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Ashes of Roses
Feb. 25th, 2010 03:58 pmAda Lovelace Day is coming up on March 24th, a day to blog about a woman working in science or technology. Get your science on, folks!
I also had Ethiopian food for the first time in YEARS on Monday night. My plate looked like this one here. Oh, how I’d missed tart injera bread wrapped around ultra-spicy lamb. Now…I want to have it again! But the place that serves it only does so on Monday night, when another restaurant is closed.
And I saw the film Bright Star on Tuesday. Though the movie was set during the Regency period, it made me think more of the Victorian era – the sentimentality, the symbolism, the fabrics. With its delicate petals of eroticism, it could have been shown in the Victorian era to a Victorian audience, just barely - they would have found it utterly scandalous, but they would have loved all the drama and mourning and costumes. Appropriately, I drove home afterwards through a late-summer, ashes-of-roses sunset.
Things making me cranky:
- Painful torn callous on my foot, curtailing my visit to Te Papa tonight, so I haven’t yet seen the fossil exhibit. These fossils NEVER get shown, which I think is a scandal, so I was deeply looking forwards to this. But I don’t want to limp through Te Papa’s glossy expanses of floors. There’s still some time, but not in the next week.
- Painful torn callous part 2 – this may also curtail my starting a swing dance class next week.
- Being in the middle of a garden update project. It’s fun to choose plants with names like “About Last Night” and “Sappho”. The cranky-making part is anticipating getting up on a ladder, repeatedly, to repair a wall; deferring some other things so I can afford more plants than I had anticipated; and fretting that the plants might not do so well.
- People on a committee I'm on for a conference being flaky.
May get some cheese to go with my whine later.
I also had Ethiopian food for the first time in YEARS on Monday night. My plate looked like this one here. Oh, how I’d missed tart injera bread wrapped around ultra-spicy lamb. Now…I want to have it again! But the place that serves it only does so on Monday night, when another restaurant is closed.
And I saw the film Bright Star on Tuesday. Though the movie was set during the Regency period, it made me think more of the Victorian era – the sentimentality, the symbolism, the fabrics. With its delicate petals of eroticism, it could have been shown in the Victorian era to a Victorian audience, just barely - they would have found it utterly scandalous, but they would have loved all the drama and mourning and costumes. Appropriately, I drove home afterwards through a late-summer, ashes-of-roses sunset.
Things making me cranky:
- Painful torn callous on my foot, curtailing my visit to Te Papa tonight, so I haven’t yet seen the fossil exhibit. These fossils NEVER get shown, which I think is a scandal, so I was deeply looking forwards to this. But I don’t want to limp through Te Papa’s glossy expanses of floors. There’s still some time, but not in the next week.
- Painful torn callous part 2 – this may also curtail my starting a swing dance class next week.
- Being in the middle of a garden update project. It’s fun to choose plants with names like “About Last Night” and “Sappho”. The cranky-making part is anticipating getting up on a ladder, repeatedly, to repair a wall; deferring some other things so I can afford more plants than I had anticipated; and fretting that the plants might not do so well.
- People on a committee I'm on for a conference being flaky.
May get some cheese to go with my whine later.
