Eventful week
This week has been pretty eventful. Here's a day-by-day breakdown.
This past Thursday was Daddy's birthday! I wrote a bit about my lemon meringue icebox pie making. Since I did it the night before, it shriveled up a little bit, but it was still rather tasty, if I do say so myself. I <3 baking. I'm not sure why. I could buy one for cheaper than it would be for the ingredients separately and it certainly wouldn't take me as long to bake. But baking is just fun.
So I called Daddy on Thursday morning to wish him a happy birthday. He seemed surprised and pleased that I called. And I hadn't mentioned that I made him pie, but I thought Jackie would have. Well, she hadn't. So when I got to my 'rents house, I put the pie in the fridge. Daddy wandered in a little later and looked in the fridge, and he said his heart leaped into his throat when he saw the pie. Awwwwwww! :) I <3 my daddy. I <3 him more than baking, so there. ^_^ And he likes my baking, so it works out.
After Daddy's birthday dinner, I helped the girls with math, as per usual on Thursday nights. I really dig this. Sometimes it's frustrating, like when Kyndal can't focus and I keep having to bug her to do her work. But when I present something in a way that she enjoys and feels capable of doing, and she just takes off and does it, it's pretty satisfying. :)
Went to see Iron Man with Oasys, and the porters -- including Ernest -- went to Cook Out afterwards. I blogged a bit about this already.
So Saturday is the day where I tried to get my car inspected, drove around a bit to set the check engine light junk to ready for testing, ran into James, and got within a block of the place I was bringing it for inspection when the check engine light came back on. Right.
After that, all the roomies were in the apartment at once. I had bought the ingredients for Chicken a la Pasqua a few days back and was going to cook it that day. But everyone was hankering for some sushi and Athena had never been to Little Tokyo (which, I think, just may be my new favorite sushi place) so we went there for dinner. It was yummy, as usual.
When we got back, Athena had decided not to accompany me to see Bent, so I drove off to Meredith to meet up with people who were going.
Bent was... impacting. It's like Crash or The Passion. I hate to say they're "good" because so much of it is negative. But they're impacting, effective, moving. And so was Bent. The way they set up the first act was cool. The audience was a fly on the wall, or fellow prisoners being pushed around by Nazi guards or fellow campers in the forest. And so we physically followed the characters from scene to scene. It made it very real.
The acting was amazing. It seemed so real. Like, when bad stuff or even intimate stuff would be happening, my first response was to look away, like I would do in real life. But I realized that though this was a depiction of what may have in fact happened, it was meant to be looked at, to be observed and taken in. I kind of had to get used to it.
And seeing the play once again makes me totally amazed at artists in general. Whether it's people who make art, like paintings or sculptures or people who write music, or people who portray art, like actors or musicians. I used to think that I wanted to do that kind of stuff, that I COULD do that kind of stuff. But the older I get, the more I think, I could never do that. Or, I could attempt, but it would never be good enough. I dunno, maybe I'm just too out of practice at using whatever artistic talent I possess. When we were in Louisiana and Nana was pointing out what paintings she had that Moma did or that Aunt Marcia did, Lety mused about how they were a very artistic family and why was OUR apartment not filled of art that I'd done.
I dunno. My English teachers were always impressed by the stuff I'd handed in. And I swear I could make a kickbutt music video given a good song and the appropriate facilities. And I like to sing, and I suppose I'm okay at it.
Anyway, even though I used to want to be an actress, I am now convinced that I could never be as good as the talent out there already. And I'm okay with that. I'm content to just be a spectator and watch the masters work.
I just have to write this down because when I remembered it, I snortled out loud. Okay, so there was a lady in the audience, who was pretty darn old. And she must have been having some gas issues that night too, because during one of the more somber scenes, she just let one rip. Right when there was a lull in the conversation. I thought I saw one of the actors almost giggle, but he held it together and so did the audience. Stacie and I had a good laugh about it during the intermission though. Stacie was sitting right next to her. We need a good laugh at that point.
Okay, and I have to say this. Cuz I'm a dweeb. The scene with the "sex scene". The characters are just standing there; they can't look at each other, they're supposed to be just staring off into space. But they're talking to each other. My eyes tended to go back and forth to the whomever was speaking. But, dude! Every time I glanced at one of the characters (spit, I can't remember the character's or the actor's name... the taller one), I could swear he was looking straight at me. And when I noticed it, I didn't really mind. I know it's easier to set your eyes on something or someone, and it can also help to read the audience and play off them. But when they started "getting into it", I was like, Awkwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaard. So I just stopped looking at him. LOL! If he needed to read me to know that the audience was blushing, then I'm sure he got the message loud and clear. lol. Like I said, I'm a dweeb.
The last scene was pretty darn heartbreaking. Someone in the audience was pretty much sobbing, I'm pretty sure it was someone from our crowd. The main actor told her afterwards that he had to keep up with her and out do her. LOL, well there's some motivation.
Gosh, this and back in the day when they did And Then They Came for Me... pretty much any presentation of the Holocaust makes you wonder how in heck could we have just let this happen. And I think it's interesting that back in the day, US citizens were criticizing the government for staying out of WWII and calling for the government to get involved and help out. And now, citizens are criticizing the government for being too involved, that we should back off and ignore craziness and let the locals fight it out on their own.
I mean, I'm not saying I "support" the war in Iraq or anything. I personally know too little about what all is going on over there to have an opinion. And I've heard that the reasoning for the war was sketchy and perhaps downright deceptive. Phantom weapons of mass destruction or whatever. But Hussein was committing genocide on his own people, and I think it's a good thing that we went in there and got him out of power. What to do now is something else I know too little about to have an opinion. But yeah.
Interesting how references to the Holocaust, which happened about 60 years ago, are still relevant today.
Anyway, after that, we were going to go to Amore's for some pizza, but it was closed. Smooth. So we went to NY Pizza or whatever. Tasty pizza, good times.
Wow, long post and I still have more stuff to write about. I'll cut this short for now.
This past Thursday was Daddy's birthday! I wrote a bit about my lemon meringue icebox pie making. Since I did it the night before, it shriveled up a little bit, but it was still rather tasty, if I do say so myself. I <3 baking. I'm not sure why. I could buy one for cheaper than it would be for the ingredients separately and it certainly wouldn't take me as long to bake. But baking is just fun.
So I called Daddy on Thursday morning to wish him a happy birthday. He seemed surprised and pleased that I called. And I hadn't mentioned that I made him pie, but I thought Jackie would have. Well, she hadn't. So when I got to my 'rents house, I put the pie in the fridge. Daddy wandered in a little later and looked in the fridge, and he said his heart leaped into his throat when he saw the pie. Awwwwwww! :) I <3 my daddy. I <3 him more than baking, so there. ^_^ And he likes my baking, so it works out.
After Daddy's birthday dinner, I helped the girls with math, as per usual on Thursday nights. I really dig this. Sometimes it's frustrating, like when Kyndal can't focus and I keep having to bug her to do her work. But when I present something in a way that she enjoys and feels capable of doing, and she just takes off and does it, it's pretty satisfying. :)
Went to see Iron Man with Oasys, and the porters -- including Ernest -- went to Cook Out afterwards. I blogged a bit about this already.
So Saturday is the day where I tried to get my car inspected, drove around a bit to set the check engine light junk to ready for testing, ran into James, and got within a block of the place I was bringing it for inspection when the check engine light came back on. Right.
After that, all the roomies were in the apartment at once. I had bought the ingredients for Chicken a la Pasqua a few days back and was going to cook it that day. But everyone was hankering for some sushi and Athena had never been to Little Tokyo (which, I think, just may be my new favorite sushi place) so we went there for dinner. It was yummy, as usual.
When we got back, Athena had decided not to accompany me to see Bent, so I drove off to Meredith to meet up with people who were going.
Click to viewBent was... impacting. It's like Crash or The Passion. I hate to say they're "good" because so much of it is negative. But they're impacting, effective, moving. And so was Bent. The way they set up the first act was cool. The audience was a fly on the wall, or fellow prisoners being pushed around by Nazi guards or fellow campers in the forest. And so we physically followed the characters from scene to scene. It made it very real.
The acting was amazing. It seemed so real. Like, when bad stuff or even intimate stuff would be happening, my first response was to look away, like I would do in real life. But I realized that though this was a depiction of what may have in fact happened, it was meant to be looked at, to be observed and taken in. I kind of had to get used to it.
And seeing the play once again makes me totally amazed at artists in general. Whether it's people who make art, like paintings or sculptures or people who write music, or people who portray art, like actors or musicians. I used to think that I wanted to do that kind of stuff, that I COULD do that kind of stuff. But the older I get, the more I think, I could never do that. Or, I could attempt, but it would never be good enough. I dunno, maybe I'm just too out of practice at using whatever artistic talent I possess. When we were in Louisiana and Nana was pointing out what paintings she had that Moma did or that Aunt Marcia did, Lety mused about how they were a very artistic family and why was OUR apartment not filled of art that I'd done.
I dunno. My English teachers were always impressed by the stuff I'd handed in. And I swear I could make a kickbutt music video given a good song and the appropriate facilities. And I like to sing, and I suppose I'm okay at it.
Anyway, even though I used to want to be an actress, I am now convinced that I could never be as good as the talent out there already. And I'm okay with that. I'm content to just be a spectator and watch the masters work.
I just have to write this down because when I remembered it, I snortled out loud. Okay, so there was a lady in the audience, who was pretty darn old. And she must have been having some gas issues that night too, because during one of the more somber scenes, she just let one rip. Right when there was a lull in the conversation. I thought I saw one of the actors almost giggle, but he held it together and so did the audience. Stacie and I had a good laugh about it during the intermission though. Stacie was sitting right next to her. We need a good laugh at that point.
Okay, and I have to say this. Cuz I'm a dweeb. The scene with the "sex scene". The characters are just standing there; they can't look at each other, they're supposed to be just staring off into space. But they're talking to each other. My eyes tended to go back and forth to the whomever was speaking. But, dude! Every time I glanced at one of the characters (spit, I can't remember the character's or the actor's name... the taller one), I could swear he was looking straight at me. And when I noticed it, I didn't really mind. I know it's easier to set your eyes on something or someone, and it can also help to read the audience and play off them. But when they started "getting into it", I was like, Awkwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaard. So I just stopped looking at him. LOL! If he needed to read me to know that the audience was blushing, then I'm sure he got the message loud and clear. lol. Like I said, I'm a dweeb.
The last scene was pretty darn heartbreaking. Someone in the audience was pretty much sobbing, I'm pretty sure it was someone from our crowd. The main actor told her afterwards that he had to keep up with her and out do her. LOL, well there's some motivation.
Gosh, this and back in the day when they did And Then They Came for Me... pretty much any presentation of the Holocaust makes you wonder how in heck could we have just let this happen. And I think it's interesting that back in the day, US citizens were criticizing the government for staying out of WWII and calling for the government to get involved and help out. And now, citizens are criticizing the government for being too involved, that we should back off and ignore craziness and let the locals fight it out on their own.
I mean, I'm not saying I "support" the war in Iraq or anything. I personally know too little about what all is going on over there to have an opinion. And I've heard that the reasoning for the war was sketchy and perhaps downright deceptive. Phantom weapons of mass destruction or whatever. But Hussein was committing genocide on his own people, and I think it's a good thing that we went in there and got him out of power. What to do now is something else I know too little about to have an opinion. But yeah.
Interesting how references to the Holocaust, which happened about 60 years ago, are still relevant today.
Anyway, after that, we were going to go to Amore's for some pizza, but it was closed. Smooth. So we went to NY Pizza or whatever. Tasty pizza, good times.
Wow, long post and I still have more stuff to write about. I'll cut this short for now.