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Saturday, August 12, 2006

Five nice things about today (not a meme)

This morning the fishmonger's wife at the grower's market looked like someone from a medieval painting. She had a marvellous polarfleece hat that came off her head in a long rectangle.

I filled the house with flowers I'd bought at the market: jonquils, daffodils, poppies; added some small lilies growing untended in the garden -- and then a friend popped around with more (native) flowers! I'm living in full technicolour this week.

We did fitball outside, on the astroturf soccer courts. It was fantastic -- no wind, gentle sun, mild breeze. Everyone was so happy we want to do it every week in Spring, weather permitting. We all came away worked out and covered in thin green fibres, which are better than wrestlers' leg hairs.

An old friend is coming around soon to go together to the Canberra Craft and Quilters Fair, which should be fun for an hour or so before I get Craft Fatigue.

UPDATE: The Craft and Quilters Fair was a slight disappointment. I really enjoyed the display of Japanese quilts, but the market part of the fair was almost totally devoted to beads, scrapbooking and textiles-related crafts. I guess they're the money-makers. I had to take this photo of a wheelybin, tastefully draped in cloth for the fair! No nasty plastics here, thank you, we're quilters ;)

Crafty bin

Bollywood tonight! At Belconnon Hoyts! I was going to catch up on my sleep, but it's Shahrukh Khan! Be still my beating heart!

POSTSCRIPT: Argh! That was the LONGEST Bollywood I have ever seen... Three and a half hours for what was fundamentally a simple chick flick. It has more plot twists than a packet of Twisties, and most of them doing nothing but extending the length of the movie. Even Shahrukh got a bit grating after a while. The lead female, Rani Mukherjee has impossibly beautiful eyes which frequently overflow with endless tears on demand (whilst not affecting her immaculate makeup). By the end, the actors -- and the audience -- were imitating the flood scene from Alice in Wonderland. It was exhausting.

The theatre was packed, which bodes well for future screenings of (hopefully better) Indian films. Some good previews, including one titled Don, starring Shahrukh again in an all-action heart-throbby thing a-la James Bond/Matrix/Austin Powers (with at least 3 hours up your sleeve, you can pack in a lot of references!). Lots of lustful sighs all around me as the trailer rolled.

6 comments:

seepi said...

ha - today I finally made it to the growers market for hte first time - fantastic!! Pity it is on so early...
I bought a huge bunch of lilies - I can't pay for jonquils when I have them growing outside, even though they are gorgeous. The lilies are very impressive, but they are so tall I had to rearrange the hall to fit them in!!
Also - what about the amazing orchids flowering in pots - only 25.00. Pity DH wasn't impressed. Are they there every week???

Ampersand Duck said...

yes, most weeks! The early wakeup makes Saturday our active weekend day. Then you sleep in on Sunday...

Did you try the sticky black rice pudding with coconut milk and palm sugar? Mmmmmm...

Lucy Tartan said...

Mmmmmmm!

Zoe said...

And you really should have some of the hot apple cider with lemon myrtle from the sticky rice people, too. Makes the cold early morning part not matter.

Galaxy said...

I suppose if there are lots of twists that make not much difference to the outcome of the movie, you can get up and have a toilet break without fear of missing anything vital. You could probably talk volubly and crunch on your chips/crisps throughout as well, making for a very different audience experience to those in films where you might get very cranky if someone answered their mobile. I wonder if this different kind of viewing culture is part of what makes the Bollywood film experience? Maybe the films aren't made to sit quietly throughout?

Ampersand Duck said...

Actually, that's a good point. I'll have to ask BB about the Authentic Bollywood experience from his years in India, but I can certainly say that in the Canberra Indian audience no-one seemed to mind that the few small children there at 11pm (!) were getting a bit grizzly, or that others crunched and whispered. They have an intermission in Bollywood films (unlike Peter Jackson epics), so the loo trips are usually restrained to that time, but I could imagine a proper Delhi cinema having all sorts of interruptions and noises, and you wouldn't miss too much, no.