Went and saw the UW Professional Actor/Director's Training Program's production of William Inge's Bus Stop. Four passengers and a driver stranded at a diner overnight due to a snowstorm: a night club singer, Cherie (Hazel Lozano/Tatiana Pavela); two cowboys from Montana, Virgil Blessing (Skye Edwards/Aaron Francis Cammack) and Bo Decker (AJ Friday/Skye Edwards), the latter of which has "abducted" Cherie to take her back to Montana and marry her; and Dr. Gerald Lyman, a three-time divorcee. The bus driver, Carl (Thomas Allen), takes up a relationship with the owner of the diner, Grace Hoylard (Jess Moss/Hazel Lozano), while Dr. Lyman (Richard Hesik), hits on the young waitress, Elma Duckworth (Tatiana Pavela/Jess Moss.) Cherie asks the Sheriff, Will Masters (Aaron Francis Cammack/AJ Friday), to protect her from Bo. The night wears on.
In the morning, the roads clear enough to leave: Dr. Lyman is outed, to Grace and later, Elma, to be a lecher; Cherie decides she will go to Montana afterall; and Virgil removes himself from the picture, saying that he has other offers. His character is the most ambiguous: did he harbor feelings for Bo? Did he hope to get lucky with Grace? Did he leave to give Bo a fighting chance at a life with Cherie? Didn't know. In the end, he's left out in the snow to wait for the next bus with no one to keep him company.
Upon leaving, one of the women behind me told her friend that she thought the play was dated. That doesn't bother me, if the story playing on the stage is believable, the actors believe in it, I'll go wherever they go, and live in their world (1950's Kansas), and this one was for me.
What was interesting about this production was that it was split in half, with Sean Ryan directing Act I and the first six pages of Act II; and Act II and III being directed by Malika Oyetimein. There was an overlap of the six pages in Act II. The same group of actors were cast in the two halves, but with the exception of the roles of Carl and Dr. Lyman, all the actors switched roles between the two halves, and the set was re-imagined. What struck me most about this performance, was the choices the actors made in playing the two different roles. How the characters were very distinct between the two halves, and didn't seem influenced by the other actor's interpretation of the same role (and obviously they saw it, they were all in rehearsals together.) I was impressed with how well they held their vision of each character. And I think the outcome would have felt different had the casting not shifted, for instance, Cherie in the first half was classy and could sing and you could imagine she worked at a Jazz club; while Cherie in the second half was more bawdy and could not sing, and you could imagine her club was more about showing off her wares. Going to Montana for the first would be more of a loss since she had talent, and where would she use that on a ranch? For the second, it would be the opportunity to start over and have a new life, since working in the club wasn't any calling, just a way to pay the bills. So deciding suddenly to agree to go with Bo, made more sense for the second version of Cherie.
I liked it. I liked the second casting more, but I think that might have to do with the first Act being more of a set-up for the rest of the play, and the action taking place in the second half. Cool experiment.
(I'm catching up on the four posts I've started and haven't had the energy to finish, so apologies for not being very concise.)
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Onto the next thing
Feeling sick to my stomach most of the day. In the morning, I went for a long walk to make the most of the sun, to see what birds have come, (so many birds, and when I walked to the shore for a closer look, they swam over, expecting to be fed) and to work on the memorization of a monologue.
Later at clown group, I think we have a start on a few things. The show feels very soon. Once home, I had to force myself to go out again, had a ticket to a (final, I think) Beckett show. This one more based on inspiration than an actual Beckett play. And as such, and because it was physical/clown, and because it had some hope in it, I probably liked it the best of the bunch. Not all the dialogue worked for me, and again, there was more hope and redemption involved, so, not necessarily as true to Beckett, and there seemed to be more a sense of cause and effect...at any rate, possibly because of all these things, I found myself more involved in what happened. And while I didn't necessarily laugh, (a lot of the audience did), I did find that I cared what happened to the characters, and I liked the way it was staged. (And since I felt sick the whole time, I was glad it was relatively short and I could come back home to curl up again.)
I was late arriving. The bus had to wait at an early stop. A man had entered the bus, I'm not sure what was going on with him, but he kept trying to sit on the driver, had difficulty maneuvering himself about, at one point his pants dropped down to his ankles, and I saw the driver's hand point, presumably to pull them back on, which he eventually did. He was finally able to find his way to a seat and sit down after about five minutes of this. Not dressed for the weather at all, wearing just a couple of thin shirts and the pants. The bus plowed forward, to make up the time. At any rate, I wasn't the only one late for the show, about five others. They held the start.
What possessed me to go find frozen yogurt when I got of the bus, every storefront I pass darkened for the evening, though it's not yet 10 pm, already shivering from the cold air, is beyond me. The shop is open, and I, the sole customer. I walk home carrying it in un-gloved hands, no chance of it melting. Perhaps it will settle my stomach.
Looking up as I near my house, the sky is magnificent. So clear. So many stars.
Later at clown group, I think we have a start on a few things. The show feels very soon. Once home, I had to force myself to go out again, had a ticket to a (final, I think) Beckett show. This one more based on inspiration than an actual Beckett play. And as such, and because it was physical/clown, and because it had some hope in it, I probably liked it the best of the bunch. Not all the dialogue worked for me, and again, there was more hope and redemption involved, so, not necessarily as true to Beckett, and there seemed to be more a sense of cause and effect...at any rate, possibly because of all these things, I found myself more involved in what happened. And while I didn't necessarily laugh, (a lot of the audience did), I did find that I cared what happened to the characters, and I liked the way it was staged. (And since I felt sick the whole time, I was glad it was relatively short and I could come back home to curl up again.)
I was late arriving. The bus had to wait at an early stop. A man had entered the bus, I'm not sure what was going on with him, but he kept trying to sit on the driver, had difficulty maneuvering himself about, at one point his pants dropped down to his ankles, and I saw the driver's hand point, presumably to pull them back on, which he eventually did. He was finally able to find his way to a seat and sit down after about five minutes of this. Not dressed for the weather at all, wearing just a couple of thin shirts and the pants. The bus plowed forward, to make up the time. At any rate, I wasn't the only one late for the show, about five others. They held the start.
What possessed me to go find frozen yogurt when I got of the bus, every storefront I pass darkened for the evening, though it's not yet 10 pm, already shivering from the cold air, is beyond me. The shop is open, and I, the sole customer. I walk home carrying it in un-gloved hands, no chance of it melting. Perhaps it will settle my stomach.
Looking up as I near my house, the sky is magnificent. So clear. So many stars.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Thursday
Woke up a little off-balance. It's either my inner ear, or from carrying a bag on the one side, with too much weight in it. Concerned about getting vertigo again, so I'm home. I should go have someone work on my back.
Went to go see "The Invisible Hand," by Ayad Akhtar at ACT last night. I've also been reading "Fast Food Nation," by Eric Schlosser. On the surface, they might not seem like they have much to do with each other, but as I think of one it triggers thoughts about the other. Both dealing with how both money and power corrupt. The "Invisible Hand" is about an American banker who is kidnapped in Pakistan and held for a $10 million ransom. Early on, he says they got the wrong man, that who they really wanted was his boss, but is also so proud of his ability to make money trading and manipulating the markets that he brags about how it was really himself that did all the work, that his boss was an idiot. As the story goes on, he says that if they can set up for him the ability to trade (futures) he will make the ransom money. They allow this, and in the process he teaches his captor everything he knows. He also talks a lot about manipulating currency, and how it's not a good bet because you can't determine when the next crisis will occur. His captor plays dumb, but hears everything.
By the end, the captor has moved the accounts on an excuse of not being tracked, and we find out that he caused a crisis (setting off a bomb in the meeting of the central bank) in order to devalue the rupee and in the process made himself $25 million. He has also caused riots/killings in the streets, and hopes that this will cause the overthrow of the government. The streets outside are "running in blood." The American seems stunned by all this, so proud of his ability to manipulate financial markets, he never considered the outcome of those actions on societies, on governments, on actual people. He is a man without morals. I kinda' expected the captor to kill him at that point, since he no longer needs him, but he sets him free and drops money (in dollars) in front of him. Comments that he was hooked on money when they made the first $700,000 in ten minutes. And in the end, I was left wondering, if they knew exactly who it was they had kidnapped, or if they just got lucky.
Schlosser's book deals with the growth of the fast-food industry, mostly in America. Yes, there are the health effects, but even more so, manipulation, deregulation, how those who have the most to gain, essentially rig the system in their favor, working for defunding the agencies that would regulate their safety (OSHA, and Worker's Comp, in the case of the slaughterhouses), and using government programs that were designed to help small businesses, to make themselves richer. Everything, in service to making more money, for those with the power, not much for anyone else. Money is no longer a symbol of trade; profit is the only thing that matters. Money is king.
The idea of the "Invisible Hand" is that markets will regulate themselves, because everyone working for their own self-interest will somehow keep it stable, and create an unforeseen common good. It's based on an Adam Smith quote, and Nick (the American) explains that to his captor (Bashir). When they did their initial futures manipulation, all trading stopped after 10 minutes, because the irregularity was noticed, but Bashir is later able to manipulate the system to overthrow a government and make himself rich. Maybe in theory that idea works, but how true does it remain when at best you have an uneven playing field, and at worst you have very few players making all the decisions, and tipping the table evermore in their own favor? At some point, everyone else is losing.
Gonna test this dizziness out by walking to the store, really want sugar, and currently out of fruit. Don't know how long I'll stay with this, losing too much weight. Need to eat a lot more when you cut out all those calorie-dense foods (sugar, wheat, dairy.) And the main differences I'm noticing are energy levels and sleep, not sure if there are any intolerances there.
Went to go see "The Invisible Hand," by Ayad Akhtar at ACT last night. I've also been reading "Fast Food Nation," by Eric Schlosser. On the surface, they might not seem like they have much to do with each other, but as I think of one it triggers thoughts about the other. Both dealing with how both money and power corrupt. The "Invisible Hand" is about an American banker who is kidnapped in Pakistan and held for a $10 million ransom. Early on, he says they got the wrong man, that who they really wanted was his boss, but is also so proud of his ability to make money trading and manipulating the markets that he brags about how it was really himself that did all the work, that his boss was an idiot. As the story goes on, he says that if they can set up for him the ability to trade (futures) he will make the ransom money. They allow this, and in the process he teaches his captor everything he knows. He also talks a lot about manipulating currency, and how it's not a good bet because you can't determine when the next crisis will occur. His captor plays dumb, but hears everything.
By the end, the captor has moved the accounts on an excuse of not being tracked, and we find out that he caused a crisis (setting off a bomb in the meeting of the central bank) in order to devalue the rupee and in the process made himself $25 million. He has also caused riots/killings in the streets, and hopes that this will cause the overthrow of the government. The streets outside are "running in blood." The American seems stunned by all this, so proud of his ability to manipulate financial markets, he never considered the outcome of those actions on societies, on governments, on actual people. He is a man without morals. I kinda' expected the captor to kill him at that point, since he no longer needs him, but he sets him free and drops money (in dollars) in front of him. Comments that he was hooked on money when they made the first $700,000 in ten minutes. And in the end, I was left wondering, if they knew exactly who it was they had kidnapped, or if they just got lucky.
Schlosser's book deals with the growth of the fast-food industry, mostly in America. Yes, there are the health effects, but even more so, manipulation, deregulation, how those who have the most to gain, essentially rig the system in their favor, working for defunding the agencies that would regulate their safety (OSHA, and Worker's Comp, in the case of the slaughterhouses), and using government programs that were designed to help small businesses, to make themselves richer. Everything, in service to making more money, for those with the power, not much for anyone else. Money is no longer a symbol of trade; profit is the only thing that matters. Money is king.
The idea of the "Invisible Hand" is that markets will regulate themselves, because everyone working for their own self-interest will somehow keep it stable, and create an unforeseen common good. It's based on an Adam Smith quote, and Nick (the American) explains that to his captor (Bashir). When they did their initial futures manipulation, all trading stopped after 10 minutes, because the irregularity was noticed, but Bashir is later able to manipulate the system to overthrow a government and make himself rich. Maybe in theory that idea works, but how true does it remain when at best you have an uneven playing field, and at worst you have very few players making all the decisions, and tipping the table evermore in their own favor? At some point, everyone else is losing.
Gonna test this dizziness out by walking to the store, really want sugar, and currently out of fruit. Don't know how long I'll stay with this, losing too much weight. Need to eat a lot more when you cut out all those calorie-dense foods (sugar, wheat, dairy.) And the main differences I'm noticing are energy levels and sleep, not sure if there are any intolerances there.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Snowy Saturday Night
Finally got the snow I was waiting for. Left the house at 1 pm to make a 2 pm showing of A Great Wilderness playing at the Rep, barely made it. It was sunny and cold. Stayed for the talk-back after. (Had mixed feelings based on comments regarding show prior to seeing it. Chose this performance because there was a post-play discussion. Originally was watching it with those criticisms in mind, but then thought about it from the discussion. It was powerful...I'll probably write more later, because I wrote alot about it earlier in a journal.) It was the third world premiere this season (Bo-Nita and The Hound of the Baskervilles being the other two.)
Later, I was sitting in Dick's Drive-In waiting for it to be time to go to a movie across the street at SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival) Cinema and writing, and finally walked outside and was surprised that it was snowing. Didn't seem like it would stick, but by the time the movie was over, it had. There's 1/2" to 1" at my house already.
The film was the documentary Walking the Camino at 7 pm, which also had a Q&A. I pretty much just needed it for my soul. The filmmaker did a wonderful job with capturing emotional experiences, the doubts, the injuries, the community, and the hardships of doing it. Before the film played she asked how many people had walked it, and then how many wanted to. Most people raised their hands for the latter. After the film was over, she asked again, and less hands went up. It's a tough thing to do, but it was the most meaningful/important decision I've ever made. (And I miss Spain.) Taking Meisner this year might be the second. Both experiences have been that profound and life-changing.
Anyway, no busses came through the tunnel going my way for over an hour-and-a-half. (I left the theatre just before 9 pm, and didn't catch a bus northbound until 10:47.) I eventually walked up to the street and caught one. Someone originally thought it was because the busses needed to chain up, but then said it was because people had abandoned cars or something. The bus I finally caught didn't seem to have any issues and was on schedule. My toes were freezing. Wore the wrong shoes for snow. Pretty though.
Later, I was sitting in Dick's Drive-In waiting for it to be time to go to a movie across the street at SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival) Cinema and writing, and finally walked outside and was surprised that it was snowing. Didn't seem like it would stick, but by the time the movie was over, it had. There's 1/2" to 1" at my house already.
The film was the documentary Walking the Camino at 7 pm, which also had a Q&A. I pretty much just needed it for my soul. The filmmaker did a wonderful job with capturing emotional experiences, the doubts, the injuries, the community, and the hardships of doing it. Before the film played she asked how many people had walked it, and then how many wanted to. Most people raised their hands for the latter. After the film was over, she asked again, and less hands went up. It's a tough thing to do, but it was the most meaningful/important decision I've ever made. (And I miss Spain.) Taking Meisner this year might be the second. Both experiences have been that profound and life-changing.
Anyway, no busses came through the tunnel going my way for over an hour-and-a-half. (I left the theatre just before 9 pm, and didn't catch a bus northbound until 10:47.) I eventually walked up to the street and caught one. Someone originally thought it was because the busses needed to chain up, but then said it was because people had abandoned cars or something. The bus I finally caught didn't seem to have any issues and was on schedule. My toes were freezing. Wore the wrong shoes for snow. Pretty though.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Obedience experiments
Cannot figure out where this mildew smell is coming from. Pretty strong. I'll probably need to move. Crap. (I don't have time to move. Or the money. Or a car.)
One of the coffee shops I like is closing on Friday. Their lease is up, and they don't have another space, Star Life on the Oasis. Went there to read before going to see a play at the University. Had an avocado/green apple/pineapple/lime smoothie, which was surprisingly good.
The play was a preview of "Reading to Vegetables," written by EM Lewis, and directed by Tina Polzin (second year directing student.) From the director's note in the play program, it's "a play about ethics, responsibility, and the fine line between right and wrong. It exists in a world without regulations where humans can be the rats in an experiment. It asks us to question our own role; to think about the choices we've been making. We talk about moral decisions like there's a clear right and wrong, but they are complex, and I think we need to be continually reminded to actively listen to our decisions and their consequences so that we don't repeat them."
Watching it, I couldn't help but continually think, "This can't happen now. This is so unethical." Since this is the world premiere of this, I'm hoping some of the dialogue gets tweaked. The character Ken Schaefer has a lot of gratuitous dialogue about coffee that feels clunky. And the job interview felt like it needed more dialogue. It felt unexplained and sudden. But I like the concept, and the actors were good overall.
The subject matter was interesting, the idea of going after a goal regardless of the consequences, the act of obedience, and at what point do you take responsibility for what happened. I think I read somewhere that this was based on the Milgram experiment of the 1960's where study participants were being tested on their willingness to obey an authority figure even if that went against their own conscience. The participants gave electric shocks (or believed they did) to someone they couldn't see every time they answered a question wrong, and the shocks increased in intensity the more wrong answers there were. The actual person on the "receiving" end was an actor and would pound on the walls as the shocks increased. There were recorded screams for each shock as well. Even when they tried to question the safety of the receiver, the shockers were told to continue and that they wouldn't be held responsible. Most of them did continue, but were shaken by the experience (of causing harm to someone else.) Although, none went to see the state of the receiver without receiving permission first.
This is a quote from Milgram in 1974: "Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process. Moreover, even when the destructive effects of their work become patently clear, and they are asked to carry out actions incompatible with fundamental standards of morality, relatively few people have the resources needed to resist authority" -Milgram, Stanley (1974). "The Perils of Obedience". Harper's Magazine. Archived from the original on 2011-05-14. Abridged and adapted from Obedience to Authority. (I found this on Wikipedia.)
Amanda Hilson as Beth Mills and Christopher Donoghue as Tom Linkowski stood out for me in this. I think this might be the same cohort of actors I saw in the Tennesee Williams shorts last year. It's a 3-year graduate program, haven't seen any of the other years, I don't think. Runs through Feb 9.
No pictures: rained all day.
One of the coffee shops I like is closing on Friday. Their lease is up, and they don't have another space, Star Life on the Oasis. Went there to read before going to see a play at the University. Had an avocado/green apple/pineapple/lime smoothie, which was surprisingly good.
The play was a preview of "Reading to Vegetables," written by EM Lewis, and directed by Tina Polzin (second year directing student.) From the director's note in the play program, it's "a play about ethics, responsibility, and the fine line between right and wrong. It exists in a world without regulations where humans can be the rats in an experiment. It asks us to question our own role; to think about the choices we've been making. We talk about moral decisions like there's a clear right and wrong, but they are complex, and I think we need to be continually reminded to actively listen to our decisions and their consequences so that we don't repeat them."
Watching it, I couldn't help but continually think, "This can't happen now. This is so unethical." Since this is the world premiere of this, I'm hoping some of the dialogue gets tweaked. The character Ken Schaefer has a lot of gratuitous dialogue about coffee that feels clunky. And the job interview felt like it needed more dialogue. It felt unexplained and sudden. But I like the concept, and the actors were good overall.
The subject matter was interesting, the idea of going after a goal regardless of the consequences, the act of obedience, and at what point do you take responsibility for what happened. I think I read somewhere that this was based on the Milgram experiment of the 1960's where study participants were being tested on their willingness to obey an authority figure even if that went against their own conscience. The participants gave electric shocks (or believed they did) to someone they couldn't see every time they answered a question wrong, and the shocks increased in intensity the more wrong answers there were. The actual person on the "receiving" end was an actor and would pound on the walls as the shocks increased. There were recorded screams for each shock as well. Even when they tried to question the safety of the receiver, the shockers were told to continue and that they wouldn't be held responsible. Most of them did continue, but were shaken by the experience (of causing harm to someone else.) Although, none went to see the state of the receiver without receiving permission first.
This is a quote from Milgram in 1974: "Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process. Moreover, even when the destructive effects of their work become patently clear, and they are asked to carry out actions incompatible with fundamental standards of morality, relatively few people have the resources needed to resist authority" -Milgram, Stanley (1974). "The Perils of Obedience". Harper's Magazine. Archived from the original on 2011-05-14. Abridged and adapted from Obedience to Authority. (I found this on Wikipedia.)
Amanda Hilson as Beth Mills and Christopher Donoghue as Tom Linkowski stood out for me in this. I think this might be the same cohort of actors I saw in the Tennesee Williams shorts last year. It's a 3-year graduate program, haven't seen any of the other years, I don't think. Runs through Feb 9.
No pictures: rained all day.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Chance of snow
Fighting off a virus, watching the very bright blue sky, feeling the sun reflect from the windows across the way onto me and wondering if it will snow today.
I need to come up with a task related to something I'm passionate about, that keeps me from being "a girl of summer," which my character is not. Food. Cooking. Travel. Art. Photography and performance art, in particular. Spain. Nature, in particular birds. Plants, trees, medicinal nature of things. Religion/spirituality/philosophy. Singing and music. Storytelling. Food and justice issues. Altruism and the finding of common ground. Books/reading/writing. I'm sure there are others. Last night I was like, "I don't know: nothing." What would make a good engrossing task? What would keep me out of trouble, keep me from being a "summer girl?" Ah...and what am I wearing? Need rehearsal clothes.
We're not getting into context of the play at this point, but when I was in college, I did another scene from this playwright (N. Richard Nash), and on the surface she's a similar type of no-nonsense (Katharine Hepburn played Lizzie Curry in the Rainmaker) character. (That would be the other time I kissed someone on stage, a friend of mine, a man that time...and only once.) It's actually a kinda' cool transformation for the character (the "I'm pretty" scene, she sees her value through an outsider's eyes), but at the time I just thought it was corny.
It will be at or below freezing all week which is cold for here. I have to sing tonight, should probably not wish for snow...still, I do.
I need to come up with a task related to something I'm passionate about, that keeps me from being "a girl of summer," which my character is not. Food. Cooking. Travel. Art. Photography and performance art, in particular. Spain. Nature, in particular birds. Plants, trees, medicinal nature of things. Religion/spirituality/philosophy. Singing and music. Storytelling. Food and justice issues. Altruism and the finding of common ground. Books/reading/writing. I'm sure there are others. Last night I was like, "I don't know: nothing." What would make a good engrossing task? What would keep me out of trouble, keep me from being a "summer girl?" Ah...and what am I wearing? Need rehearsal clothes.
We're not getting into context of the play at this point, but when I was in college, I did another scene from this playwright (N. Richard Nash), and on the surface she's a similar type of no-nonsense (Katharine Hepburn played Lizzie Curry in the Rainmaker) character. (That would be the other time I kissed someone on stage, a friend of mine, a man that time...and only once.) It's actually a kinda' cool transformation for the character (the "I'm pretty" scene, she sees her value through an outsider's eyes), but at the time I just thought it was corny.
It will be at or below freezing all week which is cold for here. I have to sing tonight, should probably not wish for snow...still, I do.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Sunday-for the practice of it
It took an hour-and-a-half to get home this afternoon. It took half-an-hour to get from Seattle Center to Downtown (should be about ten minutes), partially it was Hempfest traffic, and partially it was lots of confused people who weren't sure if they wanted to get on the bus, didn't know how to pay for bus, and were confused about transfers. The bus driver was in a good mood though. Mostly I wanted to get home because I wanted to change my clothes; my t-shirt smelt like fried squid (I know because I'm the one that cooked it) but I hadn't realized it when I grabbed it, and the rest of my outfit was partial clown. The bathrooms were being cleaned, there wasn't anywhere to change...it's kinda' cute, except the tights. When I got home the entire house smelt like old, fried fish. No gain there. It's been three weeks since class ended, felt really out of practice. I think we should meet more than once-a-month, (today was for something else) but it's hard to get the on-going committment: I know people are busy, have other priorities. It is fun though. Acting, too. In both you get to do things, express things, explore parts of yourself, or parts that have nothing to do with you...all things you generally don't get to do in everyday life. It feels so good to shout and to laugh like a maniac; to not hold my tongue, but not actually hurt someone, because it's not real. And there's joy in being a fool. (And there's that external permission I still need...and I'm still receiving it, from teachers, directors, and fellow travellers...I need a lot right now, I've been pretty out of my comfort zone all summer.)
Wow, it's almost 8 pm. Got a lot I still need to get done today, first being to find clothes that still smell clean.
Wow, it's almost 8 pm. Got a lot I still need to get done today, first being to find clothes that still smell clean.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Persistance
My fingers are sticking to the keyboard. Ick. Says it's only 60% humidity, but everything feels sticky. The air-conditioning was on and the windows were open on the bus, which thankfully travelled at freeway speeds; that offered some relief. But as I read, my hands still stuck to the book that I held.
Finally was able to find copy of play I was looking for at the Central Library.
At first it didn't look like I would be able to check it out, said that it was "in-library use only, " but the first reference librarian said to go ask upstairs anyway, and the second librarian found a copy in an anthology that I could check out. I need to spend more time up there, lots of theatre stuff. Walked the stairs down to the exit, every section smelling slightly different than the last, the result of different papers? glues? storage sites? So excited to get to the exit, I almost walked out without checking the book out. I've been pretty spacey all day, almost walked in front of a bus earlier, because I only actually bothered to check traffic in one direction on a two-way street before crossing. I was late for rehearsal.
Oh, so much more work to do! I think I now have a little bit more figured out, but my energy level needs to go up to about a five or a six...it was hovering at two or three. It'll happen. Got a lot of internal work to do still, but we have all week off, and then 20 hours the following week and then we are at tech week. Shit. That's soon. After tomorrow, that's all I'm doing, besides work. I have singing and a clown thing tomorrow, and then a singing rehearsal for a performance I'm still iffy about, on Monday (that's usually only 1 1/2 hours, and we've done all the music before.) Our scene is the most physical, I think we have the blocking now, we could rehearse on our own, and we will at some point this week. I had both air-conditioners blasting, but we had layers and layers of winter clothing on...everything was drenched. I think my jacket is good for 10-20 degrees for warmth, so, really warm in 70 + degrees, moving around.
They tore out all the street roses near the bus stop. I loved the way they smelt. Now it's just a pile of dirt. Ah, progress. Time to finish reading the play and to write a life. Ciao.
Hmm. I have no upper singing range. None. Interesting.
Finally was able to find copy of play I was looking for at the Central Library.
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| Central Library/L Herlevi 2013 |
Oh, so much more work to do! I think I now have a little bit more figured out, but my energy level needs to go up to about a five or a six...it was hovering at two or three. It'll happen. Got a lot of internal work to do still, but we have all week off, and then 20 hours the following week and then we are at tech week. Shit. That's soon. After tomorrow, that's all I'm doing, besides work. I have singing and a clown thing tomorrow, and then a singing rehearsal for a performance I'm still iffy about, on Monday (that's usually only 1 1/2 hours, and we've done all the music before.) Our scene is the most physical, I think we have the blocking now, we could rehearse on our own, and we will at some point this week. I had both air-conditioners blasting, but we had layers and layers of winter clothing on...everything was drenched. I think my jacket is good for 10-20 degrees for warmth, so, really warm in 70 + degrees, moving around.
They tore out all the street roses near the bus stop. I loved the way they smelt. Now it's just a pile of dirt. Ah, progress. Time to finish reading the play and to write a life. Ciao.
Hmm. I have no upper singing range. None. Interesting.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Very wet Saturday
Just made it home in between deluges. Started to dump rain again as I walked up the stairs into the house. It was sunny, but cold, when I left. Went to the library to see if a book of plays had come in, but it hadn't, yet. I want to understand better a play I saw recently, thought it would help to read it, didn't entirely get why one of the character's speaking style changed mid-play, was wondering about the choice of that, or if it was written into the script. Also, curious if there was a symbolic meaning to it all. And then went to credit union to see if my tax return had deposited yet, nope. I need to be a bit more organized, I received a new debit card recently, but for the life of me, I can't find it now.
Ran into former housemates at the farmer's market just before the rain began. I was stopping to buy an empanada and nettles. Ducked into a church when the rain started and scrubbed down some walls. I had said I would earlier. Trying to follow through with things I'm capable of doing. People always try to get me to make phone calls as an easy thing to do, except for me, I'd rather have a camera shoved up my nose again then cold call people. I will put it off until I can't anymore. So, if you're reading this and I was supposed to call you, I'm sorry. It's totally me, not you. At any rate, I smell like ammonia now, from cleaning, so am off to wash my hair and another load of laundry.
Ran into former housemates at the farmer's market just before the rain began. I was stopping to buy an empanada and nettles. Ducked into a church when the rain started and scrubbed down some walls. I had said I would earlier. Trying to follow through with things I'm capable of doing. People always try to get me to make phone calls as an easy thing to do, except for me, I'd rather have a camera shoved up my nose again then cold call people. I will put it off until I can't anymore. So, if you're reading this and I was supposed to call you, I'm sorry. It's totally me, not you. At any rate, I smell like ammonia now, from cleaning, so am off to wash my hair and another load of laundry.
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