You are the one fixed point in this universe of avalanches!
I'm currently on a break from Our Town rehearsals. After a really heavy and intense rehearsal last night that left me feeling moody, melancholy and a little depressed, I was relieved to find that today's rehearsals are very technical and detail-oriented instead of emotional. I really think I'm starting to understand this show. It really hit me last night, while on stage as a ghost in act 3, having to be indifferent while the actor who plays George collapses at Emily's grave, his body shuddering as he sobbed actual tears, legit crying, legit grief, and it was a bit much for me to, as my character, glance over at him and comment, with disapproval and indifference, "Goodness, that ain't no way to behave!"
SO yeah. I no longer feel that Our Town is bullshit. Yes, I still would much rather if we were doing Skin of our Teeth, but this isn't the worst thing there could be.
In terms of plays, I started reading Hedda Gabler, which I'm excited to get into but have had to put on hold due to another book that I'm reading:
Been breezing through The Seven-per-cent Solution, a Holmes novel written by someone who isn't Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's a bit meta, considering that although it is in the "written by Watson P.O.V., the actual author is constantly jumping in with footnotes to discredit what he himself has written. Here's a hilarious example:
I retired that night marvelling at the power of music. I believe it is somewhere in Julius Caesar** that the bard speaks of music having the power to soothe the savage breast and calm the restless spirit, but I had never had the opportunity of witnessing a practical demonstration of that phenomenon.
**It isn't.
taconaco and anyone else who's seen the movie will probably find hilarious if they've also noticed the lack of Holmes' cocaine addiction in it will probably find very amusing:
Cocaine, [Freud] explained, was more or less a side-line and not directly related to his present researches. He and two other physicians had become interested in the drug when they discovered its invaluable anaesthetic properties for use during eye surgery.
Again. Completely fucking hilarious. And then, of course, probably the sweetest thing Holmes will ever say to Watson: "Ah, Watson [...] Good old Watson. You are the one fixed point in this universe of avalanches!" Everything in the fucking world is making me laugh right now, and I love it. Considering the subject of the novel, though, I almost feel bad about using the crack-face icon. Almost...
SO yeah. I no longer feel that Our Town is bullshit. Yes, I still would much rather if we were doing Skin of our Teeth, but this isn't the worst thing there could be.
In terms of plays, I started reading Hedda Gabler, which I'm excited to get into but have had to put on hold due to another book that I'm reading:
Been breezing through The Seven-per-cent Solution, a Holmes novel written by someone who isn't Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's a bit meta, considering that although it is in the "written by Watson P.O.V., the actual author is constantly jumping in with footnotes to discredit what he himself has written. Here's a hilarious example:
I retired that night marvelling at the power of music. I believe it is somewhere in Julius Caesar** that the bard speaks of music having the power to soothe the savage breast and calm the restless spirit, but I had never had the opportunity of witnessing a practical demonstration of that phenomenon.
**It isn't.
taconaco and anyone else who's seen the movie will probably find hilarious if they've also noticed the lack of Holmes' cocaine addiction in it will probably find very amusing:
Cocaine, [Freud] explained, was more or less a side-line and not directly related to his present researches. He and two other physicians had become interested in the drug when they discovered its invaluable anaesthetic properties for use during eye surgery.
Again. Completely fucking hilarious. And then, of course, probably the sweetest thing Holmes will ever say to Watson: "Ah, Watson [...] Good old Watson. You are the one fixed point in this universe of avalanches!" Everything in the fucking world is making me laugh right now, and I love it. Considering the subject of the novel, though, I almost feel bad about using the crack-face icon. Almost...