The first time I saw Star Wars (aka: A New Hope) at the Charles Theatre in Boston, with my boyfriend at the time. Rob had already seen it twice (or three times). In the next year we saw it another twenty times (Rob had a friend who ran the Coolidge Corner Cinema, and got us in to see it ( Read more... )

But I don't have the requisite number of fingers. So take it as written. I had a quiet birthday, preceded by several days of combined Killer Head Cold and Party Prep (two great tastes that do not, under any circumstances, go great together) when I alternately cooked and slept. Now, on the other side of party and birthday, I have to finish the ( Read more... )

The last few days, that is.

Am hoping the weekend will go easier on all concerned. How's by you?

It's chilly and damp--there was drizzle last night (theoretically there was snow and rain and stuff in the mountains, where we need it to be) and I'm having a hard time gaining any enthusiasm for getting out of bed for the day. I got up and made coffee, and that was something. But somehow sitting in bed with my laptop is warmer and comfier than ( Read more... )

Saw the Cumberbatch Hamlet tonight (what nineweaving refers to as The Cumberdane). I thought Cumberbatch was good--very physical, and still thoughtful. Liked Ciaran Hinds as Claudius: meaty and smarmy. Didn't adore Gertrude, but she was okay. I liked the idea of Ophelia starting out on the thin edge, but didn't care for the actress. And Laertes rolled his ( Read more... )

I am downtown at my favorite work café (the appropriately named Workshop Café--$2/hour, an Eames chair to lounge in, and they will bring me coffee and food when I require it!). I have the bones of my first episode of the Serial Box project to string together, and as always, more research than Heinz has pickles to do. Onward!

I spent the weekend in New York (which always makes me deeply happy), staying with Delia Sherman and Ellen Kushner in their amazing apartment (every book I've ever read, and all the ones I've been meaning to get to, plus astonishing things... including a Golux hat, and if I have to explain that to you, go read James Thurber's The Thirteen Clocks). ( Read more... )

I am in New York City. It is still my favorite place (okay, London, Paris, and San Francisco come close, but I know where my heart is), and I spent the day doing good work on this Cool Writing Project with some of my favorite writers ( Read more... )

So back in May I promised Julie a fabric-shopping expotition as a birthday present. She needs a new costume for Dickens Fair this winter, so we set a date. Julie lives in Davis. We live in San Francisco. The plan was: she'd take a train down, we'd meet in Berkeley, and there would be much rejoicing. Of course, the BART between SF and the east bay ( Read more... )

“And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life - achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and ( Read more... )