( Montefollonico )
( Toscano )
( Venezia )
( Firenze )
( Roma )
There's more I'd like to record about the trip, and so much more I'd like to say, about adventures in communication and about people we met and about trying to read Calvino's Invisible Cities in the original in Venice and about cultural subtleties and culture clash in unexpected places and all kinds of things. But this is the gist of the trip, anyway, and more than I thought I'd manage to post, so I'm content. So much happened that only the people we traveled with could really appreciate, so much comes down to "it was hilarious at the time, but I guess you had to be there"; and it's always interesting how articulating an experience, the act of describing it and the description itself, can change the quality of the memory of it, fixing it in words that maybe can never be exactly the right words and inevitably color it with all the other associations those words conjure; there's a cool passage about that in the Calvino book, which I'll have to find and post as a quotation. Photographs can facilitate memory or overlay it, take the place of it; telling a story can change the story. So I don't grieve what I left unrecorded in pictures (well, except for some cool shots I could have taken from the gondola if my film hadn't run out) or what I leave unrecorded in words; some of it might stay safer and truer that way, and all of it will no doubt, over time, leach into fiction, which, since I'm not a very good travel writer or memoirist or blogger, is where it's best used anyway. :)
I tried it again hoping to tempt it into recognizing Pikachu in the full picture (taken by Scott Janssens at ConJose; it's Erin Cashier Denton's Pickachu knapsack I'm holding), but it just wouldn't.
Needless to say, I'm most amused by the Malcolm McDowell resemblance, and most tickled by the Linda Hamilton resemblance, since I've wanted to be her Terminator 2 character for some time.
Toby: I read the Constitution. I think I found a typo.
CJ: In the Constitution?
CJ: Did you call the publisher?
Toby: I think it's a typo in the original.
CJ: Seems unlikely.
Toby: I read two versions--because I have time--and there's an inconsistent comma.
Toby: So I looked at every English-language publication that exists. Half of 'em have the comma, half of 'em don't.
Toby: Yeah. So I called the National Archives and had some woman look at the original. She said she wasn't sure if it was a comma or a smudge.
CJ: There's a smudge?
Toby: Yeah. A smudge. Of law.
CJ: Does it change the...?
Toby: It changes the meaning of the Takings Clause.
CJ: Seriously? I'm sure it doesn't.
Toby: I called Tom Merrill. He thinks it does.
CJ: Really? Should we--do something?
Toby: I'm gonna write it up. I have a window in the calendar.
( some action alerts )
NOW is also campaigning to save the TV show Commander in Chief. Ironic or interesting or pointless bit of data: My male SO is the fan of the show in this household; I've been ready to bail on it for a couple of episodes now. It's as idealized as The West Wing without being as realistic or sophisticated. Every episode I find myself bored and frustrated, mainly because of bad writing (an overload of "as you know, Bob"s and other terrible dialogue, some intended to baby along an amnesiac or slow-on-the-uptake audience and some just plain bad) and belabored structuring (attempts to build tension by showing the opposition scheming, when it's all just so bloody obvious). It was a nice idea and explored some interesting issues, but I can't get behind a campaign to save it. I am sorry to see Commander in Chief and The West Wing leave the airwaves and fiberoptic cables at around the same time, though, especially this particular time, and for similar reasons I'm glad for ER's current Darfur storyline, and I chuckle and grin at the success of The Da Vinci Code despite all its irritating narrative tics.
In last night's episode of Commander-in-Chief, which we watched tonight on tape because last night we were at Studio 54 watching Gabriel Byrne in Eugene O'Neill's A Touch of the Poet, there was a scene in which the President's son is berated by a high-school administrator for plagiarizing an essay. On the blackboard behind her, Edgar Allan Poe's name was misspelled.
Just thought someone ought to mention it.
If you leave an old (double-bagged) bag of Driveway Heat ice melter in your front hallway and the weather is so hot that even ordinarily cool, protected parts of the house heat up, the ice melter...melts. Into a puddle. A really mystifying recurrent puddle that comes back a few hours after every cleanup until you go Oh my god, that's where this stuff is coming from.
The original 1939 Four Feathers is now available on DVD.
There is a toy mouse in my house that I did not buy and have never seen before. A type of toy mouse, in fact, that I have never before seen in any pet store or online catalogue. My cats found it somewhere and left it on the threshold of the stairway door for me. I am impressed.
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Gakked from cardigirl.
On the third hand, the How Sinful Are You? thingie told me "You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek."
Cool. There are worse ways to go.
(I watched the end of "The Corbomite Maneuver" yesterday on DVD because I wanted to get to the credits [to prove once and for bleeding all that "Jefferies tube" is not spelled "Jeffries tube," because the guy it was named for was named JEFFERIES] [and this wasn't even fandom neep; it keeps coming up in copyedits], and 38-year-old Shatner was hot. )
Dan Persons has some more interviews up at IFC.com:
Bob Balaban on his role in Mamet's Romance
The directors of the mockumentary Mail-Order Wife