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L called us on Tuesday to ask if we wanted to join her to hear someone tell part of the Odyssey last night. Sure, we'll splurge a whole 15 bucks each.
We met, decided it wasn't really picnic weather (it was raining about a drip a minute, but felt as though more might be coming along), and wandered down to a Japanese restaurant called Dan. I had a nice pumpkin tempura appetizer (which had green beans, also tempura, as a sort of garnish, a Good Thing as I was in need of vegetables, and tasty besides), then an okay chirashi. Not the chef's fault that I don't like avocado: I gave that and most of the ikura to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Then we walked down to Lincoln Center, and found yet another odd tucked-away theatre, this one in a tower that's also got some housing floors and some other performance and rehearsal space. The people working the impromptu "box office" (a perfectly nice table) didn't have our tickets under L's name, but under the name of the program she'd gotten them through (at a discount). Since we had time and nobody was busy, we asked what other groups they had; L told them what GMHC is, and I explained Manhattan Plaza, and overall the nice young man seemed quite impressed with our erudition.
The house opened, we grabbed second row center (it was general admission), and after a while the storyteller--who uses the name "Odds Bodkin" professionally--came on with a guitar. A brief intro to storytelling and who Homer was, and then we were outside the walls of Troy.
He's good. This piece took us from the Trojan horse, through a side-trip for plunder, to the Lotus Eaters (very nicely done) to Polyphemus. Shivery and gripping; he does good wind noises, and a fine giant.
We got to talk to the storyteller a little, tell him how much we liked it and discuss how he remembers the tale--mental images, not memorized pieces, so it's never quite the same twice--and whether "mutton" is a reasonable term for goat meat, with linguistic digressions. I thought about buying the recording of him doing the whole Odyssey, but decided I can't really afford it right now; I can always pick it up from his Web site if I still want it later.
Then we went up to Fairway, and bought some things we definitely needed--hard cheese for grating over pasta, coffee filters--some that made sense since we were there, like olives, sausages, and bialys, and a few oddities, mostly from the upstairs section--sea salt, turbinado sugar (99 cents a pound isn't exactly cheap, but compared to what most NY stores want, it's plausible, so I got about 2/3 of a pound, and have some in my morning tea), a few dried blueberries.
This morning/afternoon I need to do more editing, then I have a space reserved for a house concert down on Spring Street tonight. In between, a stop at the gym would be good, and dinner is important.
We met, decided it wasn't really picnic weather (it was raining about a drip a minute, but felt as though more might be coming along), and wandered down to a Japanese restaurant called Dan. I had a nice pumpkin tempura appetizer (which had green beans, also tempura, as a sort of garnish, a Good Thing as I was in need of vegetables, and tasty besides), then an okay chirashi. Not the chef's fault that I don't like avocado: I gave that and most of the ikura to
cattitude.Then we walked down to Lincoln Center, and found yet another odd tucked-away theatre, this one in a tower that's also got some housing floors and some other performance and rehearsal space. The people working the impromptu "box office" (a perfectly nice table) didn't have our tickets under L's name, but under the name of the program she'd gotten them through (at a discount). Since we had time and nobody was busy, we asked what other groups they had; L told them what GMHC is, and I explained Manhattan Plaza, and overall the nice young man seemed quite impressed with our erudition.
The house opened, we grabbed second row center (it was general admission), and after a while the storyteller--who uses the name "Odds Bodkin" professionally--came on with a guitar. A brief intro to storytelling and who Homer was, and then we were outside the walls of Troy.
He's good. This piece took us from the Trojan horse, through a side-trip for plunder, to the Lotus Eaters (very nicely done) to Polyphemus. Shivery and gripping; he does good wind noises, and a fine giant.
We got to talk to the storyteller a little, tell him how much we liked it and discuss how he remembers the tale--mental images, not memorized pieces, so it's never quite the same twice--and whether "mutton" is a reasonable term for goat meat, with linguistic digressions. I thought about buying the recording of him doing the whole Odyssey, but decided I can't really afford it right now; I can always pick it up from his Web site if I still want it later.
Then we went up to Fairway, and bought some things we definitely needed--hard cheese for grating over pasta, coffee filters--some that made sense since we were there, like olives, sausages, and bialys, and a few oddities, mostly from the upstairs section--sea salt, turbinado sugar (99 cents a pound isn't exactly cheap, but compared to what most NY stores want, it's plausible, so I got about 2/3 of a pound, and have some in my morning tea), a few dried blueberries.
This morning/afternoon I need to do more editing, then I have a space reserved for a house concert down on Spring Street tonight. In between, a stop at the gym would be good, and dinner is important.
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