September 16th, 2002


that was the day that was

Not a terribly eventful weekend here at Chez Fou. Caught up on my sleep, some. Am PMSing to the tune of craving sugar and wanting to eat everything in sight; although it is nice to retain some mental equilibrium I'm not entirely certain this is healthier than the ultra-depressive mood spikes that seem to be the alternate case scenario.

El Fuego last night was pretty cool, over all. They could have used a director, in the sense of someone to stand back from the performance and evaluate it from the audience perspective - things were a little disjointed, some of the pacing was off, and at times it was hard to tell where the focus of the scene was meant to be. There was a woman with cue-cards that might have helped, if she'd had a spotlight or anything to indicate she was there, or to tell when a card changed. Some of the tech-ing was lackadaisical, and like most performance art not enough thought had been given to 'failing gracefully' when things went wrong or moved too slowly, but they still carried it off.

I do applaud the marrying of the fire-work with a plot, that worked quite well. Ironically my two favorite parts had nothing to do with flame, though. The first was a terminally happy dancing cactus during one of the desert sequences - the guy providing the motive force was having too much fun. The second was an absolutely amazing creature costume that made me gasp involuntarily each time I saw it. It was an armature such that the person in it was almost crouch-walking on stilts - which made the hind legs look like those of a quadruped, and gave it an eerie otherworldly manner of movement. It really was spectacular.

The highlight of today was brunch with Mom and Ted after they showed up on my doorstep. I was sure I'd left my phone on, but I was wrong - I was glad they came by even though I didn't answer. We went to the Alki cafe, which was delightful in spite of our being menaced by a marauding wasp - the insect not the social class - at the end of the meal. Then we wandered over across the street to where a good-sized 9/11 memorial had been assembled at the miniature Statue of Liberty replica.

Then home, and a distinct lack of eventfulness. Tomorrow: the dentist and coffee with Ben.
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could be a soggy afternoon

"Monday, September 16 the building will be pressure-washed. Please close your windows tightly." This notice greeted me Friday afternoon in the mail room and the elevator of my apartment building. I've had the windows open a couple of inches all summer (i.e. less-than-cat-squeezing-distance) except for when they were washing the roof (unannounced) and I was getting run-off. But I hadn't tried to close them tightly then, really.

The two 'living-room' windows don't shut completely, even when they are all the way closed. I'm not sure if it is from the building settling or just shoddy work, but the windows are out of true with their tracks to the point that there is still a definite gap when they're down, and I can't swing the catches all the way home.

I submitted a maintenance request Friday afternoon, but I doubt anyone saw it. So I have fortified the area with towels and moved everything away (which I would have done for the repair work anyway) and I hope there won't be too much leakage.
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