(title for today’s post courtesy of Matt [onetonman])
So I must share a dream I had last night. I dreamt my papa and I visited Fidel Castro at the Cuban embassy (presumably in Ottawa). It was clear he and I and my papa had all met before as we were welcomed right into his bedroom! The bedroom was glass-walled on three sides and Fidel was hanging in his pajamas in bed.
In the night table beside the bed were small boxes (shoebox-sized) which contained piles of envelopes from people who he corresponded with. My dad was particularly interested in one of these boxes, marked “Lovers” on the side with a yellow post-it note.
(Course, why Fidel would be labelling boxes in english not spanish is a mute point … it is a dream)
The other boxes had “Political” written on them and “Che”. There were two smaller boxes as well, but I can’t remember what they said. The purpose of our visit was to get Fidel’s love letters as my papa was going to edit and publish them. There was a tacit understanding among us all that Fidel was going to pass on and it would be best to have these letters into papa’s hands for safe keeping so that they did not go missing after his death.
With me still? ….
Anyway, at that point the wind kicked up outside Fidel’s glass-walled bedroom and he sprung from his bed and ran across to the curtains (they were yellow with a floral pattern in red) and shook them vigorously. A squirrel jumped outside and Fidel seemed content it was the wind or this squirrel and not (presumably) some US agent coming to capture him.
He settled back into bed then, and motioned for me to grab the shoebox of letters, which I did.
(then I woke up) …
….. Now, why on earth am I dreaming about Fidel’s love letters? ….
Tuesday’s food: Crepes Manicotti
This was day two of gourmet week and I made manicotti crepes. But, I thought these were just okay, not spectacular by a long shot. So hmmmm do I blame myself as chef? Or the recipe I used? They need some umpfth to them … either a whack more cheese or a ton of garlic. Though, I must say I do like the crepes concept vs. traditional tube pasta. It makes for a much lighter meal.
I just finished watching this fine Korean movie now. It is sort of like Karate Kid (but with umpteen times more violence). Poor Byungtae keeps getting pummeled by kids in his school until he comes across the mysterious Ponsu who teaches him the art of fighting (including the use of coins … now only if his aim were better). This is Shin Han-sol’s first kick at directing and – judging by this movie – we’ve got more good things coming. I felt it was beautiful shot (watch for the road scenes). Jae Han, playing Byungtae, is great at acting with simple facial gestures and looks, which is a real skill. Baek Yoon-shik, as the mysterious Ponsu, plays the fighting mentor with a sorted past hinted at but never revealed. There is a good deal of comedy sprinkled throughout, like when Byungtae reads to use whatever is at hand to your advantage when fighting and opts for a fluorescent blub (still in it’s fixture) and one ragtag bully ends up cutting his partner in crime while fighting. The ending is initially sad but saved under Han-sol’s hand. This film has been on the Korean Top Ten list of films since its release Jan 3rd. Not for kids, very violent.
Tomorrow night’s movie at Brent’s will be the 2004 Taiwanese sleeper, Formula 17, a gay coming-of-age story.