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Somewhat idle musings
Feb. 9th, 2005 10:34 amI think what I love most about cats (especially, of course, ze boyz) is that they develop habits and, what's more, that those habits change.
Lucius, for example, has different morning rituals. Sometimes he comes to sit on my lap. Sometimes he snoozes on the radiator. And sometimes he creeps back into my bed, into a cave formed by the duvet, and continues to sleep. When he hears the typical getting-ready-to-leave noises, he comes out, all warm and slightly dishevelled, and meows good bye. You just have to love those fur people, don't you?
Last night I went to see 'Alice' together with Klaus. It's a ballet based on 'Alice in Wonderland', and to accompany it they have chosen selected pieces by Nino Rota. To say the truth, I didn't expect too much, but what a lovely surprise I got! It was absolutely charming, the dancers, too, were better than anticipated, and the whole piece had a dreamlike, naive quality which was enchanting, although I've never found it in the book itself.
Maybe - but that's just my theory - the book has a totally different effect on adult first-time readers than it has on children. I remember reading it at age 8 or 9, and maybe because Alice is that age I could relate to it on a completely different level. Besides, although Alice's adventures turn out to be a dream in the end, the narration doesn't reflect that fact. On the contrary, it's the dry humour and matter-of-fact storytelling that somehow emphasizes the absurdity of the events.
Anyway, the different feeling notwithstanding, the ballet had a charm all of its own, created by the sparse scenery, the excellent use of light and colour, and the costumes (especially the caterpillar, which consisted of 5 dancers moving in a perfectly caterpillar-y way).
Right now I'm busy sorting out my older nephew's problems with Vienna's city administration (yes, I'm a very dutiful aunt). Said problems can mostly be blamed on the chimney sweeper, who eveidently didn't inform the authorities that Markus's chimney had in fact been examined (if at the last moment before the deadline, I'll give you that), so that Markus would have had to pay a 250 Euro fine, had I not come down on the chimney sweeper with fire and brimstone.
Work is slightly busier than last week, but still less than it was in December. Can't say I'm not enjoying the break.
Lucius, for example, has different morning rituals. Sometimes he comes to sit on my lap. Sometimes he snoozes on the radiator. And sometimes he creeps back into my bed, into a cave formed by the duvet, and continues to sleep. When he hears the typical getting-ready-to-leave noises, he comes out, all warm and slightly dishevelled, and meows good bye. You just have to love those fur people, don't you?
Last night I went to see 'Alice' together with Klaus. It's a ballet based on 'Alice in Wonderland', and to accompany it they have chosen selected pieces by Nino Rota. To say the truth, I didn't expect too much, but what a lovely surprise I got! It was absolutely charming, the dancers, too, were better than anticipated, and the whole piece had a dreamlike, naive quality which was enchanting, although I've never found it in the book itself.
Maybe - but that's just my theory - the book has a totally different effect on adult first-time readers than it has on children. I remember reading it at age 8 or 9, and maybe because Alice is that age I could relate to it on a completely different level. Besides, although Alice's adventures turn out to be a dream in the end, the narration doesn't reflect that fact. On the contrary, it's the dry humour and matter-of-fact storytelling that somehow emphasizes the absurdity of the events.
Anyway, the different feeling notwithstanding, the ballet had a charm all of its own, created by the sparse scenery, the excellent use of light and colour, and the costumes (especially the caterpillar, which consisted of 5 dancers moving in a perfectly caterpillar-y way).
Right now I'm busy sorting out my older nephew's problems with Vienna's city administration (yes, I'm a very dutiful aunt). Said problems can mostly be blamed on the chimney sweeper, who eveidently didn't inform the authorities that Markus's chimney had in fact been examined (if at the last moment before the deadline, I'll give you that), so that Markus would have had to pay a 250 Euro fine, had I not come down on the chimney sweeper with fire and brimstone.
Work is slightly busier than last week, but still less than it was in December. Can't say I'm not enjoying the break.
