February 21st, 2005

little review

Poem for Monday

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The nice thing about not going on vacation when scheduled is that with the calendar cleared, it's possible to sleep late and do spontaneous things. Today, for instance, we went down to the National Zoo to see the cheetah cubs, born in November and only on display to the public from 12-2 each day. We got there right at noon and waited in line for about half an hour, but it was chilly and the babies were apparently already tired and cold; they spent all of the time we were there climbing over and under their mother, who sat with her back to the crowd and occasionally cast a beleaguered expression over her shoulder. They are completely adorable, though we did not get to see them chasing one another and doing other active kitten things! (See the zoo's photo gallery for more adorable pictures.)

Since we were at the zoo, of course we also went to see various other animals: the giant pandas, who were being hilarious trying to lick honey out of milk crates; the reptiles, just because we love them; the lions, which were making an amazing racket (one male and one female had been placed in the same enclosure, presumably for mating purposes, but the male spent the whole day pacing, roaring and huffing quite loudly, so that he could be heard from quite a distance away); and we timed our visit to the small mammal house so that we could see the Asian otters being fed fresh fish, which makes them extremely hyper (they were behaving like kittens as well!)

As we left, it began to flurry, but none of the snow stuck. Still, we came straight home, made spaghetti and watched Horatio Hornblower: The Mutiny because I'm at about that point in Lieutenant Hornblower and was so very much in the mood for it. Then I also watched Highlander's "Timeless" because I just had to see Duncan in a dress in The Taming of the Shrew. My first episode without an onscreen Quickening! I think I was supposed to be paying more attention to the Methos love story, but it felt too Mary Sue-ish to me and I liked the temperamental pianist a lot better. Does she come back?

What a nice, quiet day it has been, email-wise. Not one single note calling me a sellout, a slanderer or a bad fan. Someone must have called off the dogs. I wrote my weekend Trek articles a bit belatedly tonight and spent so much time cropping the zoo pics that I wrote nothing else! I feel like a slacker. And I'm horrified about Hunter S. Thompson, without knowing details yet.

The snow that's supposed to hit New York, for which we cancelled our trip, is apparently going to stay north of DC; the accumulation for Armonk and Rockland county is supposed to be 4-7 inches overnight and another 1-3 in the morning, with a couple of inches sticking as far south as Delaware, but it's supposed to be 54 degrees and rainy here! Ah well, we are thinking haircuts and maybe a movie for President's Day, though if either one will require getting anywhere near shopping it might not be worth it. Tomorrow I'll post the pandas being adorable and other excitement but for tonight, big and little cats!


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Notes on 'The Letter of Marque' and 'The Thirteen Gun Salute'

Sequel to this post about my favorite moments from The Far Side of the World and The Reverse of the Medal, with the rest to be found filed under "O'Brian":

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"Stephen," said Jack, "We cannot beat back with this breeze and current...we must pick up the south-east trades as soon as possible, if we are to reach Pulo Prabang with the tail of the monsoon." "Never grieve, soul," said Stephen. "We shall go there at our leisure in the Surprise once that Buonaparte has been knocked on the head." <3