Opera, Racquetball, Film Series
I'm going to the opera! Eugene Onegin, Pushkin's baby. [The only thing I remember from Pushkin is that poem-allegory about the fisherman and his never-satisfied wife. There was a magical goldfish in it, too. Coincidentally, several of our classical Chinese texts have mentioned fish lately as well: Zhuangzi's "Fishes' Happiness" and Mengzi's "Fish is Something I Desire". Who doesn't love fish? Even frozen tuna in icy ruby chunks auctioned straight off the screaming tablesaws of a Japanese seafood market. Mmm... sushi... that is something I desire.]
What shall I wear to the opera? Since there are some trains to catch, taxis to ride, and a bolt of uncertainty in tomorrow's chronology, it can't be too fanciful. Still, I am deciding between a magnolia off-the-shoulder boatneck paired with a plum-copper full skirt or black and white 1920's-style Art Deco paneled silk dress. The companion will be one ex-boyfriend who has threatened to wear red and green pants. Let us pray the fine weather holds, if not the threads.
Have gotten myself into a situation where I shall be trying out racquetball for the first time next Thursday. Indie-rocker-guy promises no safety, so it might become a bit savage. Still, K is nice and seems able to hold onto a steady girlfriend, so there must be some heart in there. I'm more worried that my warrior-athlete side might jump out and scare everyone in the elegant glass box of a court, including this placid self.
Also snagged a long-awaited meeting with Professor R., who directs the Japanese Film Series. He was very supportive about my idea for a Chinese counterpart and gave some sound and good-humoured counsel. The ladies who look like they hardly ever leave their chairs in the affiliated office were less galvanised, but next time, hopefully I'll have a tight proposal and a sharp suit to match.
Off to get some chai or simply something sweet. The old appetite hasn't quite swung round again, but I'm feeling peckish, as Mr. Praline would say in the empty cheese shop.
What shall I wear to the opera? Since there are some trains to catch, taxis to ride, and a bolt of uncertainty in tomorrow's chronology, it can't be too fanciful. Still, I am deciding between a magnolia off-the-shoulder boatneck paired with a plum-copper full skirt or black and white 1920's-style Art Deco paneled silk dress. The companion will be one ex-boyfriend who has threatened to wear red and green pants. Let us pray the fine weather holds, if not the threads.
Have gotten myself into a situation where I shall be trying out racquetball for the first time next Thursday. Indie-rocker-guy promises no safety, so it might become a bit savage. Still, K is nice and seems able to hold onto a steady girlfriend, so there must be some heart in there. I'm more worried that my warrior-athlete side might jump out and scare everyone in the elegant glass box of a court, including this placid self.
Also snagged a long-awaited meeting with Professor R., who directs the Japanese Film Series. He was very supportive about my idea for a Chinese counterpart and gave some sound and good-humoured counsel. The ladies who look like they hardly ever leave their chairs in the affiliated office were less galvanised, but next time, hopefully I'll have a tight proposal and a sharp suit to match.
Off to get some chai or simply something sweet. The old appetite hasn't quite swung round again, but I'm feeling peckish, as Mr. Praline would say in the empty cheese shop.
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