March 4th, 2005

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Poem for Friday

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Had a quiet day to make sure I recovered thoroughly from yesterday -- other than afternoon carpools, it was an easygoing Thursday, since apaulled did not have to be in early like he usually does so he got older son off to school without waking me (bus leaves from a nearby elementary school at 6:30 -- this is the disadvantage of a magnet program). I had to listen to an hour-long interview with Dominic Keating and Anthony Montgomery for TrekToday so I could transcribe parts of it, and it was great fun (article here but it's really worth downloading the mp3 at TheFandom.com and listening (I left out the cursing, and Keating's enthusiastic legend about how he got the part after he met Rick and Brannon in a gay bar, heh).

My son and I went early to Hebrew school to talk to the principal, who said that he could let my son stay with the Judaic Studies teacher he has now if he switches to the Tuesday class, but he wanted to warn us that that class has a number of kids with serious behavior problems. He actually thought my son might be a good influence -- he's an excellent Hebrew student -- but he was worried that it wouldn't be at the level of the class he's in now. My son did not care, as he wants to keep the teacher very badly, and since there are only six more Sundays in the Hebrew school year that aren't field trips or group center days and Judaic Studies is only one hour, he figured it would not be that disruptive. So my son can do the math team, and we are all happy.

Tonight I watched the second episode of Highlander and now I have to ask: do most immortals not know their real parents? Is this an ongoing theme? How very hero archetype and what interesting possibilities that raises. We also watched the season one finale because my husband wanted to see Roger Daltrey on the show. I am slowly converting all the men in my house to Highlander love -- go me!


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Hey, I need a big favor from a Canadian. My friend Therese Shechter directed a movie called I Was A Teenage Feminist, which features some of our mutual friends from Chicago, which is going to be on the W Network in Canada next Tuesday, March 8th, at 8 p.m. for International Women's Day. Is there anyone who can videotape or better yet TiVo and burn it for me, by any chance? Will pay postage or trade whatever I can get down here that you can't get up there! (You can find out more about the documentary at Trixie Films.)

Am going to crash early so I do not experience the repeat of the migraine tomorrow -- haven't checked flist, hope I haven't missed anything important. I am trying so hard to avoid wank!
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Notes on 'The Yellow Admiral'

Sequel to this post about my favorite moments from The Commodore, with the rest to be found filed under "O'Brian":

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"Jack led him across the darkened deck, absurdly hand in hand, helped him into the cutter, and leaning down grasped Stephen's shoulder with an iron grip by way of farewell...called 'Row dry, there,' and watched the cutter pull away towards the still-winking light. When at last it went out, he turned from the rail, gave the orders that would carry Bellona to her anchorage, and went below, deeply sad. He had seen Stephen off like this many and many a time, but his grief and anxiety never grew less." <3