I was particularly surprised by the curry. The sauce is made with prominent coconuts. I don't like coconuts usually, but I liked this. My experience with coconut has tended to be with it being a dessert thing, as sprinkles or drinks or macaroons, which I'm not very fond of. I think that the curry flavor complemented the coconut beautifully, a very different sort of context for the flavor, similar to how different dessert chocolate is to mole although I like both of those. I am completely shocked as I have spent my whole life disliking coconut, but suddenly I found something it could be in that I really liked. Frankly, I don't like coconut/sweet, but it would appear that I like coconut/spicy.
We also had calmari (more lightly fried than the Italian version, with a sweet and sour sauce that had a nice spice to it) and mini spring rolls. But the real winner was the spicy basil chicken with onions and peppers. That was amazing, although not necessarily as spicy as was expecting.
It's nights like this when you make a discovery like the one I just did with the coconut and just the enjoyment of a different flavor than you're more used to that make me wonder how it is that some people can be so frightened of eating new things. It just perplexes me.
Myself in two of the myriad of roles I played in
A Day in the Life of a Living Television, thirteen years ago.
All those tapes worked. The VCR at work just needed to have its heads cleaned. My initial assessment of what was on them was pretty accurate, so Dreams of a Dance and the other two untitled films* I was hoping to find aren't there, but a couple of things I really don't care about are. They all work now... as does, mysteriously enough, my VCR, which means that I'll be returning the new one I bought yesterday to replace this one unopened. I have to say that I've had this machine now for close to ten years and that's the first time it ever gave me trouble. I'm actually really happy that I don't have to replace it.
Well, I've seen them. I found A Day in the Life of a Living Television a hoot. It was a little disturbing to see myself so young (see above), but it was also really apparent how much fun we were having while making the film. It's primitive as all hell, and one moment has a gross continuity error that we didn't see until the film was first projected because we were cutting it on a tiny little 8mm editing machine - editing 16mm is hard, but editing 8mm is just ridiculous - but there's just so much going on, and I'll be frank, Trian's addition of the Mozart to it really gives the film a sweet momentum, and it somehow fit everything that happens on the screen without any editing. I don't know how that happened (it's like The Wizard of Oz/Dark Side of the Moon thing, I guess), but there it is.
Habeus Corpus was a little bit less quirky than I remember it being. It's certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, but it wasn't quite as funny as I remembered it being (or maybe what was funny to a couple of 21 year olds isn't quite as funny ten years later). It was a nifty little project, but ultimately that's all it was. I'm in that one two, for a few seconds. It was the only moments during the shooting that I wasn't wearing the cans for the Nagra, although for those two shots I did set up the sound before we took them. It's also annoying to hear a little in-joke that we used - a character's password is the name of the very professor who had this film footage and lost it.
As I mentioned earlier, Habeus Corpus was shot off of a Steinbeck, so it looks and sounds terrible. I think that it is somehow horribly fitting that I should be someone who owns the equivalent of a bootleg video of his own work. That's just weird.
* You know what? Untitled works of art... nah. I'd really rather be able to refer to these two films in a way that is more specific to what they were about than simply "the first untitled film" and "the second untitled film." We decided to allow these films to be untitled because we thought it would be cool, and now, years later, I am regretting that decision. Name your shit, folks. Really.