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Of birds and Latinists.
Sep. 28th, 2003 12:45 amWent to see "Winged Migration" today with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leech and grimhild. Invited girlwithjournal and the housemates too, but they were already headed off to see "Lost in Translation."
I'd thought the film was at 1, but in fact it was at 1:50, so we had masses of time to kill. We wandered around the Metreon for a while, I was sad to see that they actually don't have any copies of "In the Night Kitchen" in the area up top that's based on the book, but I'm still overjoyed at the Maurice Sendak-ness of the place. There are some books (and authors/illustrators) from my childhood that I couldn't live without. M.S. is one of them. William Steig's another, probably, but not to the same extent as M.S. And I'm going to read some Natalie Babbit tonenar in the near future. Maybe tomorrow after "Alias," if I remember to bring Kneeknock Rise with me.
The Metreon's also got really cool random things, like a floor panel with moving images that react to your shadow in a very intelligent way. It also had a display of a flat-screen TV that was, in order to demonstrate the TV's capabilities, showing a silent PBS program on bugs. We saw a dragonfly emerging from its... larval?... state and becoming a fully fledged dragonfly. We saw neat, neat fishes and little river insects like water-skeeters. We saw a toad eat a newt. We agreed that we couldn't care less about the TV, but all of us would be quite happy to purchase the video. At one point,leech recognized Yokohama.
We ended up eating at a Japanese restaurant in the Metreon; it's actually really good, and no more expensive than most other sushi restaurants around. I had sashimi, and it included the fattiest salmon I have ever had. Talk about a flavor explosion.
The film itself was... what can I say? It certainly inspired me to make little gasping noises of awe with relative frequency, and it was just so interesting, too. The beauty of the scenery and the incredibleness of the footage and the soundtrack and everything else combined to make it an utterly fantastic experience. I'm going to see it again, with my parents, without question. If I thought I ever had the hope of owning a large-screen TV, I would buy the DVD when it came out. But I'm not sure there would be any point to watching it on a small screen. It'd be pretty, but possibly not awesome.
When we got back, I faffed around for a bit and finished reading a comic book I'd bought today at the Metreon; it's called "The Tale of One Bad Rad," and as might be guessed from the name, and certainly can be guessed from the lettering-style of the cover, it has many connections to Beatrix Potter. Then I went to the Latin dinner.
I had lots of fun, seeing Nancy, first of all, but also there was a first year undergrad there who it turns out is in two classes withnenar (but they don't know each other. Yet.), and someone else I'd known years ago and had completely failed to realize was in the area in the first place, but also whom I didn't realize did spoken Latin. He's a teacher at Harker. Gaius was there too, as was Tim; Kurt was supposed to show but didn't. Typical, really. It's pleasing to know that I can understand an awful lot of Latin, even if I have a bloody difficult time saying anything at all. It tries to come out as French or German or some odd combination of the two. "Danke" is the foremost word in my brain for "thank you," evidently, and random French things like "d'accord" and "parce que" also are making their bid to be the first phrase to pop up in times of need.
Nancy had brought a Latin translation of.... Struwwelpeter. Well, two poems from it. Talk about coincidence. She also brought a book of jokes in Latin from the 17th century. Very strange.
Driving back home, I realized that I was going to pass... hey,girlwithjournal, nenar, and dizzyditz, does your house have a name? If not, it needs one, stat, because typing your names into LJ (or saying them all, for that matter), is too cumbersome. Think of a snappy house name, now. Anyway, I was passing by said house, so I stopped to visit. And gave nenar some hopefully helpful advice about her essay. And stayed for a good few hours being random and vaguely silly. Not as silly as I was being earlier in the day, possibly. This is tiredness catching up with me. It says hello. I say hello back, and maybe it'll actually listen to me now when I say it needs to help me sleep more than six or seven hours a night.
P5 rehearsal tomorrow. Then I'm going to the house that may or may not have a name (believe it or not, that's a little bit shorter than the other) to watch "Alias." If I'm feeling nice and productive, I might bring some focaccia. Don't count on it, you lot, I don't know what my schedule's going to be like. Really, it depends on when I wake up.
leech and grimhild. Invited girlwithjournal and the housemates too, but they were already headed off to see "Lost in Translation."I'd thought the film was at 1, but in fact it was at 1:50, so we had masses of time to kill. We wandered around the Metreon for a while, I was sad to see that they actually don't have any copies of "In the Night Kitchen" in the area up top that's based on the book, but I'm still overjoyed at the Maurice Sendak-ness of the place. There are some books (and authors/illustrators) from my childhood that I couldn't live without. M.S. is one of them. William Steig's another, probably, but not to the same extent as M.S. And I'm going to read some Natalie Babbit to
nenar in the near future. Maybe tomorrow after "Alias," if I remember to bring Kneeknock Rise with me.The Metreon's also got really cool random things, like a floor panel with moving images that react to your shadow in a very intelligent way. It also had a display of a flat-screen TV that was, in order to demonstrate the TV's capabilities, showing a silent PBS program on bugs. We saw a dragonfly emerging from its... larval?... state and becoming a fully fledged dragonfly. We saw neat, neat fishes and little river insects like water-skeeters. We saw a toad eat a newt. We agreed that we couldn't care less about the TV, but all of us would be quite happy to purchase the video. At one point,
leech recognized Yokohama.We ended up eating at a Japanese restaurant in the Metreon; it's actually really good, and no more expensive than most other sushi restaurants around. I had sashimi, and it included the fattiest salmon I have ever had. Talk about a flavor explosion.
The film itself was... what can I say? It certainly inspired me to make little gasping noises of awe with relative frequency, and it was just so interesting, too. The beauty of the scenery and the incredibleness of the footage and the soundtrack and everything else combined to make it an utterly fantastic experience. I'm going to see it again, with my parents, without question. If I thought I ever had the hope of owning a large-screen TV, I would buy the DVD when it came out. But I'm not sure there would be any point to watching it on a small screen. It'd be pretty, but possibly not awesome.
When we got back, I faffed around for a bit and finished reading a comic book I'd bought today at the Metreon; it's called "The Tale of One Bad Rad," and as might be guessed from the name, and certainly can be guessed from the lettering-style of the cover, it has many connections to Beatrix Potter. Then I went to the Latin dinner.
I had lots of fun, seeing Nancy, first of all, but also there was a first year undergrad there who it turns out is in two classes with
nenar (but they don't know each other. Yet.), and someone else I'd known years ago and had completely failed to realize was in the area in the first place, but also whom I didn't realize did spoken Latin. He's a teacher at Harker. Gaius was there too, as was Tim; Kurt was supposed to show but didn't. Typical, really. It's pleasing to know that I can understand an awful lot of Latin, even if I have a bloody difficult time saying anything at all. It tries to come out as French or German or some odd combination of the two. "Danke" is the foremost word in my brain for "thank you," evidently, and random French things like "d'accord" and "parce que" also are making their bid to be the first phrase to pop up in times of need.Nancy had brought a Latin translation of.... Struwwelpeter. Well, two poems from it. Talk about coincidence. She also brought a book of jokes in Latin from the 17th century. Very strange.
Driving back home, I realized that I was going to pass... hey,
girlwithjournal, nenar, and dizzyditz, does your house have a name? If not, it needs one, stat, because typing your names into LJ (or saying them all, for that matter), is too cumbersome. Think of a snappy house name, now. Anyway, I was passing by said house, so I stopped to visit. And gave nenar some hopefully helpful advice about her essay. And stayed for a good few hours being random and vaguely silly. Not as silly as I was being earlier in the day, possibly. This is tiredness catching up with me. It says hello. I say hello back, and maybe it'll actually listen to me now when I say it needs to help me sleep more than six or seven hours a night.P5 rehearsal tomorrow. Then I'm going to the house that may or may not have a name (believe it or not, that's a little bit shorter than the other) to watch "Alias." If I'm feeling nice and productive, I might bring some focaccia. Don't count on it, you lot, I don't know what my schedule's going to be like. Really, it depends on when I wake up.
