The "show" I went to, and the one I'm missing
Last night there was a showing of the "Mikado" production I did in 2009. It was a lot of fun! Of course I'd never heard what we sounded like as a women's chorus, and I was vey pleased -- we had alto power! And some of the soloists sounded even better han I remembered them. I didn't buy the DVD, since at thistime we don't have a working DVD player. I was quite proud of us as a cast: I realized what a good show that "Mikado" had been. Not many people were there, but I enjoyed seeing those that were, and soe of them knew what was going on with other people who weren't there.
But I've also disappointed myself his weekend. This afteroon isthe last showing of Theatre@First's "Bent", and I've decided I can't go. I'd been looking forward to this show: it's probably the most serious thing Theatre@First has ever done. But I've managed to get behind on m reading, and tomorrow, I know, very little reading will get done. Basically, I made somestupid choices this week, mainly frittering away Thursday.
I'm glad I've been taking the sf course: 'm learning a lo, and have read ome things now tha I might not have gotten around to otherwise. And I'm enjoying the particular mental exercise of thinking deply about literature: it was my major, after all. But I'm also looking forward to the course ending: I won't have to read with deadlines in mind.
The book for this week is Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Left Hand of Darkness". In 2008 I read it twice. It was, in fact, the *only* book that I ever inished and was moved t re-start right away. But reading it now, I'm amazed at howmuch I'veforgotten. I also find yself reading very slowly this time, pausing over everything and trying to figure out what it means and what I can write my essay about. And I love it so much that I'm a little scared of not doing it justice.
Speaking of forgetting things, italso struck me last night that Iremember very few lyrics from "The Mikado". Yeah, the day before my 53rd birhday is a great time to contemplate old brains, fried circuitry, and an unreliable memory!
So I'm off to read for the rest of the afternoon. Tomorrow will be a good day, with brunch and the FCS block party. But I am very sorry I won't be seeing "Bent".
But I've also disappointed myself his weekend. This afteroon isthe last showing of Theatre@First's "Bent", and I've decided I can't go. I'd been looking forward to this show: it's probably the most serious thing Theatre@First has ever done. But I've managed to get behind on m reading, and tomorrow, I know, very little reading will get done. Basically, I made somestupid choices this week, mainly frittering away Thursday.
I'm glad I've been taking the sf course: 'm learning a lo, and have read ome things now tha I might not have gotten around to otherwise. And I'm enjoying the particular mental exercise of thinking deply about literature: it was my major, after all. But I'm also looking forward to the course ending: I won't have to read with deadlines in mind.
The book for this week is Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Left Hand of Darkness". In 2008 I read it twice. It was, in fact, the *only* book that I ever inished and was moved t re-start right away. But reading it now, I'm amazed at howmuch I'veforgotten. I also find yself reading very slowly this time, pausing over everything and trying to figure out what it means and what I can write my essay about. And I love it so much that I'm a little scared of not doing it justice.
Speaking of forgetting things, italso struck me last night that Iremember very few lyrics from "The Mikado". Yeah, the day before my 53rd birhday is a great time to contemplate old brains, fried circuitry, and an unreliable memory!
So I'm off to read for the rest of the afternoon. Tomorrow will be a good day, with brunch and the FCS block party. But I am very sorry I won't be seeing "Bent".