Hello and welcome to the week!
|Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes
Hanna and I were up late with friends last night drinking tea, eating biscuits, and watching the first installment of Stephen Moffet’s new venture, Sherlock
. I shall resist spoilers of the plot-related sort, but would like to observe that Martin Freeman is an excellent Watson, Benedict Cumberbatch sparkles as Holmes, and Rupert Graves plays a charmingly rumpled Lestrade. And the slash is really text, not subtext. Incase the previews left you in any doubt. We’re already looking forward to the second installment (and prematurely in withdrawal following the end of the third and final episode of the season).
It was awesome and then we were up ’til after midnight talking graduate school and fan fiction. Which was delicious, and we’re already looking forward to doing it again next week. But it left something to be desired on the good-night’s-sleep front, which means we rolled out of bed feeling a little bleary-eyed.
Something like this.
|photograph by hanna (2010-10-24)
Although I imagine we’ll get over it with enough coffee and intellectual puzzles to occupy our minds.
The all-too-short “weekend” (which for me consist of Saturday night through Sunday morning) was spent 1) shopping for my fall wardrobe at Goodwill, 2) discovering Rosenfeld’s Bagels
, 3) reading the first chapters of my ARC of Jennifer Pozner’s Reality Bites Back
(booknote to follow when I’ve finished it), and of course watching Sherlock
Rosenfeld’s is located out in Newton Center, about four miles west of where we live in Allston. We walked out there yesterday morning past Boston College, through Chestnut Hill and other old villages-cum-suburbs of Boston. Startlingly, this walk included passing the gothic-looking estate of Mary Baker Eddy’s historic home
. For some lovely photographs from along the way, see Hanna’s blog post today
The bagels were also very tasty.
We also ran into a teeny-tiny political rally outside the bagel shop; the Republican challenger to Barney Frank (who wants to dump Barney Frank?? seriously!) was on the corner in a bow tie and cream suit. I had a nearly overwhelming urge to conspicuously make out in front of them, just to be irritating. Hanna tells me this was perhaps a little mean-spirited of me. Is it really so bad that I get off on proving a point?
This has been a very eclectic post, and now I really must quit blogging and get some serious work done. Have a lovely week, everyone! Regular feminist-y blogging will resume as soon as I locate my brain.