1. I want particle physics knitwear.
2. I do not want to see The Imitation Game (2014) if these reviews are accurate. Historical infidelities aside, it really isn't helping that my mental casting for Turing now is Russell Tovey, so every time I see a picture of Cumberbatch, there's just an extra automatic nope.
3. In 2012, I wanted to see more of Sheila Vand. Apparently she is now starring in an Iranian vampire film. So I'd watch that.
4. I don't think I am capable of re-reading David Eddings' Belgariad (1982–1984) and Mallorean (1987–1991), because everything I can remember about those books suggests that Eddings' guiding principle was worldbuilding through ethnic stereotypes, but I encountered them in late elementary/middle school and every now and then—as last night, when it suddenly crashed into my head how much about the terrible worldbuilding I remember—I think about re-reading to see if the weirder parts hold up, before I think better of it. I have fond memories of Beldin and Vella. I should probably leave them that way.
5. Giulio Aristide Sartorio. I'd never heard of him. That siren. That blog, by the way, is a timesink.
A curious side effect of seeing Theatre@First's devastatingly beautiful production of Euripides' The Trojan Women with my mother on Friday night: I saw it with a grandmother. My niece was born eleven months ago. We were sitting at J.P. Licks afterward when my mother commented thoughtfully that she could not see herself handing over her grandchild to be killed, thrown down from the walls of her city, even if it was the end of the world and all her children were dead and there was nothing left: she would have held Charlotte tight to her breast and told her not to be afraid and leaped down from the walls herself. And I believed her.
2. I do not want to see The Imitation Game (2014) if these reviews are accurate. Historical infidelities aside, it really isn't helping that my mental casting for Turing now is Russell Tovey, so every time I see a picture of Cumberbatch, there's just an extra automatic nope.
3. In 2012, I wanted to see more of Sheila Vand. Apparently she is now starring in an Iranian vampire film. So I'd watch that.
4. I don't think I am capable of re-reading David Eddings' Belgariad (1982–1984) and Mallorean (1987–1991), because everything I can remember about those books suggests that Eddings' guiding principle was worldbuilding through ethnic stereotypes, but I encountered them in late elementary/middle school and every now and then—as last night, when it suddenly crashed into my head how much about the terrible worldbuilding I remember—I think about re-reading to see if the weirder parts hold up, before I think better of it. I have fond memories of Beldin and Vella. I should probably leave them that way.
5. Giulio Aristide Sartorio. I'd never heard of him. That siren. That blog, by the way, is a timesink.
A curious side effect of seeing Theatre@First's devastatingly beautiful production of Euripides' The Trojan Women with my mother on Friday night: I saw it with a grandmother. My niece was born eleven months ago. We were sitting at J.P. Licks afterward when my mother commented thoughtfully that she could not see herself handing over her grandchild to be killed, thrown down from the walls of her city, even if it was the end of the world and all her children were dead and there was nothing left: she would have held Charlotte tight to her breast and told her not to be afraid and leaped down from the walls herself. And I believed her.
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