Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Oh, you guys, you guys. I am overdue for about three or four more serious thoughtful entries, but July has flown by since the move. Or washed down the drain, or sublimated in the heat, or something.

Last weekend (for Shabbat Nachamu) I ran up to Boston for a stealth visit just to hang out with xiphias, which was highly therapeutic. We went to the Border Cafe and the Deluxe Town Diner, and hiked around the DeCordova Museum (or technically around Flint's Pond, for two hours, before we doubled back and actually went into the museum park itself).

This past weekend, happyfunpaul has been visiting from Boston (or rather, en route back to Boston), and as a result I have now met a bunch of the NYC filk crowd, first at a dinner foo on Friday evening and then at a housefilk in Harlem on Sunday afternoon. It seemed very wrong that filkerdave was not present for either one, but I enjoyed meeting a lot of other new folks. *waves to otherdeb and sodyera -- oh, and batyatoon, finally*

Also, on Saturday I went to see justom's modern-dress production of Hamlet (which closed yesterday). Yup, still in love with him. Come back next month. The thing that was interesting about the production itself was the pacing, particularly of Hamlet, who basically delivered all his speeches (dialogues as well as monologues) in a rush, half the lines practically muttered under his breath, and punctuated with the occasional wild giggle, cackle or eyebrow-waggle. It transformed the whole process into a sort of manic free-association, not to say raving... yet there was method in't. And charisma. I tend to think of Hamlet as sort of a wet blanket, and this made me see for once how, within that little microcosm of the court at Elsinore, this oddball prince's force of personality could basically take over the room every time he showed up. I wasn't at all sold for the first scene or so, and then by the middle he had totally won me over.

New apartment is still all over boxes, but less than it was. Only about 10 more crates and boxes of books (mine, anyway) to deal with, and then maybe we'll be ready to hold an official housewarming.