May 14th, 2005


The King of Squirrel Hill

I think it was a good gift. Yesterday was Melissa's going away party, and my first time inside a building at Chatham. It was enjoyable -- we decorated a room inside the Mellon building there, put on some Azeri music, and had some nice food. I gave her a USB CF reader and a USB keychain, which I filled with some pictures of our trips to Florida and Alabama, some Project Gutenberg texts, and other amusements. When we were all going around announcing our memories with her, I think mine was probably the most amusing - we met to go down to the freethought conference in Alabama, and first we went to IKEA. When I first drove through Chatham to pick her up, she asked if I was too scary a person to get in the car with. Still amusing. For circularity's sake, perhaps we'll go to IKEA before she leaves town next week. While I was there, I met her brothers and father. Her dad's British, and, as every other European I've met in the United States, is more politically intelligent than the vast majority of Americans. I think her brothers have picked that up too. Sometimes I think that being American makes one dumb. The world around here is pretty small too -- there's an exchange student from Azerbaijan, Svinge, who knows Dmitriy.

Here's a bit more about that discovery of a new species I mentioned a few weeks ago on my BLOG.

The Orthodox Russian family that comes by and talks to my cats when they're around chatted with me a bit today -- one of the kids really wants my bigger cat, Tortfeasor. I haven't met the mother, just the father and the two brothers. Most of the people walking around my neighbourhood on Shabbat are Jews from Russia.

Today is for cleaning.

I've becoming increasingly interested in the idea of, at some point, moving to the Netherlands sometime, for good. Right now, on my hotlist is the Netherlands, Australia, and Hawaii. I still need to visit the last two.


End of an Era

I just saw Big Fish, an appropriate film to close my Netflix subscription with. The film reminded me, in some ways, of The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, although in this case is more of a memorial. It's worth seeing, and at least for me, was a successful tearjerker.

As noted above, I've decided to cancel Netflix -- I don't like watching movies alone, and so typically a movie would arrive at my place and sit around for a few months until I felt like watching it. It doesn't sense to keep the subscription that way. Perhaps if I get more into movies sometime I'll resubscribe.