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So after two months, the Ozu festival has ended. We saw three movies in the last week: End of Summer, Early Spring, and The Flavor of Green Tea Over Rice. I'll be happy to not see anymore Japanese domestic dramas for a while, despite the "masterly" film making; too many people making choices based on what society expected of them, too little of people seeking personal understanding, happiness, or fulfillment. Lots of insights into Japanese culture, mind you, but sometimes it was all a bit too harsh.

The very last movie we saw (Green Tea Over Rice) had some great scenes set at a Pachinko parlor, and I laughed out loud when they went out to eat at the "Calorie Hut (insert picture of pig)." However, it was mostly about a rather priggish wife doing her best to "outwit" her husband, and rather sad insofar as neither of them seemed to be making any attempt to get to know the other. Ah, arranged marriages!

Of this lot, my favorite was decidedly End of Summer, which was about an aged patriarch embarassing his family as he gets closer to death. He was probably in his sixties or seventies, and I loved that he was sneaking away to go drink some hootch with the girlie he'd hooked up with way back when. His daughter in law was mortified, but I think the phrase "he died as he lived" was far more of a celebration in this case than a cause for remorse.

Early Spring, meanwhile, was more of a domestic drama, "married man fools around on wife, will she forgive him!", but fascinating in its depiction of Japanese office culture. I also liked that for this film, finally, we actually saw a woman taking ownership of her sexuality; she was portrayed as a wee bit of a villain, but I found her far more appealing than most of the dull young virgins who seemed to spend all of their time contemplating marriage proposals and little else (in most of the last half of Ozu's work).

Overall, I saw 14 Ozu movies in two months, but only missed two I was really hoping to see (due to scheduling issues). With the twelve I saw in 2005, I've now seen 28 of his 37 or so movies (many are missing; some only exist as fragments, but I did see some of those!). The only one of his sound black and whites that I missed was "The Munekata Sisters;" sadly I didn't see many of his color movies at all, but since there are only 6 and I've seen three, well, that's not too bad, really. As for his silents; well, there are many of them, but I don't think I'm particularly interested in seeing the ones I missed as I nearly fell asleep during every one of them.

Best movie? I'd say Late Spring, which I rated equal to Tokyo Story as 3 1/2 stars (out of four) but which just shimmered with beauty. And I got weepy at the end. I'd say watch them both if you can. As for me, my next stop in movie-land is Alice in Wonderland; after all this I could use something a little bit lighter!
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In my calendar of events, July and August are Russian ballet, and February is Flamenco. My last review of the Flamenco festival, the Gala Flamenca last night, is up now, but I'm thinking of doing a recap of the highlights. I only missed one show and, retrospectively, I enjoyed it so much I should have slipped in the other one. Next year I'll do them all!

It's often turned out that the darks of winter are also when I will hit a movie festival. In Seattle, this was facilitated by excellent programming at the Grand Illusion and the Northwest Film Forum. Here, the BFI provides more than I can take in, and on a monthly basis. I dipped heavily into its Guy Maddin retrospective; and the last two months I crammed in all of the Ozu I could managed. This afternoon is my last movie, Green Tea Over Rice. I'll write about the series as a whole sometime tomorrow - and I should probably slide my one play review for this week to Up The West End, as it's always nice to have a friend patting me on the back for helping them make their fun project a success.

Tonight, party and friends; tomorrow, games and my place and at least one friend. Now, get off of couch and go find one of the cute Alice in Wonderland shirts they're peddling at Miss Selfridges before they sell out.
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J and I went to Sadler's Wells last night to see Eva Yerbabuena - it was a much more satisfying experience than last Sunday. Next week we're going twice, though I secretly want to go see one of the acts happening between now and next Thursday. Ah well. Time, never enough.

I've been thinking a bit about aggressiveness. I get called aggressive, almost always by men, and usually when they're unhappy with my behavior (bosses, my dad, Wechsler). I have come to believe that this calling a woman aggressive is actually a control tactic. I say this because you ONLY hear a man called aggressive because of physical behavior - though, to be honest, I think you'd just NOT say it to his face, you'd say it behind is back - but you don't call a man aggressive simply for stating his opinion. I believe aggressive, applied to a woman, is a way of saying "opinionated," as said by someone who doesn't enjoy having a woman express their opinion more strongly, or more convincingly, than the person who calls them aggressive. Because, really, they would NEVER say this to a man. It's a control tactic used to shut women up. And along those lines, have a look at this article on stereotyping women in business. Read the report at the bottom, it's where the meat is.

Uh, what else. J and I went to the BFI to see Late Autumn, which is one of the last movies we'll be seeing in the Ozu festival - it was nice but kind of light (a relief) with a very funny scene in which the men were talking about a colleague who had died 7 years ago ...
Man 1: His wife is so beautiful still!
Man 2: He used up all of his luck marrying her.
Man 3: You have to die early when you marry a woman that beautiful.
Old waitress: You need more sake?
Men: No thanks!
Man 1: Her husband will have a long life.
Man 2: Thank God for unexpected blessings, eh?

I was laughing out loud at how amazingly rude and mean they were. Later they were all saying they wished THEY were widowers - a horrible sentiment given that they were all married!

Anyway, we're having theatre geeks over for tacos tonight. It should be lots of fun, but I've got to clean STAT!
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Well, it's actually been a week since we saw an Ozu movie. Kevin's non-arrival on Friday (he cancelled at about 5 PM and it was just too late for us to make it to a 6 PM show) meant we missed the Munekata Sisters; my lack of sleep last night meant I just couldn't stomach an 8:40 show of Equinox Flower (and getting to bed sometime around 11:30 or maybe even midnight). Maybe I'll see them on DVD someday. I've compensated by buying tickets for the final movies of the festival:

Late Autumn
Saturday 20 February 2010 at 13:00

The End of Summer
Monday 22 February 2010 at 18:20

Early Spring
Wednesday 24 February 2010 at 18:00

The Flavour of Green Tea Over Rice
Saturday 27 February 2010 at 16:00

As ever just nobody seems to have a real interest in seeing these movies with us, but, well, you know. Japanese movies and early music, you just can't get everyone to like everything. At any rate, we had fun people to talk to us in the pub tonight, and they want to do other fun things like go to the Showoff Piano Bar and do hikes and see musicals so that seems pretty close to having it all. I mean, at least we can SEE this other stuff here.

Some of the other stuff we're seeing is some flamenco, and last night we broke in the Sadler's Wells Flamenco Festival (2010!) with Nuevo Ballet Español (yes that's a link to my review) which wasn't brilliant but reminded me of how much I enjoy flamenco, thus sending me off to buy tickets for Eva Yerbabuena for Thursday because, you know, those people who said they'd pay me to write reviews for them are dicking me around and NOT making plans for Thursday for a writers meetup like they said they would. So screw them. Flamenco especially rocks because it's a) five minutes from work b) usually done without an intermission thus ensuring I get home before dead o'clock. So Rawk. And I've got two more shows the following week. All signs point to February being done before I even figured out how to pronounce it correctly.

Er, and, uh, I spent today in training, mostly being frustrated that the guy was trying to teach us his special planning "language" that was guaranteed to remove ambiguity through enthusiastic use of <, [, ( and {. I was unimpressed. I did get the answer to my boss's question from last week ("How can we prove the business value of instituting quality assurance of requirements?") though, so I'd consider the day not entirely wasted. (Answer: 1) Through reducing the amount of time developers are spending on recode work due to misunderstanding of requirements. 2) Through reducing the percentage of time test people are spending writing and researching bugs that were caused by misunderstanding of requirements. Both require analyzing which kind of bugs are caused by misunderstanding of requirements, but it should only take one days' analysis of a project to produce the numbers - maybe two.)
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My "keep yourself busy" strategy for the month of February has really kept me hopping this week. Fortunately I've still been seeing lots and lots of Ozu, which means going out but not coming home late. This week we saw Late Spring, which was really just quite a Japanese movie. It had a tea ceremony, a trip to Noh theater (have never seen it before!), and lots of visits to sake bars. It also really pointed out some very Japanese attitudes that I'd never conceived of before, such as that getting remarried (even after being widowed!) would make you unclean. I especially enjoyed the scenes set in Kyoto, which reminded me of J and mine's trip back in 2001, right before I started that horrible job at the insurance company. (The icon is from Floating Weeds, by the way.)

Wednesday, then, was a trip to see Bette Bourne of Bloolips in A Life in Three Acts. Bette had a lot of great stories to tell (the play was about her life, basically a reenactment of a series of interviews) and I really enjoyed the insight into 50s-80s London. Whoda thunk that being an actor could be just as much of a trade as being a printer? And also it was great to hear someone who felt so strongly "I just gotta be me."

Last night was a Fado colored dance show at the Linbury called "God's Garden" (which I haven't written up yet). It was a little incoherent but pleasant enough - they did give out wine to the audience and there was a very hunky man taking off his clothes. Beforehand we went to Kitchen Italia, which unfortunately has gone for those bench seats I hate so much. They also made their waiters upsell you to "filtered" water when you ask for tap specifically. I was aggravated, and to make it worse the risotto was chalky (read: underdone). But I ran into my old coworker Ken there, and he didn't snob me off. We'll see if he really wants to hang out and play games.

And if there are any Faulkner fans out there, this New York Times article about a notebook that influenced much of his writing is well worth reading.

Off to work now ...
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So tell me how this is so much like my life in Seattle was.

This morning. Slept in. Fed nice breakfast.

Out at one. Off to see art exhibit (Kinetica art show, would go over well with steampunk types and moving art enthusiasts.) Yeah, I wrote a play review on the way up there, but I didn't finish it. Bought lunch and then ...

Off to [Art Movie House] (BFI) to see [art movie] (Late Summer). Totally grooved on utterly raw exposure to very different culture in a historically different era (really like the scenes set at the Kabuki-za - did the women really dress up with the crazy wigs like that? - and also was shocked by family's horror at daughter marrying a "widower with a child" - was that really seen as such a bad match?).

Home at 6:30 and attempting to make miracles happen. Produced cheese enchiladas and all the fixin's plus bonus brownies for[friend] ( a [livejournal.com profile] booklectic and [livejournal.com profile] dr_d), with plenty of time for [game} (Agricola). Played, had fun, had a "brownies a la mode" first harvest round and am now trying to figure out when we can do it again.

I was worried about when we could go on a trip with [livejournal.com profile] booklectic again, but then I realized, yeah, sure, she's having a baby this summer, but we've got the rest of our lives, right? Because clearly I ain't goin' nowhere.

Finishing my review and the rest of the bottle of wine I opened earlier tonight. See you all on the flip side. :-)
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Saw a really great scene in "Hen in the Wind" of a woman, in a very solid fashion, falling down a narrow and steep stairwell.

Really, for all that the previous movie ("There Was a Father") was all about keeping in your feelings and sacrificing, this movie was about the truth, that keeping it in bakes your brain and makes poison.

This is the one, the start of his mature style. I wonder if it's just the use of the new film stock that made it possible? Really very good.

Afterwards we blew it all away by going to a musicals nightclub event called Musicalifragilistic and singing "Oom Pah Pah" with a room full of people dressed like they were in Cabaret or Chicago (or Duran Duran). Good night all in all. I like my tofu salty.
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The long and the short of it - my life summarized in one sentence - is that if I don't get a hairband together SOON I am going to go mad. My hair has looked like crap for the last two days and I don't know where in the house the damn thing has run off to. I look like I slept on a couch at work overnight. It's awful.

Anyway, I'm busy (as ever). Last night I went to this brilliant meet up for people who Twitter about theater. It was an event skewed much younger than my normal theater gig, and was full of actors, directors, theater fans, publicists, a puppet maker, lots of bloggers, the works! I had to listen to college near-graduates asking me what I was going to do now that "I've made a name for myself" with a straight face.

That said, gotta earn my, er, "name," so I got my review of Rake's Progress (which we saw Saturday) written up. I didn't really enjoy it that much. I'd much rather have spent the time writing up last night. I'll add that I went to an Ozu movie earlier tonight (There Was a Father), which was odd and a damaged print to boot but still an insightful view into Japan circa 1943. I do really want the book about Ozu that I read about this morning - Ozu and the Poetics of Cinema - but at $65 a copy I'm in no rush. We had dosas after the movie let out; it was a good evening. And now, dammit, a bit too late to bed. Grr. Stupid writing!
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Uhh ... Madeira is already a year and a lifetime ago. I spent today training my employees. During a talk about what I was trying to do with the department as a whole, I went into some of the things I wasn't expecting to need to do but am, and briefly wondered if I was being "too vulnerable" with them about how this was a learning process (as it were) for me. Then I mentioned that one of the things I wasn't expecting was going to be part of my job was "cheerleading" for the department, as the previous test managers I'd known who'd spent a lot of time going around promoting their departments were basically .... long pause while I came up with the perfect word ... "useless parasites." Which means now I think maybe that's now the perfect word they're going to use to describe me in their heads, or maybe "big faker" or "useless prat" or "I could be doing that job better." Anyway, we had four and a half hours of training, with 11 total speakers, and I thought the huge thing was a big success, unless of course now my employees all think I'm a moron.

Anyway, that killed my energy for going out and for once I had the option of choosing to go home instead of doing something else, so here I am hitting the LJ while my spaghetti digests. I've been to see another Ozu movie, "The Only Son," which was Ozu's first talkie and a nice break from the four or so silents I've seen. The plot is that a woman who sacrificed everything to send her son to school goes to visit her son in Tokyo, now that he's all graduated, and finds out that, basically, he's a total loser (he's gotten married and had a kid and not bothered to tell her, much less visit her or invite her to see him all this time), and she's squandered her life trying to help him make something out of himself. Oddly, the scene I liked the most was this tiny moment in her house in their small town when there were a couple of little chicks hopping on the stairs of what was for all intents and purposes a perfectly composed still life of a Japanese house, with a bit of feather fluff floating in the air. I wish I could have a poster of that scene; it was just beautiful. The movie was also interesting in terms of my realizing my total lack of understanding of Japanese culture; when the mom leaves the married couple money at the end, were they grateful, ashamed, or even mad at her for embarassing them? I just couldn't tell at all. Fun to puzzle over it, though. Oh yeah: and thanks to seeing all of these movies and not going to see plays, I've ended this month Not Broke (Much). I like that.

Oh. And at the end of the day of training? Every one of my little "we just do user acceptance testing" team said they wanted training in test automation. I was so proud my heart about burst. Bless their socks, we're taking this damned company into the 21st century together, just about 10 years later than it should have happened.
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Wow, my icon seems so appropriate. London is feeling VERY cold. Same old hovering near freezing crap as when I left but more painful. I'll write up my trip later; the next day or two will be very busy. I did get the photos loaded on FB last night - it was a good excuse to talk them through with J. But here's an example of what I was getting there: sun and ocean.Ocean, view from Fortaleza Sao Tiago, Funchal on Twitpic (There were also lots of flowers but they weren't so much in this picture.)

Also, for those of you who like ravens, Judie Gumm has some new jewelry designs featuring them - a necklace and earrings. I used to buy something from her every year at the Northwest Flower and Garden show, and she'll be there again this year. Me, I'd buy the snowdrops or poppy bouquet earrings if I was going to be there, but to have it shipped to the UK is just too much hassle.

Ozu movie tonight 6:30-ish, please join if interested.
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Quick update. What I need to be doing right now is finishing my Little Dog Laughed review. I'll call this my warm up.

Looks like I haven't been posting about "life" on here, so:

Friday: a day at work I've already forgotten about, followed by birthday drinks chez [livejournal.com profile] booklectic, where I got to see lots of my friends but was really struggling to stay awake.

Theme: not enough sleep lately.

Saturday: an Ozu themed day, with an afternoon lecture at the BFI about Tokyo Story (comparison of him to Chekov very good), then a viewing of Dragnet Girl, which I had a hard time not dozing off during. Then we slogged through the rain to Amy's house, where she served us chile and we watched State Fair. It was a good night but I felt beat.

Sunday: headed to Putney after lunch and then walked to Wimbledon Heath with [livejournal.com profile] wechsler. A good evening, really, and I managed to get to sleep at a decent hour.

Monday: at work, I spent most of my day with my peer from our government owned doppelganger. Part of this was listening to a presentation on "What Good Is," which started out with me arguing for half an hour with the speaker, who asserted the goal of testing is finding bugs. Seriously. He might as well say that the goal of medicine is to keep doctors employed. Later MyTwin and I talked about how screwed up the situation is at the companies we work for. Always good to have someone who really understands your situation, I say.

Monday night: went to see Little Dog Laughed, for which I got free tickets and for which I'm being paid to write a review ... you know, when I finish this journal entry. I started it on the train on the way back home - a girl's gotta take the time where she can find it.

This morning: joined BookMooch. Decided not to post any books (even though I have a basketful I want to give away next to the couch) because I don't feel like mailing them right now. FYI, I've been reading Steel Remains and enjoying it quite a lot. Man on elf smut in actual printed literature: what has the world come to? (The answer to which is "good things," of course.)

Work: two hours of coaching from the Silver Fox (not time too well spent but I got a good idea on teaching people how to "challenge," in this case take all the things they see that don't work right and try to get them to think how they might be fixed, or even improved a little, THEN work on getting them to do it); wrote up job descriptions (this is why I forget what I do, it was boring); then a two hour meeting I didn't really need to be at which forced me to listen to a colleague berate a supplier for not doing something three months ago that he no longer cared if the guy did or didn't do. I wanted to leave the room.

I was late getting out because I needed to set an OOF message as I am in training the next two days, and I was 5 minutes late for A Mother Should Be Loved at the BFI. I had a hard time not falling asleep again, so I was okay with the fact that the final reel was missing and we all got to leave after a mere 77 minutes. J and I used our extra time to get dinner at Chatkhara, which was good.

And now: writing!
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I have been moving slowly thanks to my injured coccyx. Work on Friday was mostly a six hour long meeting (that had it's half hour break become a two hour break thanks to us being so damned efficient); I was grateful to sit.

That evening [livejournal.com profile] wechsler brought curry over to my house and we then watched My Neighbor Totoro, which he had never seen. For that and because of the unending snow, I post this picture:

Today was some mighty mighty slacking followed by a trip to the BFI to watch an Ozu movie, "Where Now Are the Dreams of Youth." The BFI did a bad job of providing any sort of plot summary, so I'll say this: it's about a guy who went to school with three friends and then was suddenly promoted to company president after his father's death. He winds up hiring all of his friends to work at his company, then discovers that their friendship is inexorably altered because of their working relationship. A girl becomes a sticking point.

I enjoyed this movie far more than "I Flunked, But ..." though it had a scene of the boss beating one of his friends that I found downright harrowing. It really captured the horrible situation of being stuck in a job and terrified of losing it because of your financial responsibilities.

Once we got back to Tooting, we headed to Chez Blonds, where [livejournal.com profile] trishpiglet made us a lovely dinner. We spent the rest of the night talking shit and watching some TV, in this case the Gok Wan show and "The IT Crowd." Pithy commentary on Twitter. Anyway, it's after 1 now, so night, all.

Ozu update

Jan. 8th, 2010 07:09 pm
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I'm missing Tokyo Chorus and Walk Cheerfully tonight. I don't know if I would have had the energy to see both, but bah. I hate thinking I'm missing a movie that will never come back again, and Japanese silents are highly elusive. Apparently the last Ozu festival at the BFI was in '88 or something; I may have to wait rather a while for these two films to get revived. Or, hey, maybe the BFI will put them out as DVDs. It could happen.

At any rate, I've spent the time tonight going over the February Ozu festival schedule and have the rest of the shows and dates picked out.

3 Feb Wed 6:30: There was a Father
4 Feb Thu 6:20: Hen in the Wind
6 Feb Sat 3:20: Early Summer
7 Feb Sun 6:20: Brothers and Sisters of the Toda family
9 Feb Tue 6:10: Late Spring
12 Feb Fri 6:20: Munakata Sisters BAILED
20 Feb Sat 6:20: Equinox Flower BAILED
21 Feb Sun 3:20: Wutai Jiemei (actually this is a Chinese movie which I'm seeing to celebrate Chinese New Year but I thought I'd add it in)
22 Feb Mon 6:20: End of Summer
24 Feb Wed 6:00: Early Spring
27 Feb Sat 4:00: Green Tea Over Rice

That should keep me busy enough ...
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The BFI is having an Ozu film festival. It started yesterday but wisely I decided not to make any kind of strong plans for that day. Instead, I started the festival today with a silent movie double feature, "I Flunked, But ..." and "A Straightforward Boy," with piano accompaniment promised.

Well, this was really one for the Ozu collector, as "Boy" was missing part of the beginning and the end and generally seemed lacking in plot. A young boy is kidnapped and gets the better of his kidnappers, forcing them to buy him toys, attacking him with them, then setting his toy-hungry friends after them.

Next was "Flunked." This was supposed to be quite the comedy, but while I got a bit of a kick out of watching the five students do coordinated moves and realized there was a comedy moment in that the one guy who didn't pass was the only one who got a job, still, there was nearly a total lack of character development or other interest in this movie and I had a hard time not dozing off.

Still, I'm excited about the series as a whole, and am looking forward to my next trip back to the BFI to see more movies by this Japanese master. However, I may choose to see more talkies in general.
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Madness, madness. In no things moderation. Yep, that's me. This time it's movies, not theater. BFI's got an Ozu festival going on January and February and I'm going to do my best to see all the movies I've seen by him that I've not seen before (i.e. when they did the Ozu festival at the Northwest film festival, a score of reviews from me here). It's odd to think that I saw twelve and yet there are many, many more I've missed - nine movies in January alone, and I could see another two that I'm postponing until February instead. In addition, there are two Ozu lectures I want to attend - one a general one, the other a scene by scene breakdown of Toyko Story, billed as "his greatest movie," and certainly a goodie.

At any rate, here's the schedule I'm looking at for this January. Let me know if you want to come to one or more of them with me. I'll be buying tickets Tuesday.

1 Friday: 16:00 Le Jour se Leve (1939 - oops, this isn't by Ozu, it's a French Gangster flick but looks really good); 18:00 Days of Youth (1929) (both of these are just maybes, I won't be buying tickets for this until the day due to anticipated New Year's Eve exhaustion)
2 Saturday: 18:20 I Flunked, But & A Straightforward Boy (two short movies)
3 Sunday: 18:00 Les Diaboliques (1955, another French gangster flick, but still, at the BFI)
6 Wednesday: 18:15 Ozu, Emotion and Poetry: An Introduction (this is the lecture)
8 Friday: 18:30 Tokyo Chorus (1931); 20:45 Walk Cheerfully (1930)
9 Saturday: 16:10 Where Now Are the Dreams of Youth (1932); 20:30 Days of Youth (maybe - two movies might be too much given the previous night's schedule, and Days of Youth will also depend on whether or not I make it out on the 1st)
16 Saturday: 13:00 Tokyo Story masterclass (scene by scene breakdown); 16:00 Dragnet Girl (1933 - Ozu's gangster flick)
19 Tuesday: 18:30 A Mother Should Be Loved (1934)
27 Wednesday: 18:30 The Only Son (1936)
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So, lessee, it's been a short week for me, since I was out of town on Monday. Tuesday night I stayed out too late to see if the Royal Court's "Cock" was as good as everyone says; the next night I was off to Sadler's Wells with [livejournal.com profile] mabel_morgan to see Carlos Acosta (link is my review). My favorite part of the night was hanging out with her, really; she is such good company and has really clear insight into human nature.

Last night was "stay at home and catch up" night. I left work super early (5:10), came home, cleaned, and roasted a chicken. The house looks ... a wreck still, so I'll be doing Wash Rinse & Repeat before the cocktail party tonight. Meanwhile, J's show opens tonight at the King's Head, so anyone who likes Charles' Dickens, perhaps you should get down there and check it out. They did a nice recovery from having their ceiling collapse on Sunday.

My boss has been gone this week so it's been oddly quiet and productive at work. I want to write about it but it seems like I have hardly any time to be online anymore, especially since blogging is banned at work. (I can do it from my phone but it's really an effort.) I did get asked to present at the local QA conference, though it's only a book review - but still, I'm excited about it. All the way in March ... and it's on my calendar.

I've also got an idea about what I want to do about the Ozu festival at the BFI. If any of you like 1920s-1960s Japanese cinema, let me know, and maybe we can see about going together.
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My voice lesson was decidedly the high note of my evening. Stop me if you think that you've heard this pun before. Also ... )I talked to the woman that would be the hiring manager for the London office today and she wants me to send her my resume again. That'll give me a chance to polish it up before it goes out - apparently they lost all of their mail for a day so she never got it the first time. Things are looking good both for an interview while I'm there AND for maybe getting a more challenging job than Localization testing. Huzzah!
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I've gone through all of the varietals I bought at Whittard, and my tea cupboard is looking very thin. Margaret's Hope, where are you now? I suppose I could just go to The Perennial Tea Room and get some of their first and second flush Makaibari Estate Darjeelings, which, as I recall from last year (before they sold out!), were absolutely delicious. And the Kenya Marinyn is in stock again. MMmmmmm.

[livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy got Fancied Up and went to [livejournal.com profile] moonday last night, leaving somewhat after my bedtime as he is a Rock Star and doesn't need anywhere near what I'd consider a normal amount of sleep to be functional at work. He saw lots and lots of people that we know, including Max, who said very nice things about me. I tried to spend a little time practicing for my singing lesson after the movie was over - my lesson will be tonight at 7:30 and I've been a Bad Student and not practiced. This helps solidify the schedule for the rest of the week, though:
Tonight: hope I can go see the 8:30 Floating Weeds at the NW Film Forum (but only if I can move my lesson)
Wednesday: 7:20 Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar Wai's second film, from 1991) at the Varsity
Thursday: 7 PM An Inn in Tokyo, followed by (if I'm feeling strong) Early Spring (both NW Film Forum), then pack for ...
Fri-Sun: trip to Orcas, yay!
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Today has left me beat! Home at 7:30 after going like gangbusters since my laaaate wake-up time, I found myself eating two plates of spaghetti and then looking around the house for some fruit juice. The 4:30 Ozu silent I saw today was great, a genuinely funny film, and the folks who did the accompaniment were good enough that I've decided to go see "An Inn in Tokyo" on Thursday just because they're going to be doing that one, too. Then we ran right off to Pilates, and for some reason Echo decided it was Kick Their Asses day and did just that. Ugh! I mean, sure, it's great that my upper thighs and abdomen are achey right now, but, jeez Louise! And now it's bedtime. [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy's got the day off, but software folks don't get banker's holidays, so I'll be in at the normal time tomorrow ... and off to see another silent movie tomorrow, Male and Female, as part of the Silent Movie Mondays at the Paramount. As for the house ... well, I can always clean it when I'm dead.
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Made it to "That Night's Wife" (another Ozu silent) tonight with [livejournal.com profile] stolen_tea and [livejournal.com profile] varina8 in attendance. Afterward we talked about how the accompaniment we keep getting for these movies seems to eschew the form of silent movie accompaniment in favor of a "sound track" style form, which is inappropriate, we think, for them. Monday's Male and Female with Dennis James at the keyboard will likely be much better. I'll hit Sunday's silent, but I may be sticking to the talkies after this - not like I have much of a choice given that I'm leaving before the end of the festival.

I was too tired afterward to see the 9:15 film, but we decided to get a pint at the Comet along with [livejournal.com profile] stolen_tea. We broke out the Gloom game, which we decided was silly but a little lacking in game mechanics. A lot of time was spent discussing the "what-if"s of the move - when I might leave, if [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy might need to get roommates while he was trying to get a job together, how long it might take him to make it over - all stuff that was mostly irrelevant without knowing the results of tomorrow's conversation with the hiring manager, which will be along the lines of "might you actually consider me for this job anyway?" I'm worried because I sent her my resume two weeks ago and she didn't actually respond to my email, but I'll either email or call tomorrow and see if I can figure out if I might even be in the running for the job, and if so when she might be looking to have it filled.

I also found out today that with a travel agent discount I could do the Eurostar ( 1 passenger) to Paris for $40 each. That's peanuts! Of course the trick is that you can only use that deal once a year, though apparently I can get swinging deals on lots of different train destinations. The picture of Algarve made it look really nice, too, even though I don't know a thing about Portugal and 60° still seems a little on the cool side to me - not really swimming weather. Meanwhile I'm mooning about the fancy kayaking trips off of Vancouver Island - mostly focusing on the west coast (though I do like the idea of kayaking from a mother ship or - better yet - from B&B to B&B).The Nutchatlitz is the one that's really appealing to me right now, but there's no way this will happen unless I stay here all the way through July ... and we need to get the house worked on and I need to get that horrible periodontist thing attended to and there's a million other things going on between now and then. It'll be nice to get to Orcas Island in two weekends - maybe that will muffle the call of the ocean to a dull roar.


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