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supermouseIt's been a while since I last updated. I spent the last however long (since my last entry) more or less in bed with my head between two pillows, surfacing only briefly to eat, take drugs, read linkspam and occasionally shop.
I started to recover and went down to London to visit ccooke and ruthi, which turned out to be one of the best visits yet, even though I didn't stay long enough for a cream puff run to happen. We went to see Waiting for Godot at the Haymarket, an historical building with probably zero disabled access, given all the narrow corridors and stairs and crowded rooms. The set of the play was fantastic, I really liked it. It wasn't at all how I imagined it when I read the play as a kid, but it was.
I got to know the play when stuck in the house for a while and having read everything I owned to death. My mum, bless her, made no distinction between books for children and books for adults, so by the age of twelve, I had read George Orwell's Animal Farm and 1984, Gulliver's Travels unexpurgated (there are *four* islands that Gulliver lands on, did you know? Liliputia is only one of them. Brobdingnagia is the second and I forget the names of the last pair, but the yahoos were scary) and, of course, Samuel Becket's play, which I picked up out of boredom and ended up sitting in place reading until it was finished. It wasn't that the play is stirring, it isn't. It was just that each line led me on to the next, in an effortless journey through the days of waiting.
The version at the Haymarket has had line changes, I am pretty sure of it, so I feel a need now to read the play again and see how different it is, now that my eyes and brain are not twelve, but thirty-four.
I ate at Yo Sushi for the first time and loved it. Raw squid in kimchee doesn't at first sound like a must-have dish, but it was absolutely delicious. I like the way you eat as much or as little as you want, without the hurry-up-and-wait of table service, although that said, I did order a plate of soft-shelled crab. Which was also delicious and I wouldn't have previously thought I'd enjoy crab with all the shell and legs still on either. The pumpkin croquettes, alas, had a salty-sour sauce which somehow mingled with the sweetness of the pumpkin to make an exact flavour of egg mayonnaise, despite neither of the two halves tasting remotely like egg or mayonnaise when apart. I found out that, even though I love fried edamame, I hate it when steamed.
I played Dwarf Fortress again and am now hooked. Having ccooke sit beside me and comment on each aspect of building as I did it, broke the bewildering array of commands and choices into a more orderly procession of obvious moves. My next move on the new game at home is to build an army, which he's also explained well enough that I am confident I can do it.
It's the Solstice this weekend. There will be Pagan doings afoot, although I am not in good enough shape to have made it down to Cambridgeshire for a blot.
I started to recover and went down to London to visit ccooke and ruthi, which turned out to be one of the best visits yet, even though I didn't stay long enough for a cream puff run to happen. We went to see Waiting for Godot at the Haymarket, an historical building with probably zero disabled access, given all the narrow corridors and stairs and crowded rooms. The set of the play was fantastic, I really liked it. It wasn't at all how I imagined it when I read the play as a kid, but it was.
I got to know the play when stuck in the house for a while and having read everything I owned to death. My mum, bless her, made no distinction between books for children and books for adults, so by the age of twelve, I had read George Orwell's Animal Farm and 1984, Gulliver's Travels unexpurgated (there are *four* islands that Gulliver lands on, did you know? Liliputia is only one of them. Brobdingnagia is the second and I forget the names of the last pair, but the yahoos were scary) and, of course, Samuel Becket's play, which I picked up out of boredom and ended up sitting in place reading until it was finished. It wasn't that the play is stirring, it isn't. It was just that each line led me on to the next, in an effortless journey through the days of waiting.
The version at the Haymarket has had line changes, I am pretty sure of it, so I feel a need now to read the play again and see how different it is, now that my eyes and brain are not twelve, but thirty-four.
I ate at Yo Sushi for the first time and loved it. Raw squid in kimchee doesn't at first sound like a must-have dish, but it was absolutely delicious. I like the way you eat as much or as little as you want, without the hurry-up-and-wait of table service, although that said, I did order a plate of soft-shelled crab. Which was also delicious and I wouldn't have previously thought I'd enjoy crab with all the shell and legs still on either. The pumpkin croquettes, alas, had a salty-sour sauce which somehow mingled with the sweetness of the pumpkin to make an exact flavour of egg mayonnaise, despite neither of the two halves tasting remotely like egg or mayonnaise when apart. I found out that, even though I love fried edamame, I hate it when steamed.
I played Dwarf Fortress again and am now hooked. Having ccooke sit beside me and comment on each aspect of building as I did it, broke the bewildering array of commands and choices into a more orderly procession of obvious moves. My next move on the new game at home is to build an army, which he's also explained well enough that I am confident I can do it.
It's the Solstice this weekend. There will be Pagan doings afoot, although I am not in good enough shape to have made it down to Cambridgeshire for a blot.
