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Stanley Clarke, Green Valley Ranch LV

We missed the first 30 minutes due to a late arrival (hey, a birthday dinner at Dragonfly can’t be rushed) but it was totally worth it (both the dinner and the concert).

Mr Clarke has lost a lot of weight but none of his talent. Probably the highlight of the night was a rendition of Song for John from the Journey to Love album, in which Stanley showed us what he could do with an acoustic double bass.

He was ably assisted by three young musicians from around the world on Keys, Drums, and Electric Violin, not one of them over 25 years of age. It was a joy to watch them all play together.

No Reservations (2007)

We are big fans of the German film Mostly Martha on which this is based, so I admit that I sat down in the theater with some misgivings as to whether I was going to enjoy the film. They were unfounded. It’s kind of a “food movie” so I knew I wasn’t going to hate it, but I didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did.

No Reservations closely follows its inspiration, as it should, but L thinks the ending is different. I couldn’t remember. (I think J has our copy of the Mostly Martha DVD and we’re looking forward to re-viewing the original.) If it is different, then I think No Reservations is better, in the way that shaving some white truffle improves the perfectly poached egg. Unnecessary, perhaps, but you’re going to enjoy it.

Zeta-Jones is always fun to watch and she manages to project the necessary “perfectionist single woman” despite being “too hot to be single” if you know what I mean. Aaron Eckhart, on the other hand, plays the unwanted love interest adequately but he is slightly unconvincing because he plays it as a “too hot and charming to be unencumbered by previous relationships” guy. But what the heck. All is made up for by the perfect casting of Abigail Breslin as the newly-motherless moppet. She’s perfect, adorable, and we just wanted to take her home and pet her.

Totally recommended if you have a honey you can go see it with.

Urinetown (LV Little Theater)

Hail Malthus!

After a fine meal of Pho from a restaurant across the road from the theater, we went to see a performance of “Urinetown – The Musical” at the Las Vegas Little Theatre last night. It is an amateur company but they did very well. The Malthusian themes are probably not the best thing for my peace of mind right now.

Still. If you’re going to see a musical about water shortages, Las Vegas is definitely a good place to do it.

So Pho, So Good

Lately we have discovered the joys of Pho. It all started when we were on the way back from seeing a film at the SunCoast – I can’t remember what the film was now – and we didn’t want to eat at the cafe or the buffet, so we just drove home, looking in case there was something interesting we hadn’t done before. And then we passed a Vietnamese restaurant called “Pho Rose” (on Buffalo Drive, south of Lake Mead) and in a impulse, stopped and had some soup.

Total Yummo. And very cheap.

We have returned once since then, and also found an opportunity to dine at Pho Vietnam, located upstairs from the market in “Chinatown” on Spring Mountain Road, where in my opinion the food was even better. But that leads to another story…

*It’s pronounced “fuh”

Transformers (2007)

Ironically, inside the Transformers movie is a rather good movie trying to get out. But it doesn’t succeed. I think Michael Bay should have spent a little less “happy time” with the script, I think.

Optometry!

My spectacles, my white lab coat, my coffee, thermos, and my notes
I pat my pocket, I got the key, to the secrets of the observatory

Jethro Tull, “Astronomy”

We went for our biennial eye test last week. We should be going each year, supposedly, but the optometrist we liked so much has left town, selling her practice to someone else and we really have no idea if we were going to feel the same way about the new guy. So we put it off for a while. But now it’s done. I’ve been told I could do with glasses for reading. This doesn’t surprise me, I’ve been getting tired easily after working on the computer or reading for any length of time. It’s not that I can’t read or can’t focus, it’s just that it’s tiring. Apparently it’s a myth that switching to using glasses makes your vision deteriorate faster, so I’m okay with the idea that I’ll use them when I feel like it, otherwise not. Perhaps I’ll end up wearing them all the time for reading, working, etc. Perhaps not. We’ll see how it goes.

The most important thing is ensuring that I still look cool, of course.

A brief commercial break

This post is brought to you by AccuSharp, makers of the knife and tool sharpener voted best manual device by Cooks Illustrated in a recent issue.

I’ve tried honing our knives using a sharpening stone, a steel, and a strange diamond dust crusted thing that you pull the blades through, and I haven’t had much luck keeping a nice edge on our kitchen weapons. When the time came to put together a nice selection of chef’s knives as a flat-warming present for Younger Son, we debated whether to add a knife sharper or similar to the package. I realized that I didn’t have a recommendation. So, to the “tubes” we went.

After finding a reference to the Cook’s Illustrated comparison, I ordered the device online, only to find it was carried in our local Ace Hardware store. I should have checked first, because where possible we like supporting our local stores instead of just using the LazyWeb.

Anyhow, I’ve been sharpening the major cutting edges in our knife collection, using the new sharpening gizmo, and I have to admit that now I realize that our knives haven’t really been “sharp” for some time. Now they are dangerous again. I have to alter my habits in the kitchen because every other time I’ve sliced vegetables with the newly sharpened blades, I’ve also managed to slice the top off one of my fingers. Bad chopping practice on my part, is all…. unless there is truly such a think as a too sharp knife. And I don’t think there is.

Word of the Day? Sereptusnigrate

Dreams are funny things. Mine seem to hit me between 4:00 am and 8:30 am. In fact, I have dreamed weeks of things that I know for a fact must have hit my brain between 7:00 am and 7:30 am. I know this because if I lift my head I can see the clock on the DVR. I couldn’t tell you the details of the dream because I forget them shortly after getting out of bed. Apparently most people do. Anyway, a few days ago I had an unusual dream that I do remember for reasons that will become clear.

I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. A headline caught my eye. I read the first paragraph of text below it: “Attorney General Gonzales said today in his usual ############ fashion, that he was…” I stopped reading. What they heck was that word? I didn’t understand what was written clearly in front of me. I spelled it out, letter by letter, building up the syllables: S-E-R-E-P-T-U-S-N-I-G-R-A-T-E. Sereptusnigrate?

“What does ‘Sereptusnigrate’ mean?” I wondered aloud.

At that moment, Josh’s friend Kevin was walking out the back of the house with a text book to study for an exam.

“It means, ‘Self-aware’,” he said over his shoulder as he closed the door.

WTF? I woke up. It was 7:00 am. I stumbled out of bed and went to find my early-to-rise wife. This means something… this is important I thought to myself. I found L in her office, working.

I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and scrawled the letters out. “What does this word mean? Google it,” I told her, incoherently explaining that I’d dreamed something weird.

Google told us that the word did not match any documents.

I returned to bed, and back to sleep. I can not tell you what I dreamed but I’m pretty sure it was something unrelated. When I woke up properly, I could not have told you what the word had been. I only know it now because I asked L to find the paper I’d written on.

What does this mean? Hey, I don’t claim to interpret dreams. I got nothing. The AG is an asshole though, so maybe that has something to do with it.

Sophie/Meepo update

Some of you may be wondering what our latest house guest looks like. Well, here’s Meepo owning the bed:

She’s a little bigger now than when this picture was taken but potentially she still looks like this.

Thomas Dolby and the Jazz Mafia Horns, The Cannery, LV

That was the best damn concert I have ever been to. At $15/ticket certainly the best value for money. I would have paid much, much more. We have Dolby’s DVD of his previous one man show (the “Sole Inhabitant Tour”) but this was better. The songs were more polished and the second half of the show featured three extra musicians, the Jazz Mafia Horns, and they really kicked the show up a notch. I don’t think poor Thomas knew what kind of audience he might get in a small “club” venue in a local hotel casino on the outskirts of Las Vegas, but I hope that during the concert he got the message from us that we were hard-core Dolby fans. One guy in the audience even had a couple of vinyl albums for him to sign.

Dolby blogs about his evening here.
And there’s a good write-up on the tour in general here.

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