Last night as we headed toward Oakland to attend Cirque du Soleil Saltimbanco show at the Petersen Events Center, this happened:
My husband, into his iPhone: “Petersen Events Center.”
Siri: “I’m sorry. I can’t find any events in Peterson.”
Me: “What are you doing?”
Husband: “Trying to pull up a map around the event center. I want to see which side streets are around it and maybe find some on-street parking.”
Husband, into iPhone: “Where is the Petersen Events Center?”
Siri: “I’m sorry. I can’t find that, but I did find …”
Siri went on to list a bunch of doctors and dentists named Peterson.
Husband, into phone: “Orale tu putisima –“
Siri: “I’m sorry. I don’t understand –“
Me: [taking phone from Husband] “Let me try. Maybe Siri doesn’t understand your accent. (Into phone) Siri, where is the Petersen Events Center?”
Siri: “I’m sorry. I cant find that, but I did find …”
Me: “Oh, forget it. “
I pulled out my HTC Evo 4G LTE and pressed the navigation icon.
Me, into phone: “Petersen Events Center.”
Evo: “Navigating to the Petersen Events Center.”
Me, to husband: “Bam.”
Husband: “Orale tu putisima –“
Me: “Say focus for me.”
The moral of this story is this, John Malkovich: Siri is pretty much useless.
Also, regarding Saltimbanco. It is exactly what you expect from a Cirque show:
1. The sudden feeling that you’re stuck in an Edward Scissorhands dream or a Tim Burton dream or a Tim Burton-directed Edward Scissorhands dream. So much weird stuff that doesn’t make any sense ever, but it doesn’t need to because … ART.
2. At least five spots in the show where you will sit with your jaw hanging open, unbelieving the very things you are seeing. The juggler? WHAT!?
3. At least two spots where the clowns, in this case the best mime in the world, have you in tears with laughter.
4. At least one act that starts out and for the first minute you’re like, “That’s IT?!” but then two minutes later you’re sitting there stunned with your mouth agape unbelieving the very things you are seeing.
If you go, tell the Asian girl that balanced on her chin that I said, “WHAT?!”