The Return of the Revenge WITH A VENEGENCE!
Okay, so I really have not made a public entry on here for weeks now. Before you get excited and think I'm living some kind of tawdry life that I'm not sharing with you all, rest assured, my private entries are merely what I use to archive boring info and writings and stuff that the rest of the Internets would not be interested in. So, with that said, I don't know if I am capable of covering all that has been happening in my life for the past few weeks but I'll try to hit some highlights so that people won't think that I've abandoned LJ.
~Shakespeare's B-Day was yesterday. The scene that I directed (12th Night) went great even though I was irrationally afraid that my actors would forget to show up (yeah, I'm neurotic). I also got to read TWO sonnets, including 146 at long last, my favorite. Is it strange that I'm very proud of the fact that my last production as a current Abbey Player involved rampant amounts of lesbian subtext? I mean, I love my gay men, don't get me wrong, but it seems people associate theatre almost exclusively with gay males (and don't get me started on the paradoxical fact that almost the entire musical theatre genre is based on the foundation of heterosexual union). What about the gay ladies, huh? There is more to the queer world (and I use "queer" in the intellectual sense here) than just the men! Shakespeare knew it! And I'm a straight woman for Pete's sake, why do I care so much?
~Right now I am working on my third and last paper for Landis' American Playwrights Class. I'm doing this in advance because I FUCKING LOVE THIS PLAY SO MUCH. I'm writing about "Angels in America" and I'm pretty sure it's the best play I've read since "Long Day's Journey Into Night." Also, the HBO miniseries version of it is pretty damn fabulous. So naturally, I'm writing this paper due on Thursday when my Philosophy paper is due on Monday and is completely unstarted at the current moment.
~I think I just may have figured out what my life's purpose is? We'll see.
~So I've been living next door to a soap-opera for the last two weeks and not in a good way. It had mostly involved VERY LOUD SEX every day at TEN IN THE MORNING, and far be it for me to begrudge anyone their sexual freedom, BUT I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP TO THAT EVERY DAY FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. And then at around 5 A.M. today (guessing or so) I was awoken by loud banging noises and yelling because of a fight next door with the girl dumping the guy or something because she's into this other guy and he's all ticked off or something like that and I didn't want to hear this and even my iPod wasn't much help and I kept praying that they would just keep it to yelling and dear God, what the hell happened to my dorm in the past month???
~Seussical was . . . I don't know if I can adequately describe my experience with Seussical. Even being on the technical side, I feel like this was one of the most fulfilling and rewarding theatrical experiences I have ever taken part of. I don't think my friends entirely agree. They loved it, yes, but they seem to give precedence to Children of Eden. Now, I loved Children of Eden, and granted outside of ushering and going to strike I had no direct involvement in it and only watched. But Seussical . . . it's a show that keeps getting labelled as a "children's show," but it's really not. It's appropriate for children, and it's great for children, but it's so much more than a children's show. What we accomplished with this production was just . . . beyond the impossible really. It was one of the most inspirational things I have seen and I feel deeply honored to have been a part of it.
~So, here is an anecdote from last semester that I actually forgot about for a bit, but now that I have remembered it I MUST SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD. So one day I was waiting for somebody in Bradley House (where a lot of professors' offices are, including all the English professors), when I see someone come in from the side door DRESSED AS A HOTDOG. NO JOKE. And when I looked closer I saw it was Prof. Bouchard, the Renaissance expert in the English department. He went into his office and I paused for a moment wondering if I really wanted to broach the subject, but when you see a professor dressed as a hotdog, it's not something you can just let lie. So I asked him why he was dressed as a hotdog, and I only got this reply from him before he turned and left:
"Shannon, you are a thespian, you understand these things."
It is probably, by far, the single most perplexing answer I have ever received in life.
~Shakespeare's B-Day was yesterday. The scene that I directed (12th Night) went great even though I was irrationally afraid that my actors would forget to show up (yeah, I'm neurotic). I also got to read TWO sonnets, including 146 at long last, my favorite. Is it strange that I'm very proud of the fact that my last production as a current Abbey Player involved rampant amounts of lesbian subtext? I mean, I love my gay men, don't get me wrong, but it seems people associate theatre almost exclusively with gay males (and don't get me started on the paradoxical fact that almost the entire musical theatre genre is based on the foundation of heterosexual union). What about the gay ladies, huh? There is more to the queer world (and I use "queer" in the intellectual sense here) than just the men! Shakespeare knew it! And I'm a straight woman for Pete's sake, why do I care so much?
~Right now I am working on my third and last paper for Landis' American Playwrights Class. I'm doing this in advance because I FUCKING LOVE THIS PLAY SO MUCH. I'm writing about "Angels in America" and I'm pretty sure it's the best play I've read since "Long Day's Journey Into Night." Also, the HBO miniseries version of it is pretty damn fabulous. So naturally, I'm writing this paper due on Thursday when my Philosophy paper is due on Monday and is completely unstarted at the current moment.
~I think I just may have figured out what my life's purpose is? We'll see.
~So I've been living next door to a soap-opera for the last two weeks and not in a good way. It had mostly involved VERY LOUD SEX every day at TEN IN THE MORNING, and far be it for me to begrudge anyone their sexual freedom, BUT I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP TO THAT EVERY DAY FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. And then at around 5 A.M. today (guessing or so) I was awoken by loud banging noises and yelling because of a fight next door with the girl dumping the guy or something because she's into this other guy and he's all ticked off or something like that and I didn't want to hear this and even my iPod wasn't much help and I kept praying that they would just keep it to yelling and dear God, what the hell happened to my dorm in the past month???
~Seussical was . . . I don't know if I can adequately describe my experience with Seussical. Even being on the technical side, I feel like this was one of the most fulfilling and rewarding theatrical experiences I have ever taken part of. I don't think my friends entirely agree. They loved it, yes, but they seem to give precedence to Children of Eden. Now, I loved Children of Eden, and granted outside of ushering and going to strike I had no direct involvement in it and only watched. But Seussical . . . it's a show that keeps getting labelled as a "children's show," but it's really not. It's appropriate for children, and it's great for children, but it's so much more than a children's show. What we accomplished with this production was just . . . beyond the impossible really. It was one of the most inspirational things I have seen and I feel deeply honored to have been a part of it.
~So, here is an anecdote from last semester that I actually forgot about for a bit, but now that I have remembered it I MUST SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD. So one day I was waiting for somebody in Bradley House (where a lot of professors' offices are, including all the English professors), when I see someone come in from the side door DRESSED AS A HOTDOG. NO JOKE. And when I looked closer I saw it was Prof. Bouchard, the Renaissance expert in the English department. He went into his office and I paused for a moment wondering if I really wanted to broach the subject, but when you see a professor dressed as a hotdog, it's not something you can just let lie. So I asked him why he was dressed as a hotdog, and I only got this reply from him before he turned and left:
"Shannon, you are a thespian, you understand these things."
It is probably, by far, the single most perplexing answer I have ever received in life.