Why is it that every year seems to be going faster and faster? I guess it's really true that the longer you've lived, the shorter each passing year seems to be. I remember when Grade Two seemed to take an eternity. Now it seems like I just got used to the idea of 2007 and lo and behold, now I have to adjust to the fact that it's 2008.
[
This episode of Radio Lab explores the concept of time as relative. Fascinating stuff!]
It was nice to see the family and friends over the holidays. Of course, it always seems like there's not enough time and too much I want to do!
I'm currently reading
Sorcery and Cecelia: Or, The Enchanted Chocolate Pot, by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer. Thanks to Miss L for lending it to me! I love it. It's a Regency romance told in epistolary fashion, set in an alternate universe London where magic coexists with lords and ladies and spencer jackets. Sort of like Jane Austen crossed with Harry Potter. It's well-written and entertaining. I'm really pleased that Miss L also lent me the sequel,
The Grand Tour.
We saw
No Country For Old Men while in Vancouver. I didn't know anything about the story before I watched it, which made for a good viewing experience, I think. I knew vaguely who was in it, and I knew it was based on a Cormac McCarthy novel, but nothing else. I had even forgotten that it was a Coen brothers movie. Anyway, it was really quite violent, but that said, it was a good film. Javier Bardem is especially effective in his role as Anton Chigurh, the psychopathic serial killer/hit man. You sort of want to laugh at him because of his terrible Prince Valiant pageboy, but he is so scary that you just can't.
While in Vancouver, we also checked out
The Afghan Horsemen restaurant at the entrance of Granville Island. Great stuff! It used to be located at Broadway and Cambie, and I don't know how many hundreds of times I rode past the distinctive yellow sign while taking the bus down Broadway. I was a little confused when it seemed to have disappeared, but we managed to track it down to its new location on Anderson Street. We ate in the special room with the cushions on the floor--it's a little unsettling at first, because everyone sits on cushions with their backs to the wall, all around the room, so you're all sort of facing each other, even though you've got separate tables. I'd describe the food as a mixture of Persian, Indian, and Greek food, which makes sense if you think of how Afghanistan used to be a crossroads of sorts for all kinds of cultures. The oddest thing we had was a yoghurt drink with mint and salt called "dough"--it tasted a lot like tzaziki, and I absolutely loved it, but if you're not much for savoury drinks you'd probably want to skip it. It looks like Indian
lassi, but it is NOT sweet.
I've nearly finished my puff-sleeved cardigan; I just need to knit on the buttonhole band. I am very pleased with the sweater on the whole, although I did manage to knit the button band on the wrong side (boy-style). I don't care, though--I am certainly not about to frog and re-knit the button band! I can learn to do up the buttons the opposite way. I don't even know why men's and women's clothes button up on different sides--there doesn't seem to be any practical reason for it at all.
[ETA: Actually, I checked it again and I hadn't knit it on the wrong side at all. I don't know what I was thinking.]
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