Which is to say, we went to the
Broadway Theatre tonight and saw
Elton John and Tim Rice's Aida (whose name is so
long that the tickets just say "Elton John and
Tim Rice's", which is perhaps indicative of something).
It was a good time: talented actors (singers)
(dancers), very nice lighting, good food (one of
them Dinner Theater things), nice smooth sets.
(Ooh, and to Kia Lee, who was filling in as
Nehebka tonight: whoa!
I'll come to your one-woman show anytime.
Not that she upstaged Aida or anything, but whenever
she was on there was a definite additional point
of energy in the scene.
And look: she's
(And, in that strange fashion show after Amneris sings
"My Strongest Suit", the very first model?
The very tall one, who isn't one of her handmaidens?
That was a guy in drag.
I liked the bad guy's numbers alot.
The rest of the music wasn't bad, but I thought
it sort of suffered from [a] all the musicians
being backstage somewhere playing into the sound
system, and [b] all the singers being miked.
As far as audio goes, we might as well
have been listening to the CD, eh?
And somehow, except for the badguy parts, the
Elton-John-flavor mostly-pop music
didn't really evoke ancient Egypt for me
very much (go figure).
And in terms of the story and final impact I thought it
was ultimately sort of fluffy.
I mean, aren't Elton John (music)
and Tim Rice (lyrics) and
Linda Woolverton and Robert Falls and
David Henry Hwang (book)
sort of underestimating the seriousness
of being buried alive here?
Shouldn't we have left feeling a certain
amount of horror, or at least disquiet, mixed
in with the upliftingness and love conquering
all and everything?
But then I'm an old curmudgeon.
So anyway it was a good time.
(And the kids both had Virgin Pina Coladas,
so they got souvenir glasses to bring home.)
As a spammer recently pointed out in email:
Intimacy is a vital part of any union. bullwhack
your spam name?
For that matter,
who are you?
I am a person who reads (I must assume) far slower that you write.
I'm guessing that that person was attempting to read
last week's Super Sized
entries about the trip to the monastery and all.
I did get a bit carried away, "dump of absolutely everything
that I can remember" wise.
Right. Your people and Roshi's people will do lunch.
Yes, but who are you?
Who wants to know? Oh.
(One incident from the retreat that I don't think I wrote down:
shortly after Ryushin talked to us about the purpose of zazen and all,
I ran into him down in the office, and said that I had one very
basic (or "elementary" or something) question, and he said what
was it, and I said "who are you?" (meaning it entirely in the
ordinary sense, since he hadn't introduced himself or anything)
and he laughed and said something like "such
a question to ask a zen monk!" and we all laughed and then he
answered the question in the entirely ordinary sense and told
me that he was Ryushin and all, and that was very cool.)
Who are you?
I staggered back to the underground and the breeze blew back my hair
Do you remember throwing punches around,
and preaching from your chair?
All sortsa nice stuff in the Ajax
One snippet from many:
He hadn't intended to kiss her. It was to be lunch in the city,
that's all, she in from Boston and he down from upstate, meeting
at the station. Review some notes, a few revisions, lunch. "Do you
remember that time in Jaypur when we got so giddy and almost fell
off the roof?" He leaned in, "I, it's Jaipur with an I." He did
remember, of course. All too well. Fresh air can be so intoxicating.
And a summing-up:
So what do we learn from this little ajax toy?
Look under rocks. Notice the small things. There
is beauty in the ephemeral.
(We learn that from Metababy also, although all the anus
pictures and stuff sometimes seem to distract from the lesson.)
Dear Mister President:
be a freaking idiot.
(Some alarming and hopefully overly paranoid
on this general subject.)
From the mysterious HTML o' the Day, our Clever Idea o' the Day
(and we aren't just referring to the choice of hostname):
Turn Your Head dot com.
And also from there,
Sue for Right Not to Tolerate Policies.
A story about people who want their intolerance tolerated; includes
this noteworthy statement:
"Think how marginalized racists are," said Baylor,
who directs the Christian Legal Society's Center for
Law and Religious Freedom. "If we don't address this now,
it will only get worse."
And also still yet again from there,
Problems Related to the Geek Lifestyle, from which I wandered
to reasons not
to hack sleep.
Some more random interesting things from the web (hence
the name "web log" I suppose):
Blobjects Rule the Earth (Bruce Sterling being
all pundit-like and energetic and prophetic and stuff).
From which I wandered to
text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs,
CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios,
delivered on June 12, 2005 which is less techie and
And from rocketboom,
a whole bunch of
(Photon patterns from distant locations brought to you through the
miracle of electricity!)
I dunno, that's probably about all.
I recently got a very nice email from someone asking just where
the nude photos of Iris Chacon are on this site, anyway?
I told him. *8)
Apologies to all to whom I owe mail (and weblog entries, heh heh)
and stuff like that (and to all the reader input waiting
patiently in the inbox).
It's been busy (I know; I always say that).
One of the little daughter's lifelong friends had a
Sweet Sixteen party down at the lake today.
It was just like in the Old Days: all the families
sitting around in the pavillion, wandering down
to the dock to look at the water, the kids running
here and there, lots of food, laughter, wind,
Also unlike the old days; many of the kids are as
tall as some of the parents; there are extra kids, from outside
the neighborhood, from school and the extended
And the flirting is (even) more obvious than
it used to be. *8)
I stretched out under a tree with the sun shining on
my closed eyelids and dozed for awhile.
And after the kids were done with the Jenga set
some of us adults sat down on the concrete floor
of the pavillion and stacked blocks and laughed and
And we ate lots of chicken and fruit and noodles
and cookies and chips and food in general, and
remarked on how big all the kids are, and said how
long it's been since we had one of these parties,
and how much it was like the Old Days.
It was very nice.
Zero events coming up.
I wrote up
another book (a paperback murder mystery that was kinda fun,
but that's probably going back to the Book Exchange rack).
And I've posted
the complete census of
my Sims 2 neighborhood
(although I've been playing TS2 less than I was a few
to our ZMM story; fame!
Speaking of the Four Great Vows, here's
minister on the subject.
(I've noticed that some translations render the last vow as, say,
"The Buddha Way is unsurpassed; I vow to attain it", which isn't
nearly as paradoxical.
For my personal version of the Desire one I'm considering
"Desires are unfulillable, I vow to fulfill them".
Or something along those lines.)
And finally (because it's getting late and although the
kids have next week off I don't), our Poem o' the Day is
Clare's "I am!".