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...and the earth moved
Oct. 8th, 2010 08:50 amUnfortunately not because I had mind-blowing sex, but because there was an earthquake. Comparing it to the one 2008 in Ankara, I would have estimated this one was of about equal strength, but it was only around 4. (Ankara was 5.7) OTOH, in Ankara we were at the Embassy, which has only got one floor, and it's an older building. Here I'm on the second floor -- it happened shortly before 10.30 p.m. -- and it's a modern building, so I guess that explains why I felt the movement so strongly.
I was sitting on the couch, and suddenly I thought I was sitting on a raft. Eurgh.
Do I have to mention that ze boyz slept peacefully though it?
Apart from the earthquake, yesterday was good. And the court was dry enough to play!
Great concert last night, with a young British violinist called Nicola Benedetti (woman), who played the Mendelssohn concerto. She did really well, and the orchestra was in good shape, too. I suppose the concert was a dude's dream come true: beautiful young girl wearing a clingy red satin gown (and wow, did she pull that one off!), moving erotically, and you can ogle her, and it's Cultcha!
The second part was a symphony by Albert Roussel, which I'd never heard so far. I know a few Lieder by Roussel (Rimbaud poems, methinks), but those are a lot more impressionist. The symphony was interesting, not bad at all; if somebody had asked me who wrote it, I'd have guessed Prokofiev or, at a pinch, a very young Shostakovich. Very rhythmic, big orchestra, and the music had that slightly bizarre touch, which was why I thought it was similar to Prokofiev/Shostakovic.
Cunning plan is being hatched jointly by Carla (Mr H's fabulous assistant) and yours truly: in order to put Carla and Stelios-The-Holy-Grail-From-Greece together at one table, I need a pretext. Which is easily found, because as far as I know Mr H and Stelios have met only very superficially, if at all, and of course they ought to meet, and so I'm going to invite them to lunch, asking Mr H to bring Carla. Or rather, she'll pass on the message, and I'll just call him later to confirm. Heh. Lunch with two Holy Grails. That ought to be fun. Since none of the two men smokes, Carla and I can sneak out between courses for a cigarette and thoroughly dissect them. Sounds like a good plan, doesn't it? And unless I get the opportunity earlier, it'll be the ideal moment for berating Mr H for not giving me the necessary input for the information folder. Because today it's too la-ate *evil smirk*
So, how many birds exactly with one stone? 1) Getting Carla and Stelios to meet, 2) doing my professional duty and getting Stelios and Mr H to meet, 3) getting to ogle Mr H, 4) getting to berate Mr H, 5) getting to discuss the males with Carla. And those are only the 5 I can think of off the top of my head.
Ah, the joys of plotting evilly...
I was sitting on the couch, and suddenly I thought I was sitting on a raft. Eurgh.
Do I have to mention that ze boyz slept peacefully though it?
Apart from the earthquake, yesterday was good. And the court was dry enough to play!
Great concert last night, with a young British violinist called Nicola Benedetti (woman), who played the Mendelssohn concerto. She did really well, and the orchestra was in good shape, too. I suppose the concert was a dude's dream come true: beautiful young girl wearing a clingy red satin gown (and wow, did she pull that one off!), moving erotically, and you can ogle her, and it's Cultcha!
The second part was a symphony by Albert Roussel, which I'd never heard so far. I know a few Lieder by Roussel (Rimbaud poems, methinks), but those are a lot more impressionist. The symphony was interesting, not bad at all; if somebody had asked me who wrote it, I'd have guessed Prokofiev or, at a pinch, a very young Shostakovich. Very rhythmic, big orchestra, and the music had that slightly bizarre touch, which was why I thought it was similar to Prokofiev/Shostakovic.
Cunning plan is being hatched jointly by Carla (Mr H's fabulous assistant) and yours truly: in order to put Carla and Stelios-The-Holy-Grail-From-Greece together at one table, I need a pretext. Which is easily found, because as far as I know Mr H and Stelios have met only very superficially, if at all, and of course they ought to meet, and so I'm going to invite them to lunch, asking Mr H to bring Carla. Or rather, she'll pass on the message, and I'll just call him later to confirm. Heh. Lunch with two Holy Grails. That ought to be fun. Since none of the two men smokes, Carla and I can sneak out between courses for a cigarette and thoroughly dissect them. Sounds like a good plan, doesn't it? And unless I get the opportunity earlier, it'll be the ideal moment for berating Mr H for not giving me the necessary input for the information folder. Because today it's too la-ate *evil smirk*
So, how many birds exactly with one stone? 1) Getting Carla and Stelios to meet, 2) doing my professional duty and getting Stelios and Mr H to meet, 3) getting to ogle Mr H, 4) getting to berate Mr H, 5) getting to discuss the males with Carla. And those are only the 5 I can think of off the top of my head.
Ah, the joys of plotting evilly...
