28 November 2005
This May Cause Rioting
I almost received a beheading recently when I mentioned to my friends that I thought the 3rd Harry Potter movie was better than the 4th. Hey, I liked the 4th movie, it was exciting and beautiful, Ron and Harry continue to become better actors (poor Emma Watson. . .someday her time will come), and Robbie Coltrane is my hero. Seriously, though, I just watched Prisoner of Azkaban again, and it's totally got Goblet of Fire beat all over the place. It has what feels like a complete plot, with the proper amount of exposition, suspense, and build, and no one bellows with their face upturned to the heavens ("NOOOOOoooooOOOO!!!!"). Watch 3 again, people. I'm serious.
22 November 2005
You're Fuckin' Right I Did
Yep, that's right. I finished it. Works cited and everything. It ain't good, but it ain't so bad neither.
Until revisions,
bebe
P.S. I ran into a friend, and for some reason he mentioned my prefered interweb signature, pronouncing it bay-bay. It was totally delightful and I was too pleased to correct him.
P.P.S. I'd better wake up Eric (who is asleep in my bed after working on his paper for class at my place) and get some Dunkin' Donuts or I might cry. Greasy sausage croissant (kwassont! kwassont!) + sugary creamy coffee = only way I'm gonna survive the rest of the day.
Until revisions,
bebe
P.S. I ran into a friend, and for some reason he mentioned my prefered interweb signature, pronouncing it bay-bay. It was totally delightful and I was too pleased to correct him.
P.P.S. I'd better wake up Eric (who is asleep in my bed after working on his paper for class at my place) and get some Dunkin' Donuts or I might cry. Greasy sausage croissant (kwassont! kwassont!) + sugary creamy coffee = only way I'm gonna survive the rest of the day.
(re)making, or why I'm glad it's almost Thanksgiving
It's nearing 6 in the morning, and after switching the font of my paper from Helvetica to Arial, I have only two pages left to write of my paper, thank the fucking gods. I hate it when I'm just reaching and reaching and reaching to get there, because clearly that means I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I sure don't give a fuck about Orestes or Orestes 2.0 anymore. So. . .I have two and a half hours to crank out two more pages on violent images as a device used to present the story of the house of Atreus to a modern audience.
Well, the internet is working in my room, which is fun. Atleast I have that.
Well, the internet is working in my room, which is fun. Atleast I have that.
16 November 2005
In-Class Essay Makeup
This is how I spent my afternoon. Oh, Western Civilization.
Below is a straightforward question in line with the readings and discussions so far during the second half of the semester. You have an hour or so to complete your essay based on the question. Here's what I'd like to see at the end of that time.
(Yada yada yada.)
Now, here's the question.
Does God play a role in a life lived according to nature?
Good luck.
Thank you, David Dewar, for prompting what was perhaps the worst essay I have written since Mrs. Cobb's American Lit class six years ago. You got me. Next time I'll know better than to skip half of the reading, because I will remember that one time I had to answer a question about religion and nature using Chaucer and Luther, when if I'd have read everything, I would have had Augustine and Aquinas at my fingertips.
Good trick.
Below is a straightforward question in line with the readings and discussions so far during the second half of the semester. You have an hour or so to complete your essay based on the question. Here's what I'd like to see at the end of that time.
(Yada yada yada.)
Now, here's the question.
Does God play a role in a life lived according to nature?
Good luck.
Thank you, David Dewar, for prompting what was perhaps the worst essay I have written since Mrs. Cobb's American Lit class six years ago. You got me. Next time I'll know better than to skip half of the reading, because I will remember that one time I had to answer a question about religion and nature using Chaucer and Luther, when if I'd have read everything, I would have had Augustine and Aquinas at my fingertips.
Good trick.
Four Eyed Monsters
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14 November 2005
This Week In the Arts
This past week I made up for some lost time (read: Three Sisters black hole) and went to a ludicrous number of events around town. I only fell asleep during one of them, and even then only briefly. More importantly, I only paid for my ticket to one of them, and that one was only $6. A brief description of the week as it was:
Do I really even need to say anything?
I would have thought it was just about the coolest thing ever when I was ten.
Seriously, the show has been described as 'STOMP meets Riverdance,' and the audience was clearly eating this shit up. Okay, it's pretty cool that these guys can fiddle and dance at the same time, but it was saved from Lord of the Dance status only because they never said anything like 'He is the greatest dancer in the world' or whatever shit they say about Michael Flatley. Not outloud anyway.
PLEASE NOTE: The percussionist had a serious 80's classic rock mullet. It was the best part of the show. The second best part of the show was the sexy British accent of one of the fiddle players.
My friend that took me was marginally embarrassed about the show's. . .well, the show's existence. I do not blame him; his mother bought him the tickets.
This darling of a man bears many a striking resemblence with my father. Just look at him. Dad's a little more of a wild and crazy guy on stage than Arlo, but they both know how to tell a story. I got to sit next to my pop during the show, which was totally awesome.
Now, for the big question. WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THE MAMMALS? I've totally been in the dark. Folk-rock-bluegrass brilliance, I tell you. Just enough fiddle to make me wanna dance, just enough sad banjo to make me cry a little. It was like all the best parts of Trail Mix without Fiona Ritchie (sad) and Irish folk music (hooray!). Not to mention they were all ridiculously cute (Pete Seeger's grandson Tao Rodriguez-Seeger absolutely included) and the bad-ass fiddle playing girl reminded me of Cara of Dusty Bookshelf fame.
WHOO! May my life always be this exciting. For real.
Monday 7 November - BARRAGE: Vagabond Tales
Do I really even need to say anything?
I would have thought it was just about the coolest thing ever when I was ten.
Seriously, the show has been described as 'STOMP meets Riverdance,' and the audience was clearly eating this shit up. Okay, it's pretty cool that these guys can fiddle and dance at the same time, but it was saved from Lord of the Dance status only because they never said anything like 'He is the greatest dancer in the world' or whatever shit they say about Michael Flatley. Not outloud anyway.
PLEASE NOTE: The percussionist had a serious 80's classic rock mullet. It was the best part of the show. The second best part of the show was the sexy British accent of one of the fiddle players.
My friend that took me was marginally embarrassed about the show's. . .well, the show's existence. I do not blame him; his mother bought him the tickets.
Wednesday 9 November - Ravi Shankar: Festival of India II
Ravi Shankar has been a peaceful, talented badass for 85 years now. He has also populated the world with gorgeous, musically talented daughters (Anoushka Shankar and Norah Jones). The music was haunting and cyclical and made me incredibly sleepy. I fell asleep on my mother's shoulder and had lovely hallucinatory dreams.
Friday 11 November 8PM- The Big Funk
He's about 2 minutes away from covering her face and hair in Vaseline. Mmmm, greasy.
I got to see this show, directed by one of my favorite cohorts, Laura Leffler-McCabe, while it was still in rehearsals. I'd have probably gone to see it during the run anyway, but it was already so good before their tech week started that I new things could only go from great to awesome, and I was right. Laura, I believe, understands the idea that the best way to make theatre that is good is to make theatre that you, as a director, actually like. I got to watch good actors have clear revelations, with good timing, good jokes, and great music. Hurray for a show that I liked beginning to end!
Also, an audience member ended up with a throwing knife in her lap, which was exciting. She probably won't forget the show any time soon.
I got to see this show, directed by one of my favorite cohorts, Laura Leffler-McCabe, while it was still in rehearsals. I'd have probably gone to see it during the run anyway, but it was already so good before their tech week started that I new things could only go from great to awesome, and I was right. Laura, I believe, understands the idea that the best way to make theatre that is good is to make theatre that you, as a director, actually like. I got to watch good actors have clear revelations, with good timing, good jokes, and great music. Hurray for a show that I liked beginning to end!
Also, an audience member ended up with a throwing knife in her lap, which was exciting. She probably won't forget the show any time soon.
Friday 11 November 11PM- Atmosphere
1. Slug is my hero.
2. When Ant came out to spin (the first part of the set was with musicians) the bass was so heavy I felt like I was going to vomit.
It was everything I had hoped it would be and way fucking more.
2. When Ant came out to spin (the first part of the set was with musicians) the bass was so heavy I felt like I was going to vomit.
It was everything I had hoped it would be and way fucking more.
Saturday 12 November - The Mammals and Arlo Guthrie
This darling of a man bears many a striking resemblence with my father. Just look at him. Dad's a little more of a wild and crazy guy on stage than Arlo, but they both know how to tell a story. I got to sit next to my pop during the show, which was totally awesome.
Now, for the big question. WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THE MAMMALS? I've totally been in the dark. Folk-rock-bluegrass brilliance, I tell you. Just enough fiddle to make me wanna dance, just enough sad banjo to make me cry a little. It was like all the best parts of Trail Mix without Fiona Ritchie (sad) and Irish folk music (hooray!). Not to mention they were all ridiculously cute (Pete Seeger's grandson Tao Rodriguez-Seeger absolutely included) and the bad-ass fiddle playing girl reminded me of Cara of Dusty Bookshelf fame.
WHOO! May my life always be this exciting. For real.
09 November 2005
if found, please return to: home away from home
Just over a month after my return from the North Star State, I will again pursue a whirlwind adventure, this time with different company and a slightly more reliable car. Atch is looking at MCAD, where they wish to make her an honest to God I-paint-for-a-living artist, and I have been invited to be her driver/navigator the weekend before Thanksgiving. Thank the Lord, and apparently, screw Theatre In Western Civ. (Research paper on Euripedes and Chuck Mee? Oh, I'll get it done.)
If this summer's trip to the mountains can be referenced as evidence, we are perfect road trip buddies. We need pee breaks at the same time, neither of us feels too weird if the other starts to cry, whether it be due to stress or to nothing at all, and we both like to eat a lot of cheese. We get to drive the family Ford Focus (the make and model of which, by the way, definitely made an appearance as a Minnesota roadtrip vehicle in a series of abandonment dreams circa Fall 2004, though belonging to another owner entirely) and we have extremely complimentary music tastes. If I'm lucky, she'll draw pictures of me while I'm driving and singing along to the stereo, and really, what more could I possibly ask for?
This time around, I'm thinking of actually getting in touch with my friends in the Cities before I go, so that perhaps I might actually see them. Otherwise, I'll just wander around town as per usual, and no doubt will have a blast (and probably catch a cold).
Anyway, I'm taking a camera this time, and if anything exciting/unseemly happens, or there are any more dogs in costumes, I will have a record, goddamit.
If this summer's trip to the mountains can be referenced as evidence, we are perfect road trip buddies. We need pee breaks at the same time, neither of us feels too weird if the other starts to cry, whether it be due to stress or to nothing at all, and we both like to eat a lot of cheese. We get to drive the family Ford Focus (the make and model of which, by the way, definitely made an appearance as a Minnesota roadtrip vehicle in a series of abandonment dreams circa Fall 2004, though belonging to another owner entirely) and we have extremely complimentary music tastes. If I'm lucky, she'll draw pictures of me while I'm driving and singing along to the stereo, and really, what more could I possibly ask for?
This time around, I'm thinking of actually getting in touch with my friends in the Cities before I go, so that perhaps I might actually see them. Otherwise, I'll just wander around town as per usual, and no doubt will have a blast (and probably catch a cold).
Anyway, I'm taking a camera this time, and if anything exciting/unseemly happens, or there are any more dogs in costumes, I will have a record, goddamit.
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