Month: March 2013
Back is done. New material is bought.
Postcard from Germany
This is from Astrid and I was thrilled to receive it because it’s the first postcard I’ve gotten with a quote on it. Astrid translates Kafka’s words as “ways arised because someone goes there” and then says, “I hope you understand, I cannot translate it correct.” I did a bit of googling and found that it’s most often translated in English as “Paths are made by walking.” Interesting, eh?
Ultimate Floor, Art Building.
Waiting for a table at Mother’s I watched this guy set up this shot and started grabbing for my camera too. He took more than one, but this was the only “hands-free” self portrait. Can you see the phone on the top of the sign? My friend laughed at his actions, but I’ve taken too many self-portraits to judge.
Cutting out. For real this time.
Three sentence movie reviews: Paper Heart
This is a quasi-documentary, in that it’s filmed in a documentary style, but you can’t believe anything you see presented as fact. However, that does not make it one whit less delightful as we travel the country with Charlyne Yi hearing people talk about love and watch her own views on love undergo a metamorphosis when one charming gentleman by the name of Michael Cera enters the picture. Overall, this is 88 minutes of delight (possibly propelled by the fact I love Michael Cera, but also due to the general whimsical nature of the movie) and I recommend it heartily.
Cost: free from library (yet another, “why not?” that turned out well)
Where watched: at home with Kelly, my “I’m on break, big salad and a movie” companion.
More sewing. And my sewing baskets.
I’ve made all the adjustments to the pattern based on measurements and ease and what have you. I’ve cut everything out in the muslin (well, half of it I cut out in an old sheet, because I didn’t have enough muslin) and sewn everything together. Matt wasn’t around to sew me in, but I tried on what I had and discovered that, holy cats, it wasn’t as if I measured anything at all. According to measurements I needed a 44/48/46 bust/waist/hips, but the whole torso is very tight, the waist is rather loose (although that might be in comparison to the bodice), and the hips seem a bit loose, though it’s hard to tell with the zipper seam not done.
The Whipping Man
I received a free ticket to this play (thanks Michael!) and am so glad I got to go. Though the first act had a leg amputation which caused me to nearly pass out/throw up* this play’s setting and themes (Jewish slave holder at the end of the Civil War, freedom, Passover) were intriguing. The plot twists were handy (That was me who gasped aloud when the big reveal near the end happened) and for a play that dealt with such serious topics, it was frequently funny. Gavin Gregory, Carter Hudson and Christopher Livingston were all tops in their roles as young slaveholder (Carter Hudson) and freed slaves (Gregory and Livingston). Also, the set was fabulous, and I wish my camera could do more with low-light settings.
*Really. I was deep breathing while trying to figure out where, exactly, would be the best place for me to puke. It took a good 10 minutes into the second act to regain equilibrium.