Tomorrow Has Been Cancelled Due To Lack Of Interest

This has been nice quiet weekend, to settle down after last weekend's birthday fun. Friday night I watched both volumes of Kill Bill with Jacob, though I can't say I'm really a fan of it. Clockwork Orange is horrendously violent but for the purpose of posing an interesting moral question; Tarantino just seems to want to see how stylized and surreal he can make gore. There are some very beautifully shot sequences, sure, but it seemed kind of empty to me. The Bride's need for vengeance is never questioned outright, except maybe for a certain amount of ambiguity in her actions: she puts off killing someone until their child is not in the room. Anyway, corpses shouldn't mist blood 10 feet into the air. It's nasty.

Yesterday there was a rehearsal for the performance of Faure's Requiem in February (augh! So soon!). I wasn't sure if I liked it at first, but it's actually a fantastic score so I've really come around to it. This applies particularly to the part where we get to sing "dies illa, dies irae, calamitatus et miseriae" with utmost jauntiness. That day shall be a day of wrath, a day of ire, of calamity and misery, hooray!

It occurs to me I haven't actually said what we did for the afore-mentioned birthday: Katherine and Emily took me to the Mud Oven on Bank Street, where we painted various pottery items. I did a paisley-patterned soap dispenser, because our old one was plastic and exceptionally ugly. It has turned out very well, methinks. Then we went out to Pier 21 with Janet and Wulfric, Kelly and Kyle, and Katherine. Emily stayed home because she was feeling poorly -- she seems better now, but had a nasty cold/fever thing last week.

Without further ado, here are a few photos:

This was truly a spectacular birthday cake.

Katherine and Wulfric are what make public transit classy.

Kelly and Kyle: equally classy.

The Gals: me, Katherine, Kelly, and Janet.

Janet and Wulfric.

To the victor go the spoils!