On Friday night, tanjent and I went up to Lynnwood and saw The New World. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was still surprised. According to Wikipedia, the movie partook of a tradition of "mythmaking" surrounding the Pocahontas historical figure, about whom we don't know very much. But even knowing it was made up, I found the movie to be terribly sad, if beautiful and absorbing. So, I mulled it over and remained sort of distant while Austin and I drove back through Seattle and stopped by a little place called Shinka Tea in the U District (got some really good Rooibos bubble tea with soy). Dropped him off at home and got to bed by 1.
On Saturday, I rushed to get all of the following in: a run (for marathon training), booking a flight to Austin in March, a little work (only managed to get in about 1/2 an hour), dropping by Larry's market and Fred Meyer, preparing some food. I needed the food for a raw vegan potluck I attended in the evening. It was very fun -- I was there from 6 PM to almost 1 AM, talked to many interesting people, played ping-pong, viewed a Koi pond, etc.
After about 6 hours of sleep, went hiking this morning in Bellevue with candid and three other nice folks. Then we went out for a delicious but enormous breakfast at this place called Pancake Corral. Then I came home and passed out for a couple of hours, making achaosofkittens (who was recently arrived in town and whom I'd planned to get together with) wait for me to return to minimal levels of restedness.
As you might have guessed from the above, I've become very sloppy about taking polyphasic naps. As a result I've noticed that polyphasic sleep doesn't, well, work if you don't, which of course makes trying to go to bed late and wake up at 5:30 AM not very sustainable.
Can't believe it's Sunday evening already.
Rushing to meet achaosofkittens now for dinner and perhaps a DVD.
tanjent and I went up to Lynnwood and saw The New World. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was still surprised. According to Wikipedia, the movie partook of a tradition of "mythmaking" surrounding the Pocahontas historical figure, about whom we don't know very much. But even knowing it was made up, I found the movie to be terribly sad, if beautiful and absorbing. So, I mulled it over and remained sort of distant while Austin and I drove back through Seattle and stopped by a little place called Shinka Tea in the U District (got some really good Rooibos bubble tea with soy). Dropped him off at home and got to bed by 1.