Digging In The Dirt
Man, I feel like I haven't posted in weeks. But it's only been three days.
I rewatched All That Jazz for the whatevereth time Friday night. I still really love it. Everyone goes on about Bob Fosse's choreography, but I think they overlook how well he handles actors. The little moments of hurt in this film never fail to get to me. And it's an interesting example of an intensely Seventies design sense that still works and doesn't seem kitschy (well, maybe except for the mimes from hell in the ending number.)
Later I went and saw Men of Taste, JoshScrim's comedy team-up with Dan Hetzel. Not bad, but I've seen them do better. Josh's only creative goal anymore seems to be how hard he can push the offensiveness envelope. It's getting dangerously close to becoming predictable.
Saturday, I did something I've never done before. I assisted alisgray and some other Hamline anthropology students in digging up their old science building. Built in the 1880s, it was torn down in 1971. It was a project that was a part of Hamline University's 150th anniversary, or something like that. So I trowled up and screened a bunch of dirt, found a bunch of brick fragments, and uncovered a surprizingly big hole apparently formed by falling rubble. There was also these clearly distinct areas of sandy and clay soil. And this odd vein of weird clay stuff. It was strangely fun. They're doing it again next week, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it then.
Alisgray invited me to a big ol' drinking party at ethel's place later that night. I'd met Ethel only briefly a couple of times, but off I went. Lots of cool people I was too shy to get to know. The theme was Iron Chef Alcohol. Everyone brought some form of liquor, and occasionally Ethel would challenge a group to create a new drink using a given form of booze. Some were surprisingly good, some were only good for cleaning paintbrushes. The variety of booze was huge and fairly frightening (pumpkin schnapps?!) I'm still surprised I didn't get completely schnockered, and that I felt fine the next day.
But I did sleep until 1:30. Holy balls. I hate sleeping that late, it pretty much destroys your whole day. I did the tiniest amount of touch up painting on the outside trim of the house (maybe a square yard total), and that was it for the day's labor. Later I zipped off to Improv-A-Go-Go, laughed, hung around waiting for someone to invite me along someplace, didn't get invited, sighed, and went home to bed.
Strange day at work so far. One of my main tasks, which I usually find intensely boring, was actually kind of busy in a good way. I feel productive. I never feel productive.
I rewatched All That Jazz for the whatevereth time Friday night. I still really love it. Everyone goes on about Bob Fosse's choreography, but I think they overlook how well he handles actors. The little moments of hurt in this film never fail to get to me. And it's an interesting example of an intensely Seventies design sense that still works and doesn't seem kitschy (well, maybe except for the mimes from hell in the ending number.)
Later I went and saw Men of Taste, JoshScrim's comedy team-up with Dan Hetzel. Not bad, but I've seen them do better. Josh's only creative goal anymore seems to be how hard he can push the offensiveness envelope. It's getting dangerously close to becoming predictable.
Saturday, I did something I've never done before. I assisted alisgray and some other Hamline anthropology students in digging up their old science building. Built in the 1880s, it was torn down in 1971. It was a project that was a part of Hamline University's 150th anniversary, or something like that. So I trowled up and screened a bunch of dirt, found a bunch of brick fragments, and uncovered a surprizingly big hole apparently formed by falling rubble. There was also these clearly distinct areas of sandy and clay soil. And this odd vein of weird clay stuff. It was strangely fun. They're doing it again next week, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it then.
Alisgray invited me to a big ol' drinking party at ethel's place later that night. I'd met Ethel only briefly a couple of times, but off I went. Lots of cool people I was too shy to get to know. The theme was Iron Chef Alcohol. Everyone brought some form of liquor, and occasionally Ethel would challenge a group to create a new drink using a given form of booze. Some were surprisingly good, some were only good for cleaning paintbrushes. The variety of booze was huge and fairly frightening (pumpkin schnapps?!) I'm still surprised I didn't get completely schnockered, and that I felt fine the next day.
But I did sleep until 1:30. Holy balls. I hate sleeping that late, it pretty much destroys your whole day. I did the tiniest amount of touch up painting on the outside trim of the house (maybe a square yard total), and that was it for the day's labor. Later I zipped off to Improv-A-Go-Go, laughed, hung around waiting for someone to invite me along someplace, didn't get invited, sighed, and went home to bed.
Strange day at work so far. One of my main tasks, which I usually find intensely boring, was actually kind of busy in a good way. I feel productive. I never feel productive.