Archive for July, 2006
I got up at 5:40 this morning. It was worth it, but… definitely entirely too early for a Saturday. Last summer, I volunteered one Saturday morning to work the information/fundraising booth at our local farmers’ market. Well, apparently this gets you on a list cause they called me this past week and asked if I could fill in for someone today. I couldn’t say no. I reallly love the farmer’s market, and I want to do what I can to support local farmers.
It’s always good for people watching, and dog watching. It’s also good for seeing lots of people who know me, but whose names I can’t remember until they walk away. I hate it when that happens.
You meet some really interesting people at the market. This one woman stopped to talk, who had just moved here from south Florida. She said they got tired of the hurricanes, and they picked this town cause it “just felt right.” She’s a… something I can’t remember the word for… healer of some kind. The natural remedies kind. She’s worked in hospice, giving massage and aromatherapy, and herbal tea to patients, and stopped to talk because she wanted to volunteer her services to help out a regular vendor, who recently began cancer treatments, for whom we were accepting donations.
I spent way too much money, but I got some gooooood fooooood: the best peaches in the world, tomatoes, peas, bell pepper, pork chops and steak (Yes, meat. Grain-fed, locally raised and slaughtered. Meat. The market’s not just for veggies.), feta cheese… All of the baked goods are fabulous, too. I had a cinnamon bun when I first got there this morning. It was too late to get blueberries by the time I made it to my favorite blueberry lady. Ah, well. Maybe next week.
I’m sitting here, after lunch, sleepy, watching my husband play Halo on his new XBox 360. Maybe I should take a nap. Maybe I should stop typing cause I have a feeling I may stop making sense.
“What is that??”
“Sunomono? What is it? Just a bowl of cucumber?”
“Well, yeah, sliced cucumber with some sort of soy and vinegar dressing.”
“Is it cooked?”
“How much are we paying for that?”
“Here, try it.”
“It’s an asian pickle.”
today is the date that is featured on iCal’s icon by default, so that means when you launch iCal today the icon won’t change. Freaky, huh?
So, Happy Birthday iCal!
On another, Mac related, note: I did have to call Apple support this morning because my PowerMac G5 at work wouldn’t start up. All ended well, and Jason (he’s the man) had me back in business in no time. I have to say, I have been a Mac user and owner since 1999, and this is only the second or third time I’ve ever had to call tech support. Each time, it really was a pleasure. They’ve got to be the nicest tech support people, like, ever. Apple. I’m a BIG fan.
So, I really should keep up with what’s covered by my health insurance and whatnot, but… I don’t. The upside is that it’s kind of like Christmas, or my Brithday, when I get to the business office and find out that the visit is free. Yay! I’m in a much better mood leaving the gyno than I was when I got there. These are the benefits of my ignorance.
Bollywood does action/superhero. Cool! Too bad I have to wait for a DVD release to see it.
Something you have to know about me: I love Bollywood movies. There’s just something so optimistic about making every story into a musical that appeals to me. Rent “Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge” sometime, and you’ll understand. I think.
Update: A review! Via Boing Boing.
Bollywood’s Superman movie reviewed
Henry Jenkins — scholar of all things fannish — has a great review of Krrish, the Bollywood underwear-pervert-hero movie that opened in mom-and-pop cinemas in the US last weekend. Krrish is Bollywood’s remix of the Superman mythos, and the localization elements are mouth-wateringly fascinating:
Much like the western Superman who has been read as an embodiment of national myths and ideals, there is much which speaks to the specifically Indian origins of this particular story.
For one thing, the early signs that young Krishna may have superpowers come when he turns out to be a protégé at sketching and then confounds the teachers at his local school with a spectacular performance on his I.Q. exam. The American counterpart would have led off with his strength, his speed, or maybe even his X-ray vision but having a superior intellect has rarely been a prerequisite for becoming a superpower in the western sense of the term. Throughout the film, in fact, the other characters consistently cite his “talents” but rarely his “powers” as if he were destined to become an extremely gifted knowledge worker (and indeed, it turns out that the ethics of knowledge work for hire are at the center of this epic saga.)
His special powers are modest by western standards, though spectacular enough by local standards. Much like the original Superman, he covers vast distances through long leaps but doesn’t actually have the ability to fly. He can scale a mountain peak as if it were a series of stepping stones. He can run faster than the local horses. He can reach into the river and yank out a fish with his bare hands. And he can speak with the animals and get them to do his bidding. And, in several sequences, he demonstrates his superiority, Gandhi style, by withstanding enormous physical and emotional abuse without resorting to violence.