Jan. 15th, 2010

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Today, bullet points in honour of the return of [livejournal.com profile] febrile!
  • Speaking of [livejournal.com profile] febrile, his ears should've been burning a week ago today. I had just sat down to dinner with my friend M³ at Istanbul and had just a moment to concentrate on the music playing. "OMIGOD IT'S SERTAB ERENER!" I blurted, which led to me having to explain how it came about that my straight Okie actor friend ended up introducing me to a Eurovision-winning Turkish pop diva.
  • Speaking of Istanbul, the food was quite decent. The mücver was a bit odd--fried in big balls like falafel--but the pide was definitely a hit. They do a very tasty all-vegetable version. (The waiter asked me, "Are you sure you don't want any sucuk?" and I admit, even I was a bit surprised at myself.) M³ is all gung-ho now about having them cater a work lunch.
  • I happened to mention Dalida to a European coworker studying Arabic, and it set off a whole wave of nostalgia in her for the chansons of her youth. Yesterday, she presented me with two CDs burned from her LPs: Georges Moustaki and George(s) Brassens. Even [livejournal.com profile] monshu hadn't heard of the latter, but said coworker had already sent me a link to his "La parapluie".
  • In return I gave her a tafel (seems odd to say "bar" for something that's square) of Ritter Sport Spekulatius, their special flavour for Winter '09 and my personal crack of the moment. I thought my one precious tafel was all that was left, but Devon Market still has a stash; I think I may just have to return tonight or tomorrow and buy them out.
  • When I say "run" I really means "step gingerly", because this is when Chicago is at its most treacherous. It dipped down below freezing long enough last night to convert some of the meltwater on the sidewalks to invisibly thin sheets of ice that appear indistinguishable from harmless slicks. Also, the heaps of old snow are rapidly converting to whatever-[livejournal.com profile] febrile-decided-to-call-that-nasty-mix-of-névé-and-dirt.
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These glasses, I don't know what I'm going to do. One week, two adjustments, and I still don't think I'm getting the correction I paid good money for. It's annoying reminiscent of the last time I got new specs. Maybe my expectations are simply too high? For the first time in my life, I'm seriously considering giving contacts a try. I'm tired of having one small sweat spot in the middle of my visual field and increasing blurriness everywhere else. Maybe glasses technology just isn't particularly compatible with the shape of my eyes, or my face, or something?

Speaking of which, am I the only one wondering why said technology hasn't changed appreciably since I got my very first pair back in grade school? I don't mean the lenses--if I had this correction twenty years ago I'd've been stuck with coke bottle punts like my poor older brother--but the frames. Within seconds of putting on this pair, the left temple arm was rubbing uncomfortably. This is the same problem I've had with every pair of glasses ever, because it's still made of exactly the same stuff. Where is, I dunno, my high tech memory polymer or whatever? Anything but the same hard plastic that's so unforgiving I don't think they even make kids toys out of it any more.

Ironically, I'm considering trading these in for all-plastic frames. The metal ones look snazzy, but apparently both times the wonkiness was the result of them getting bent out of shape. And not because I dropped a book on them or wore them during a heavy lovemaking session either. It's all exacerbated by the fact that these are my first progressives (i.e. bifocals without the line). The staff all commended me for getting these despite the fact that the correction is so small (+1) that I don't really need it, which I take it to mean that most of their clientele for these things consists of baby boomers in denial. I'm not noticing much improvement with reading, but, boy, get them the least bit out of whack and it's a world of fuzziness and headaches.
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