I've had so many ideas for blog posts going through my head lately, but I havn't had time to write them down. Argh! Why is it that time and inspiration never seem to arrive on the same train?
In the meantime I'll just give you a quick rundown of the weeknd, and try to squeeze in some of the philosophical stuff later this week.
Friday the Pirate came. Over. Came over. Yeah, that's what I meant. We saw For Your Consideration at the Watershed. Good flick. I've enjoyed Christopher Guest's other films, so I wasn't worried about this this one. It's a satire of the American entertainment industry. I think you'll find it amusing. It's only 90 minutes long, but I spent 88 of them laughing out loud. The Pirate enjoyed it, too, after he figured out we weren't seeing Hot Fuzz. Go watch it, and if you like it, go out and rent Best in Show, Waiting for Guffman, and A Mighty Wind.
Saturday we had to head into London again, so the P could spend an hour in the nets at Lord's, practicing for his upcoming cricket tour of India. (He leaves this Friday.) It's a bit of a pisser, though, to spend 2 1/2 hours in the car each way for 1 hour of activity, so after his practice session we stopped at Kew Gardens on the way out of town. I had never been before, but it was better than I ever imagined. Clean, well-kept botanical specimins with not a sign of infection or infestation anywhere, and not a branch, limb, or leaf out of place. There is a special exhibition on called Intensely Tropical (not very original) that's a display of orchids and bromeliads. Now, I've worked in the tropical plant industry, I've managed warehouses FULL of orchids and bromos (as they're known in the biz), AND I've lived in a tropical rainforest for 3 months, and this blew even my socks off. It is absolutely spectacular. Go. Go RIGHT NOW. You have never seen anything like this ever in your life.
That evening we came back to Brizzle and had dinner with friend of the Pirate's at Krishna's Inn, one of my fav currie restaurants in England. Try the Lamb and Spinach, it's to die for.
Sunday was a blast. We went ape. (Click the link, watch the vid.) It was like a giant playground junglegym for silly, athletic grown-ups. So, perfect for us really. The disappointing bit was that we were stuck behind some really really slow, scared people, and the nature of the course is such that overtaking is nearly impossible. We still managed to pass 5 other people though. There are tarzan ropes and cargo nets and swining logs and mad long zip lines. It was a blast. And there was still snow on the ground in the Forest of Dean, so between obstacles we pelted each other with snowballs. I finally feel like I've had winter.
Right now I'm eating a home made mixed berry chocolate yoghurt smoothie.
After a long, trying ordeal in search of a pub serving food we ended up at Clifton Sausage, where we had a long, emotional, in-depth conversation about our philosophical differences. There was no resolution, nor will there ever be. I will never agree that there is a god, that this god created the world, which eventually fell into moral decay, and that the best way to remedy this was to knock up a poor, Palestinian Jewish girl. The Pirate will never agree that science can teach us far more about the nature of the world than spirituality, and that it is perfectly possible to live a happy, meaningfull existence without confidence in a blissful, divine hereafter or threat of eternal suffering. But here's the thing: I asked him way back when if he could accept our philosophical differences, if he could love me and live with me, knowing that I don't and never will agree with him on this point, and he said he honestly didn't know. Last night I asked him the same question again, and he said "yes." I can't wait to give the same answer to one of his questions.