Gronk.
Damn, I am exhausted. I haven't the faintest idea why I am so wiped out, but I am and have been so for a while. Maybe it's March, maybe I've been pushing myself too hard. I don't know. (Although if I've been pushing myself too hard, this does not bode well for marathon training.)
Note to the general public: not every shopping experience in Minnesota has to be a mall. Yes, we've been a retail-driven economy for a while, but that doesn't mean everything has to be in a mall or a mall-like atmosphere. Given all of that, here's a neat article on skyway shopping in Minneapolis, mostly focused on the Investor's Building (which I travel through every workday).
Why I love the Manolo: the Manolo he is all, meh, the boat of the Manolo they do not float.
Saw Pericles last night. I find myself suffering from the same reticence that my authorial brethren tend to undergo when commenting on novels they have read. Twin Cities theater is a small community, and anything I put up on the Interweb may come back to haunt me. I did find the production to be a good one, but I do have some criticisms and problems with the execution. We shall see if I get over my shyness.
Last weekend of Measure For Measure. Le phew. It's been a wonderful experience, but I am ready for it to be done. Project-driven or ADHD? You decide. (Actually, I tend to think that the current mania for ADHD diagnoses reflect a larger shift in our culture than in our biology. If you think about it, a scattered focus would allow our hunting-and-gathering ancestors to be more likely to sense danger or an opportunity for food, much more than a single, narrow focus would. I'm no anthropologist or sociologist, so take what I have to say with a generous helping of salt. Given that, I think I'm on to something here.)
I am mentally floating the idea of going in for the general Guthrie auditions in mid-March. I would be more apt to if I actually had a decent headshot.
Finally, my maternal grandparents are celebrating their 60th anniversary today. Happy Anniversary, Grandma & Grandpa. I love you.
Note to the general public: not every shopping experience in Minnesota has to be a mall. Yes, we've been a retail-driven economy for a while, but that doesn't mean everything has to be in a mall or a mall-like atmosphere. Given all of that, here's a neat article on skyway shopping in Minneapolis, mostly focused on the Investor's Building (which I travel through every workday).
Why I love the Manolo: the Manolo he is all, meh, the boat of the Manolo they do not float.
Saw Pericles last night. I find myself suffering from the same reticence that my authorial brethren tend to undergo when commenting on novels they have read. Twin Cities theater is a small community, and anything I put up on the Interweb may come back to haunt me. I did find the production to be a good one, but I do have some criticisms and problems with the execution. We shall see if I get over my shyness.
Last weekend of Measure For Measure. Le phew. It's been a wonderful experience, but I am ready for it to be done. Project-driven or ADHD? You decide. (Actually, I tend to think that the current mania for ADHD diagnoses reflect a larger shift in our culture than in our biology. If you think about it, a scattered focus would allow our hunting-and-gathering ancestors to be more likely to sense danger or an opportunity for food, much more than a single, narrow focus would. I'm no anthropologist or sociologist, so take what I have to say with a generous helping of salt. Given that, I think I'm on to something here.)
I am mentally floating the idea of going in for the general Guthrie auditions in mid-March. I would be more apt to if I actually had a decent headshot.
Finally, my maternal grandparents are celebrating their 60th anniversary today. Happy Anniversary, Grandma & Grandpa. I love you.