Man, that sounds like it was hell of a football game! I’m almost glad I didn’t get to hear the fourth quarter; I would’ve been bouncing off the walls. I wonder what this will do to our ranking…
“If I were a rich man…” I’m gonna be singing that for days. I just got back from seeing Topol – honest-to-God Topol! – in the new Sydney production of Fiddler on the Roof. My boss Albert scored some comps and called me up this morning to say they had an extra. How sweet is that? We had excellent seats, right in the center, and I have to say I was pretty impressed with the Capitol Theater. It was very Italian, all marble and niches with faux Classical sculptures. I liked the twinkly star ceiling too. The show itself was excellent. I still cannot get past the fact that it was freakin’ TOPOL up there on stage. You know when he starred in the film version? 1971. THIRTY-FOUR YEARS AGO. And now he’s 70! He’s a little trimmer than before but I was just in awe of the energy and vitality he brought to the stage. I would’ve been panting after three hours of exuberant dancing but he just seemed to feed off every bit of applause (and we gave him plenty). It’s undoubtedly a star vehicle but it’s still well worth seeing. Amongst the other actors I particularly liked Hodel, Perchik, Golde, and the crazy woman playing Fruma Sarah. (“Tevye’s Dream” was awesomely psychedelic for such a sparse production design.) I was actually in Fiddler about ten years ago – man, I feel like Topol! – in a community production. This was my first opportunity to watch the show from the seats and, for the most part, I was just reacting to Topol and appreciating the show from a technical standpoint. Sometime in the second act, though, it started to get to me. During “Far From the Home I Love,” a song I always found boring in our production, I started to well up with tears. There’s just something about following the man you love somewhere far away from your family…
Oh. My. God. Halloween Costumes for Your iPod. As far as I can tell from the FAQ, it’s not a joke either!
Got up just in time this morning to catch the end of the Pep Rally live on the Internet. Of course, the crappy Windows Media Stream doesn’t like my computer so I don’t have any sound, but it was so cool to suddenly recognize that everyone was moving their arms in sync and to have the 1812 Overture start playing in my head. I haven’t seen any of the rumoured famous people yet. Are they there and I just can’t see them? (Mom’s apparently at the stadium right now so I’m hoping she’ll provide some pictures.)
Update: I just called Mom on her cell as they were leaving the stadium. Oh, so the fat guy was Rudy! I did not get that.
Ooh, Stipey got fugged! As the picture was loading (from the top) I was thinking, “Actually, that isn’t really too bad, even considering the scarf-thing…” and then the boots appeared and I was like, “… OH.”
Check it out! It’s Toast and Sakai! I know somebody who’s met an Iron Chef! (And if you came to our first Halloween party, you know him too! He was the proctologist.)
Knitted Cupcake Hats. Awww, those are adorable! I might need to make one for Marianne to match the butterfly cardi I have planned for her. (Hey Nat, this is a hint for you to send me her measurements!)
Hardest. Boxing Class. EVER. tonight. Our usual Thursday night kickboxing-cardio group was getting too big, so they re-worked the schedule to split it into two classes. Albert and I chose the later, “boxing-only”, class tonight. As soon as I saw the instructor I started wincing. He’s this really small guy but he’s so strong and wiry and flexible I bet he sleeps all Jean Claude Van Damme-style at night, doing the splits supported by wooden chairs in his bedroom. We had about three minutes of rest out of forty-five; the whole time we were punching and crunching and squatting. The worst was the last five minutes: We all started lying facedown on the floor in front of our bags. When he said “go” we had to spring to our feet, do 10 punches on the bags, then get back down and do 10 pushups. Then it was up for 8 punches and 8 pushes, etc, and so on down to 0. I was doing them girly-style (with my knees on the floor) and I still barely made it. I’m not going to be able to lift my arms tomorrow… And you know what made it worse? The godawful music they play there. I find myself wishing that some Max would step up in our group and be all, “Here’s this kickin’ CD of mash-ups I made for today’s workout.” And I would be propelled to new heights of ass-kicking-ness. Alas, our class is 90% chicks wearing makeup and I just don’t see it happenin’…
It’s kinda neat reading about China’s second manned space flight while I’m also reading Tom Wolfe’s The Right Stuff (about America’s first forays into space). Does anyone know what the Chinese word for “astronaut” is? Mmm, now I’m hungry for pineapple-filled moon cakes…
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