Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and all too soon I must be up and out of here. So, let us whiz through the notes, let us barrel through the notes, let us trip the light fantastic through the notes. Have you ever tripped the light fantastic? I have and let me tell you that the light fantastic was none too happy about it, taking a tumble to the floor. The light fantastic tried to trip me in retaliation but I was too light on my feet and dodged the trip and then I laughed and laughed until I could laugh no more and then I laughed again. At this time, I would like to state for the record or, at the very least, for the CD that I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about. I did manage to watch a motion picture last evening entitled The Crimson Rivers, a French film from France starring Jean Reno and Vincent Cassell, two of my favorite French actors from France. It’s based on a book by Jean-Christophe Grange called Blood Red Rivers, which I happen to have a first edition of. It’s a peculiar plot – it starts off in a way that might lead you to believe it’s a serial killer movie, but it isn’t. There are some gruesome images, but nothing we really haven’t seen before in these types of movies and they’re not dwelled on. It certainly held my interest and it’s decently directed and the actors are all very good, including a really fine performance by Dominique Sanda. It does get very convoluted by the end because apparently the director cut a lot of the explanatory stuff but it renders too much of the ending incoherent. Superficially, the conceit of the plot is a distant cousin of The Boys from Brazil. I did enjoy it, mostly because Jean Reno and Vincent Cassell are terrific in it. A good score, too, by Bruno Coulais. It was a hit in France and spawned a sequel starring Mr. Reno but not Mr. Cassell, and it also spawned a series on PBS that’s in its fourth season. How they’re drawing the story out that long is anyone’s guess, as I have no interest in seeing it or the sequel. If you enjoy these types of movies you might give this one a try. It actually made me want to see Mr. Reno’s finest again, Leon. Maybe I’ll see if I can find the Blu-ray.
Otherwise, it was merely an okay day. I only got five hours of sleep, so I was a bit logy all day. I was up at nine-thirty, answered e-mails, then got the commentary organized, wrote the three things I had to to finish it, and so that’s now off my plate. I’m sure I’ll finesse it at some point. Then I went to Gelson’s and got some turkey and roast beef and some onion rolls, some lettuce, and a tomato, came home and made a turkey sandwich and a roast beef sandwich and ate them. They were kind of eh. I dozed off for about an hour, then realized it was a holiday, so no mail, and I watched the movie. After that, I wanted some chicken soup from Mel’s but Mel’s was closed to DoorDash – no explanation – and I found that half the restaurants, even fast food jernts, were closed to DoorDash. What is THAT about. I finally found a Thai place that had chicken and veggies in chicken broth, ordered that, and it arrived twenty minutes later. I thought it might be like won ton soup in flavor, but it wasn’t. The broth was weirdly seasoned, but it hit the spot, which was fine. Then I did some browsing, then I tripped the light fantastic, which was ever so much fun even thought it was kind of mean, I shaved and showered, and here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, I’ll meet Robert Yacko for our breakfast meal, then I’ll do some errands and whatnot, then come home, do a tiny bit of writing just to get a couple of plot points down on paper, I’ll check with the mail place, I’ll probably have another eh sandwich later in the day, and then I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, a concert to attend on Thursday evening, and then doing whatever needs doing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight-thirty, I’ll breakfast, do some errands and whatnot, come home, write, check with the mail place, probably have a sandwich later in the day, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite kinds of soups and what were/are your favorite places to have soup. As you know, I’m a big chicken soup fan with or without matzoh balls, I love New England Clam Chowder, the thicker and creamier the better, and I love a good tomato bisque. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, feeling giddy that I tripped the light fantastic and avoided the retaliatory trip.