I've had the week off, which has been lovely and actually fairly productive, but haven't gotten myself together to put up a post.
So, as some of you know, I was able to get a ticket for the US Open Men's Singles final, in which Rafael Nadal beat Novak Djokovic 6-2, 3-6, 6-4, 6-1. I was surprised how pro-Nole the crowd was; I was surrounded by Djokovic fans, except for the quiet, beer-swilling German dude next to me. (We high-fived when Nadal somehow triumphed in the third set and then hugged when our boy finally won - at which point the dude smiled and said, "See you next year.") [For my own purposes: 308 (a corner section facing the chair umpire) had fairly direct sunlight from noon to about five; 323 (behind the baseline, approaching the chair ump's side) was shady from about six pm.] As the icon says, I was there and he was glorious. Some fantastic stuff (thanks to may7fic for the second link) written about the match and Rafa's season, but even if you don't watch tennis, or love Rafa (?!?!?), I think you might enjoy the writing, because the story itself is so dramatic and sympathetic. And how can you not root for someone who, when asked why he's loved by fans all over the world, first demurs that he can't answer that question and then mumbles that he tries to be polite to everyone? A few pictures from the final:
I've mostly been lazing around, writing and reading, but I did stir myself to meet up with some awesome fandom friends to get brunch and hit the Metropolitan Museum, where I was extremely naughty and bought myself this statue, which I have wanted since I first clapped eyes on it in September 1994. (I'm trying to assuage my guilt for all the money I've spent recently by telling myself that the US Open tickets and this statue are early birthday presents to myself and I won't buy anything else extravagant for the rest of the year.) While at the Met, we also saw this amazing exhibition.
I also went to The ABC of It: Why Children's Books Matter, a free exhibition at the New York Public Library, which was a totally delightful way to spend a few hours. I wandered, remembered some old favorites, and made a long list of authors and illustrators to check out.
And lastly, I've been meaning to throw an idea out there for months but keep forgetting. Now that I've seen an adaptation of Cyrano (and watched the DVD of the PBS production with Kevin Kline as a marvelous Cyrano and Jennifer Garner as an absolutely terrible Roxane), and gone back to the play itself, I've been fantasizing about seeing Martin Freeman in the title role: poet, scholar, swordsman, soldier, wit, and lover. Mmmmmm, yes.
And that's the wrap-up of my week off. How are you?
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