The Mandelbear's Musings

A very mixed day, all things considered. The going-away lunch for my long-time (a decade) coworker and friend Brad was very tasty, and I managed to find the one dish on the menu that had fish and no pasta. Yum. An improvement in the weather persuaded us to walk back. That turned out to have been a mistake; we were both well-and-truly drenched by the time we got back to the office.

My supposedly-waterproof jacket was still soaked by the time I headed out to the evening's big event, Cirque du Soleil's Quidam. It was very, very beautiful -- breathtaking in spots. Also very incomprehensible -- which I'm told is not an unusual view at all. The parts where they brought people up from the audience were, as in Zumanity in Las Vegas, uncomfortable for me to watch. I have no idea whether that's unusual. On the whole, highly worthwhile.

I think my favorite parts were the diabolos, the cloud swing and the final banquine. And there were a lot of haunting little vignettes, as well.

By the time I got ready to take a bath and go to bed around 11:30 I was aching all over. I'm inclined to blame something flu-like. I am presently emulating a vegetable. A vegetable cruelly ripped out of its bed, parboiled in something slimy, and awaiting the masher. But a vegetable.

Links include bullying and boobies. I expect the latter to garner more than the usual amount of comment spam, but I couldn't resist.