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Ξ March 23rd, 2008 | → | ∇ General |
OK, as usual, the baggage crap no one wants to read comes last, after the post split.
Saw the 40th anniversary Hello, Hamlet show last night with Dorota. She’s not a huge musical fan, but even she enjoyed a fair bit of it. In a word, it was awesome. Totally lived up to its 40-year heritage. One of the guys originally involved with it came out and took the role of the introductory narrator / minstrel. Amazing set (that I know Charles gained many gray hairs over). Pretty strong cast with some duds (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were really cute eye candy, in a strange turn of casting, but they totally weren’t the hams that pair of roles begs for; Polonius was decent but a little tiresome).
The thing that got me most was the .. dunno the term of art for it. Physical acting. Dramatic gestures. Blocking. Choreography for song / dance numbers. The actors’ actions during dialogue and singing were .. brilliant. Really, really amazing. This is the 5th show I’ve seen and 3rd that I’ve been involved with, and I was really impressed.
They majorly reworked the script and songs. A lot of the older ones (mostly Gilbert and Sullivan) got cut, to be replaced by newer stuff that I didn’t recognize (except for the two Phantom of the Opera songs and a Les Mis number).
Threw myself over way too many walls and park benches on Sat. It was so good to run with those guys again. Had a really cute (nay, gorgeous) girl come out. I was really impressed by how all the guys were friendly and supportive (not oppressively so), but no one got any smarm on her. No feeding frenzy. That little thing says a lot about their character.
K-Swiss is bringing a parkour promo tour to Houston this Thursday. Some sponsored traceurs will be simultaneously exhibiting their amazing athleticism and complete lack of typical sensibilities (both of which are compliments in my book, for the terminally dense).
Chris and I actually gave Scott something to work with in free fencing today. We were excited. We can *almost* see the opportunities and windows. Sometimes we manage to get them. We each got Scott cleanly with one or two hits. All of us were working on a few specific things. My right shoulder, forearm, and left ribs got punished. We are awesome. :)
Some weekends we can do without.
What do you say?
I was trying to commiserate. Life is rough. I understand something of what you’re going through. The job hunt sucks in general and especially now. I know I’m often too brusque, harsh, clinical, or insert your own adjective here. I tried to tone it down, but being stuck on 610 with all lanes closed, short on sleep, having had to deal with my parents for an hour in the car (unrelated to the 610 thing), and being nearly crippled by a combo PK and bona fide, certified German HEMA workout, I was not exactly a fount of forbearance.
Some immediate family I could really do without.
Having awesome degrees from top schools means jack, it seems sometimes. Deal with it. I do. Or at least I try. I’ve known a PhD (albeit in archaeology) who turned to stripping. People with masters’ degrees driving buses or waiting tables. One guy took 13 years before a young adult mistake was finally and completely made up for.
I know I whine about my own lot, despite trying to not. But really. Shut up, please. *Her* life is so hard.
Whatever.
On an entirely more .. desirable if not hopeful note… How do you deal with someone else’s issues? That’s rhetorical. I know only the possessor can do anything about them.
It’s strange to hear such insecurities and concerns coming from someone else — because I’ve always held them to be mine!
No one lives to see 3 decades without taking on a little bilge water. So what state are we in when our ships cross? At least it was by day and not night, right?
I’ve never met such a contradiction of styles, lack of sense of entitlement, sense of duty (call it taking ownership), fickleness, practicality, and … yeah, all that.
Strange, uncharted waters.
