago, after which everybody retired to the house and there were stories and video. One was a close friend, 8 years ago. The funeral itself had been a mass in latin at which there happened to be a coffin; the gravesite was in English and I think maybe mentioned her name. After everybody left her aunt started wedging flowers in any part of the coffin handles and hinges she could, and a couple of us joined in this until the coffin was covered in flowers, and then after the people came and lowered the coffin we dropped more flowers on top. And they put the concrete or whatever cover on and uncovered the dirt and I commented that in Jewish funerals we add the dirt. To make it final, real. And the four of us still there we each did add a handful. And that's when the aunt cried.

Doctor Who?

Jul. 18th, 2017 08:34 pm
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Just wanted to capture my thoughts on Doctor Who being portrayed by a woman instead of a man:

The Doctor will be portrayed by a woman. Big deal, in the most sarcastic way one can say! I'm looking oddly forward to how the Tardis is voiced. A few series/seasons past, the Tardis did have a voice. A female one, in "The Doctor's Wife." So? Yeah, that's about all I have to say on the change in the Doctor's (the character's) gender as perceived by people who feel that gender/sexuality is binary only, even in fiction having characters who travel in time as well as space. In other words: so? 🙄
 
 
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I came home one night (a Thursday) a few weeks ago and promptly had a meltdown over the fact that I constantly feel like I'm too tired to do anything useful. That is, I only have one or two half-hour scraps of baby-free time in a day (at least on weekdays), and even though there are surely small pending tasks I could fruitfully accomplish in that half-hour, all I want to do is sit down and stare at the ceiling. Same on weekends during baby naptime: I think all morning about the things I want to work on when she goes down, and then once it happens, all I do is sit and veg.

thinky )

Oh, and, technically I am taking a vacation next week, except that the occasion is a weeklong visit from my mom, so it's not exactly downtime even though it will be fun times! Hopefully some extra downtime for Etrace though, if he can chill at home while we take Aria and go run around/pay social calls.

Eating in

Jul. 14th, 2017 05:11 pm
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One of the best things [livejournal.com profile] etrace regularly does for me is roast me a chicken (over a bed of vegetables) every Friday night for Shabbat dinner. He's refined his technique over the past 3 years until he has it pretty much perfected. Which means it's kind of a pain in the ass relative to the "throw it in a pan and turn on the oven" I used to do, but he does it because he loves me, and it is fantastic. And while I love everything we do Friday evening -- lighting candles with Aria, opening a bottle of wine to go with dinner -- my hands-down favorite moment of the whole week is sitting down and pulling the beautifully roasted skin off my piece. NOM.

Hilariously: A few weeks ago he made a roast beef on some other weeknight, using the same pan he roasts the chicken in. And when it was done and Aria saw it resting on the counter under a sheet of tinfoil, she said "Candle time! Candle time!" No, lovey, I know it looks a lot like a chicken, but it's Tuesday!

Shul friends D (the lawyer) and R (also a lawyer) passed along some toys to us last weekend that their youngest grandchildren had officially outgrown... one of them being a little wooden Shabbat set: pretend candles, wine cup, and bread board with two loaves of challah "slices". I thought, Aria will get a kick out of the first two, but it's too bad I never make challah! Maybe I should get in the habit, just so she can have the full experience. Anyway, but we'll try them out tonight and see how it goes.

Shabbat shalom, y'all.

food, language, breakfast

Jul. 14th, 2017 12:41 pm
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There I was, in a grocery store in Canada, looking at the bacon. None of the bacon looks like "Canadian bacon" (i.e. what's called "Canadian bacon" in U.S. restaurants). I got some bacon that's as Canadian as can be: grown and processed in Canada, of a Canadian brand named "Maple Leaf". Looks and tastes like American bacon.

Apparently the French word for pancake is crepe. (Pardon me for not dealing with accents over vowels.) I picked up a box of pancake/waffle mix, glanced at the back, and saw recipes-- a recipe for pancakes, and a recipe for crepes-- and then promised Sophia crepes for breakfast. But the recipe titled "crepes" is not for what I would think of as crepes; it was just the French translation of the pancake recipe. D'oh! Tried to wing it, just adding more water than the recipe called for to try to make them thinner. Did not successfully guess correctly how much additional water to add for a really crepe-like result. Oh well, the result was edible and thin enough to manage to fold over the Nutella and banana slices.

pulled from FB for posterity

Jul. 13th, 2017 11:18 am
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yesterday:
Learned: sunscreen and greek yogurt look a lot like one another smeared on one's plastic wallet. It's understandable to confuse them if both have been in that bag recently, but you really don't want to lick the former off the plastic wallet. Also? That would explain why the fruit and yogurt tupperware seemed still sound and yet the wallet was smeared.
(when Petrona asked, "Did you lick it? Enquiring minds want to know") my response was
I have it on good authority that I am very much a cat when I have tasted something I actively dislike (which is very infrequent -- my concept of okay is pretty vast) - Ken can attest to my reaction to reduced stout in an icecream. I would assume that E derived some amusement from my reaction to the taste of Neutrogena Dry Touch.


Today:
Been listening to wamu's the 1a about the gun debate. is noted that on certain things almost the entire country is in agreement e.g. background checks. NRA didn't join the discussion but the National African American Gun Association did.
A comment I found worth remembering -- that rural vs urban makes for very different attitudes and associations re weapons. It dovetailed with something from the other day -- I'd driven up to a part of Maryland where the lots are 5 acres and my friends have a bunch of woods on their property. During and after dinner there kept being booms that might have been someone shooting targets on their property or might have been someone doing stuff with fireworks*. The older kid kept yelling toward the neighbors (who obviously wouldn't have heard) to stop it already; the dad pointed out that it was perfectly legal to shoot on one's own property around here. The kid, of course, remembers when they used to live in Hyattsville, and the sound of shooting meant the family and cats would hunker down in the basement.
*it still being broad daylight I found the latter possibility confusing but in MD I suppose visible fireworks wouldn't go well.

(semirelated, I had an insanely long and occasionally very frustrating thread about The fist of truth NRA ad in which the husband of the NRA spokeslady came in to insist the vid I and many found practically a call to war against the Left wandered in and insisted it was an antiviolence ad. Ping me and I'll send you a link; I don't publicly link this account to my given name)

High Holidays

Jul. 11th, 2017 08:11 am
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My two favorite friends from synagogue are MH, the president, and EHF (hereinafter SCO#4), the chair of the ritual committee. Between them, they have been talking to me for ages (since I was pregnant with Aria; possibly even before that) about training me up to lead High Holiday services.

notes from the life of an amateur cantorial soloist )

I figure, if I memorized the entire Hamilton soundtrack in less than 2 months, I can do this. It's just Shacharit, right? Right? #17tammuz #tishreiiscoming

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