November 14th, 2004

Twin Peaks: Snoqualmie

Lessee - this weekend: Polar Express, Darwinia, family, and more cheese

Weekend not necessarily in order of sequence . . .

  • Finished Darwinia. It was okay, and no better than that, despite being the recipient of a Philip K. Dick award. Too much exposition; not enough climax.

  • Was reminded that the kitty is a perfume freak. I put a little Baiser du Dragon on, and she was immediately all over my wrists, sniffing and licking. She does the same thing with Poison. She's a sweet furball, but a little odd. Anybody else have a cat that behaves so?

  • Yummy, yummy, yummy Vietnamese food at Pho 79 on Saturday night. I love that place. Inexpensive, good food in generous portions. I had my usual noodle bowl and basil rolls, while David tried a crispy pancake thing. And no, I don't think whatever the proper name for the dish is translates into "crispy pancake thing" in Vietnamese. :p

  • Got lucky and found the Spanish Cabrales cheese we'd had at my parents some time ago at the Fresh Market. Also got the imported French herb cheese which they had back in stock, and some of their garlicky, buttery French Rounds. All this fancy cheese - so decadent, but the holidays are upon us. Privation and good behavior can start back up after February; time for a little good cheer, now.

  • Speaking of cheese, I tried the Saint-Andre. Seriously good, like Brie on steroids in terms of creaminess, like Brie to the 3rd power, but I made a bad wine pairing because D. wanted me to save some of the others for when he was in the mood to drink 'em with me. The Rex Goliath chardonnay is delish on its own, but paired with this cheese produces a weird and unpleasant metallic taste. Yecch. Ate cheese by itself, then drank wine, to enjoy both without interaction. Also tried the new Vac-U-Vin gizmo we got to preserve the remainder of the bottle.

  • Found this exquisite teapot and now I have Yixing lust again. So handsome, tall, and perfect for oolong. I don't need it. It's not a need. It's just a lovely, gunmetal grey want. *smiles*

  • Went over to David's parents' house for an overdue visit; took 'em their copy of the wedding DVD, some meatloaf, and other goodies. His grandmother made homemade tortillas from scratch and sent some home with us.

    We also saw The Polar Express with them. I liked it; David wasn't in the mood for a feel-good Christmas movie. Sometimes, though (and yes, it's me saying this), it's possible to T things to death -- to be hyperlogical, and I think that's where he was today. I enjoyed the dreamlike atmosphere spun by the film, and they softened the realism of the motion capture with the blur of snow and muted lighting. I'd like to see it in the IMAX 3D version.

    I think my only complaint was the Steven Tyler insert, which disrupted the immersion for this adult, but kids won't notice. I'd like to read the book on which it was based. I do agree that there are bits that some children might find spooky, simply because they are. There's a good dose of eeriness harmonizing with the cuddly holiday motif.

    It's haunting in certain respects: "seeing is believing" may be said more than once, but what you see isn't quite what you expect. For grownups, it's sort of like realizing the real basis or original versions of the Grimm fairy tales . . . and suddenly understanding how they've been softened and mythologized.

    Also with the ticket thing happening to the little African-American girl . . . and, well, I won't give spoilers, but I wonder if she was supposed to be a subtle reference to Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad?

    Don't get me wrong: it's a warm and fuzzy holiday movie, and you can enjoy it perfectly well on just that level, if you like. But there are enough spirits and . . . curious . . . elements to add a few layers for those who want to look deeper.

And now I'm going to relax with the remainder of that glass of chardonnay, and read a little more of The Best Recipe while putting my feetsies under a blankie. I might get ambitious and unload the dishwasher, but then again, I might not, too.