Sunday, September 17
first -- almodovar's women on the verge of a nervous breakdown (the title is actually better in english.) the translation may be loose but the movie is, as i leaned over and told ang, ridiculous in its awesomeness. most acutely so in the cinematic giddiness of the opening 20 minutes, but almost equally the beautifully-pitched farce that makes up the tonally-distinct main body of the film. viva pedro indeed - i'm psyched for the rest of this series though i don't get why they're out of order. and the previews were almost as exciting: volver, renaissance, gondry, zhang yimou. (it's fall alright.)
then -- the franklin fountain, and the parisian flip i've been craving for a good week now (as i flip for paris: coincidence?), happily achieved, if not in precisely the ideal moment. alongside that a tripled-spooned double-scoop of coconut and licorice (again! gray, like k8's pants), and a half-game of scrabble, somewhat the faheyan free-associative "gypsy" variety, with a point of clarification from the vietnamese woman sitting nearby. also some readings from brother i-sven's psychic soviet.
and then the satisfaction of my second recent restaurantal hankering, early dinner at rangoon (whoa, the newly redesigned menu-cum-cultural-primer looks so much better than that website.) that one was even more fulfilling. and we left full-feeling, but, i think, just at that perfect level; the delicate threshold another bite would dash; food nirvana. (jungle tofu and 1000-layer bread deliver as always, but this time i think the clustery and intensively flavored tea leaf salad took the cake. gotta love a salad you can eat with a spoon.) here's the deal w/ pulses, btw. (no wiki on vatana, eek!)
the fellowship on this whole deal was, i sorta mentioned, tara and kate. (also angela and here-and-back-again guen just for the first part.) we cotton well, the loopy literarity is sprightly but felt, that inimitable tarasitan insistent connectivitization goes (even) better with a common counterpoint on this side of the wide-eyed divide. and hey that's three days to make our weekend.
the afooorementioned drinks were at last night's cabaret: redeeming three drink tickets finally exhausting the bounty of my various, more and less useful, volunteery activities, which i'd been reaping readily since the 1st. all told, as i was impressed to calculate, it made for seventeen philly fringe/live arts performances attended, only five of which i paid in money for. (and nine of them this long weekend alone.) lovely stuff, many memorable shows and just generally a fun project; i'll have more to report shortly, and perhaps i'll eventually figure out my favorite(s).
for now's purposes - the culmination of it all was the goofy concert/(very much felt like an "an evening with...") of king britt 'n' dj spooky, at the "rotunda cathedral" (uh since when?) and then the same pair on the decks at the cabaret post- megaparty. my opinion of neither is particularly improved, but in both settings i preferred britt - first his strangely engaging ambient next-to-nothing-out (the psychedelic speckles on the rotunda ceiling certainly helped), then his, at least, uninterruptedly rhythmic, if utilitarian, house and remixcore offerings at the cab, a relief after borderline jerkabout inscrutability from that wacky "subliminal kid" spooky ("satisfaction" remix wha?) better anyway after the second and third of those drink tickets, and especially after tara brought me a tuft of phlox to adorn my specs, but besides the point was company and that was all nice - finally got to fringe with lizo too. the dancing... was not nearly as good as two sundays ago, but whatevs. i was out til past 4, then up til 6 chatting with gabe. [minor bad part: was forcibly made to relinquish a bit of money on spring garden, maybe-ironically on the way back from walking ang home.]
what did i want to say anyway? things are good. the fest was the best and i'm happy too that it's over and i can get back into the rest. like reading tolstoy (got some catching up to do in the next two days if'n i'm to stay on track), feeding myself (getting into the swing on this one - nova/neufchatel/scallion omelets of late, and sandwiches; enhanced menu planning coming soon), bloglogloglin' (snerf), and, most of most, working on being a deejay yay! i guess i'll get to that some other time soon too. guess i'll watch nausicaä with gabe now. he's studying russian and just yawned.
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