So let's see -- stuff from Seattle.
1. My sister and I got mistaken for twins at REI the other day. First time that's happened in years
1a. And then Mom mistook me for her.
1b. And then one of Dad's friends mistook me for her, although to be fair, she hasn't seen either of us in years.
2. We ate at the Continental in the U District, which is a little Greek cafe that my parents have been going to for decades. Dmitri, the owner, taught me a little more Greek -- now I can say "please/you're welcome," "thank you," "hello/hi/goodbye," and "how are you?" Good start, right?
Also the Continental has amazing food. Win. And they gave us complimentary Greek custard, after we had already eaten their baklava.
3. So after getting that 3G USB modem and excitedly surfing the 'Net from the car and the train . . . we realized that we have a 5 gigs/30 days bandwidth limit. And that I had used two gigs by looking up icon material on Photobucket on the train. Ooops. Thus, we are still taking advantage of free wireless when possible.
4. Apparently the new Norbert Leo Butz musical premiering here, Catch Me If You Can
, is awesome -- although its opening was delayed by a week because NLB's sister was fatally stabbed. Ouch. They're holding a benefit performance in her memory.
5. Literary consumption!
5a. At somebody's recommendation -- bookelfe
's? -- I picked up A Midsummer Tempest
, by Poul Anderson, before leaving Anchorage. I finished it last night.
It's . . . a very weird novel. The premise is kind of fun, and I have to admit that I am very impressed that Anderson wrote almost every scrap of dialogue in iambic pentameter. The dialogue alone, in general, made the book worth it. But . . . very weird book. (Jennifer deserves a hell of a lot better than Rupert, I'm sorry. And what the hell was up with Will Fairweather's phonetic accent?)
5b. So then I went from A Midsummer Tempest
to another modern version of the past: The Lady's Not For Burning
, by Christopher Fry. Anyone who knows about my deep and abiding love for Pamela Dean's Tam Lin
should be nodding their heads now; The Lady's Not For Burning
plays a small but important role in that book. I'm not quite done, but I'm liking it! It's pretty hilarious. It's kind of a jolt from A Midsummer Tempest
, though, because Fry's dialogue doesn't appear to be in iambic pentameter most of the time, and is not quite such a good pastiche of classical dialogue. Which is not a bad thing! It's just very different.