June, July and August


We have visits from Bill, Sang Ok, and Dany, at the same time Maddy was visiting. 

Canoeing on the Concord River

Brie donated her hair for cancer wigs again

Below, the pets.  Dobie decides my backpack is his new kitty bed.  The pups dig out the AC unit to get at a chipmunk faster than I can jam rocks under it to keep it from collapsing on them.  Bear keeps trundling along despite being 16 years old (like 100 for a human). 


We did the Bob Willis memorial reunion at RPI.  Brad and Kathleen flew up, and we happened to have spare ticketts to events Friday night and Sunday night. 

Friday's was at the MFA, tickets to a French Science Fiction film as part of a series of French films they show because, if it's French, it must have culture leaking out of every frame.  We spend a little time wandering around the MFA first, and humorously enough, Kathleen's dress was almost indistinguishable from a Jackson Pollock mural they had on display.  We had dinner in the newly renovated MFA restaurant, the 465 bar, which didn't seem that different from the old Bravo restaurant, but continued to be spacious, quiet, and reasonable priced.


The film was ... a bit of a disppointment. It started off with a MFA staff member in front talking about a different French film they had just added to the lineup that was actually worth seeing, which gave me a bad feeling. Unlike our prior foray into the world of French cinema, this movie was in English, but the cast spoke with such heavy accents it was impossible to make out most of the dialog, which turned out to be the only saving grace of the movie.

Here's my synopsis:

High life starts with Robert Pattinson (the star of the Twilight films) working on the outside of a spaceship while a baby screams at high enough volume that you immediately want to leave.
He drops his wrench, which falls, because there is no gravity in space.

Re-entering the spaceship, he takes off a glove, which floats weightless at the end of a string. The string used the entire special effects budget of the film, so in the next sequence he explains that the ship is under constant acceleration giving it artificial gravity.

This is all interspersed with close ups of Pattinson looking pensive and anguished, foreshadowing what eventually becomes clear, that this movie is the end of his career.

Through awkward and unnecessary flashbacks, we find out he's a convict that was forced with a number of other convicts to take a four year trip on a starship to scoop energy up from a black hole, lead by a woman doctor who so clearly has a screw loose that you can immediately understand why they put her in charge of a multi billion dollar starship, represented in the movie by a Nordstrom's shoe box.

The convicts are on the spaceship to do an important job, take the drugs the doctor hands out like candy. There are no guards, but fortunately the convicts are all reasonable, agreeable people until they start killing everyone, presumably because the doctor ran out of drugs and they have nothing better to do.

At some point, the doctor artificially impregnates one of the female convicts with Pattinson's sperm, hoping to produce a child that will scream loudly enough at the beginning of the film to drive the audience away, a gambit that fails.

As they reach the black hole, one of the convicts kills the highly trained pilot who is intended to fly a small ship made out of tin foil in order to skim energy off the black hole's event horizon. The convict, probably because they found a way to end their role in the movie, jumps into the scoop-ship, which fortunately has a big red Staples "Easy" button as it's only control, and takes off. She dies when she runs into a molecular cloud which is floating around outside the black hole because black holes have no gravitational pull, causing her to crash into the black hole and die by spaghettification (which is a real word, look it up).

Everyone else dies, generally violently, with the exception of one convict who has the unusual ability to bury themselves alive, which they do in the hydroponic garden.

Pattinson and his daughter are the only survivors, and Pattinson sadly ejects the dead bodies out the airlock after carefully dressing them in spacesuits to prevent them from suffocating in space.

Now we flash forward to where Pattinson's daughter is in her mid teens because the writers apparently forgot it was a four year mission. They happen to cross paths with another Nordstrom's shoe box... I mean spaceship.

Pattinson boards it and finds that is is crewed by feral dogs that are eating one another, except for one small, cute, lonely looking puppy that his daughter begs him to bring back to their ship. Clearly deciding that, if his career has gone down the tubes on this movie, no one is going to have a happy ending, Pattinson leaves the puppy behind to be eaten by the other dogs because it might be "contaminated," one would assume by association with the movie.

At the end of the movie, they find another black hole conveniently located next to earth, where they have a 2001 kind of ending, except instead of ten minutes of dazzling special effects, all they can afford is a yellow fluorescent light set against black construction paper. The End.


Saturday, July 20th, Eric, Brad, Kathleen and I drove up to RPI where we did the standard activities; meet at Brown's to hoist one for the King, go to the Student Union and play games for a few hours, do dinner at Plum Blossom (one of the few restaurants I remember from my RPI days), stay overnight and drive back Sunday morning.


We had tickets to a cocktail class at Number 9 park; we'd invited Brie and Aidan (as a Christmas present), but somehow ended up with six tickets.  So Brad and Kathleen joined us.


Brie and Aidan flew out the first week in August to spend a week in Norway.  They came back with gorgeous pictures and a ring on Brie's finger.


And below, one of the several dozen Cicada wasps that settled in the front of our yard.  These things are the size of a thumb, but fortunately are not agressive (other than to Cicadas, who they paralyze and stuff full of eggs that will hatch and eat the still-living Cicada from the inside out). 


We did something crazy and took all the pets up to Rick and Elizabeth’s Maine cabin for the weekend… well, for Saturday, five hours up and five hours back with a truck full of dogs and Dobie. It worked out well, actually, and the pups loved running free around the campsite. They seemed to realize they could roam at will, which not only made them happy, it made them willing to come when called even when they were off the least.
 

Bear was more subdued but seemed to enjoy the trip. Dobie was miffed that he was stuck in the cabin the entire time, but adjusted quickly enough.

The cabin was rustic and high tech at the same time, with networking gear and televisions and robots scattered around an otherwise cottagee kind of cottage. There were board games and sitting on the deck and boating around (with the pups and Jayjay).

There was one caterpillar that looked like it came from outer space.


That Wednesday, we were back at the MFA for a concert in the central courtyard; we've gotten in the habit of getting tickets on the restaurant patio that overlooks the courtyard.  This was kind of funny... one of the bulbs that were strung overhead was flickering, and we were trying to decide if that was on purpose... that it was "art."  That sounds ridiculous, but one time we were in the restaurant and one of the large chandeliers hanging in the corridor outside the restaurant was flicking, and we'd had the exact same argument, and it turned out it was, indeed, intentional.  We didn't get an answer this time, so it remains a mystery. 


Friday we had dinner with Brie and Aidan at Brie's soon to be ex-apartment in East Boston, seeing a glorious sunset from her balcony and finding a hole-in-the-wall Veitnamese "Pho" restaurant that we will be visiting again.  Brie and Aidan are moving into a new apartment in Medford now that they are both employed in Boston.  Saturday, we drove down to Stamford, CT, to visit with Will, having dinner with some of his work buddies on the rooftop patio at his apartment complex.  We stayed overnight at the Marriot, but the trip was still a net win money wise as Nick and Will both gave us bottles of Lagavulin 16 year old scotch (my favorite). 

Another amusing story... we had breakfast with Will at the Stamford Diner, a very retro 50's style place, and Alison wanted to try one of those claw machines that takes dollar bills and never actually grabs anything.  I told her she was wasting a dollar... but she managed to snag a small rubber duck.
 

View from Brie's Balcony

Will and his friends Pete and Nick

Ellington Capital, where Will works