I'm the kind of person who is interested in confessional literature especially as it relates to the kinds of adventures one can have with a physical body, but who finds that most of the other people who share this interest are creepy. Sort of like a self-hating Jew, only I don't hate myself so much as people who remind me of me.
We had our first moderately expensive dinner in SJ last Thursday, courtesy of an extremely friendly book distributor in town to help out with Chris’s store during the first week of school. The guy took six of us out to Original Joe’s, an old timey, waiters-in-tuxedos Italian restaurant down the street from our apartment. The food was terrific, but seriously, it’s a mafia hangout right? Does anybody know? It just has to be. Those people couldn’t look like that by accident, could they?
Before my workload went batshit insane recently, I took an afternoon off and checked out the (always free, thank you very much) San Jose Museum of Art, also right down the street from our apartment. The museum could have been bigger I thought, but it was showing three of the Nancyest exhibits in the history of art. The first was called Brides of Frankenstein, and it featured representations of body parts by female artists. That some of the body parts were robotic was but one of the pleasures. The second exhibit was beautiful photographs of people in terrifying-looking hospital rooms. And the third was a 7 foot by 20 foot light wall of enormous MRI films…of pomegranates. I actually moaned with pleasure when I saw it.
One of the treats in our welcome gift basket here was a certificate for 2 free tickets to the San Jose Repertory Theater, which like everything else, is, I swear, right down the street. It really is; we can see it from our dining room window. I am not a huge fan of live theater but free is free, so I started looking into their lineup for this season. First up: a musical about the Winchester Mystery House. No kidding. I can’t tell if that is genius or hilarious in a Waiting for Guffman kind of way, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to see it. God help me.
I should let Jeff tell it, but we also had a mafia-laden meal at Original Joe's. Strangely enough, it was on the same afternoon that we went to the Winchester Mystery House...our south bay day.
Jeez, Eli, your parents’ play sounds awesome; it seems a given that what we’ll see at the Rep won’t be nearly that interesting, though, to their credit I suppose, at least the musical version isn’t called “Winchester!”
************* Hi Edi! You know OJ’s from growing up down here, don’t you? Do you know if it’s a mob place for reals? I don’t know anything outside of the Sopranos—I recognized the archtypes, but I couldn’t tell if it were real or just general moneyed tackiness.
< subliminal >San Jose is great; you all want to move to San Jose<\ subliminal>
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At August 29, 2005 5:18 PM, Anonymous said…
I should let Jeff tell it, but we also had a mafia-laden meal at Original Joe's. Strangely enough, it was on the same afternoon that we went to the Winchester Mystery House...our south bay day.
It's good to hear that you're settling in well...
At August 29, 2005 6:39 PM, Nancy said…
Jeez, Eli, your parents’ play sounds awesome; it seems a given that what we’ll see at the Rep won’t be nearly that interesting, though, to their credit I suppose, at least the musical version isn’t called “Winchester!”
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Hi Edi! You know OJ’s from growing up down here, don’t you? Do you know if it’s a mob place for reals? I don’t know anything outside of the Sopranos—I recognized the archtypes, but I couldn’t tell if it were real or just general moneyed tackiness.
< subliminal >San Jose is great; you all want to move to San Jose<\ subliminal>
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