Tales from my living room

Last night I went to see Apocalyptica at the Paradise. For the uninitiated, they are a five-piece heavy metal cover band consisting of a drummer... and four cellos. (Played, as it turns out, by hot young Finnish men.) Awww yeah. As I said to kalessin, I clearly lack some of the vocabulary to appreciate the fine points (there was approximately one song of which I actually knew the original version), but it was still great. I only found out about the show on Wednesday; sadly, it never occurred to me to tell mrmorse (who is the reason I even know the band) about it until I was actually at the Paradise; and if he made it there I didn't see him (other than in my mind's eye, but that's another story).

And I had been all pleased about not having to go to work the next day... but when I got home sometime after midnight, there was a message that there would be a shiva minyan -- on behalf of one of my very favorite people at the shul -- this morning. At 7am. In Arlington. Well, of course I got up and went. :-} I suppose I can always take a nap this afternoon if I happen to feel like it. That's a sufficiently rare and beautiful thing.

Other things I've done on my interstitial week off: ( chores, mostly; very exciting I assure you )